Room 408, Saturday Morning

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The dance? Had been nice. Nice in that sort of, 'I am here, I am not being particularly social, but I have a lovely date and I'm going to enjoy this, damn it,' kind of way that Jono was so good at. But that much social interaction was tiring, to say the least, and so he was absolutely planning on spending his Saturday in bed. And it would be great, and to hell with anything in the world that thought that he was going to be getting up, at least until late afternoon.

It was possible that Jonothon was slightly delusional, yes.

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[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth wasn't particularly worried when she suddenly found herself in Fandom. She was totally used to teleporting between dimensions anyway, plus she could sense her parents close by.

She teleported to her father's location first, climbed up on to the bed, and pounced. "Daddy Daddy Daddy wake up!"

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

George was not exactly in a horrible mood today -- do not tell anybody that -- but it was morning, and morning could generally go fuck itself.

She cracked her eyes open long enough to process that ... there was a really hyper kid bouncing at Jono.

Exactly what she needed. Fucking kids.

... wait.

"You have a kid?"

Because he hadn't mentioned that, oh, ever.

[lepetitemortals.livejournal.com]

It was hard for a knock on the door to sound ironic and detached. And yet? It did.

She might be a freak of nature, but at least Vedder had 'cool' down pat.

"Let me in," she said. In case they hadn't heard the knock. Or, realistically, in case they were ignoring it in the hopes it would go away.

Never underestimate the combined apathy of her parents.