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.

[For wee ones, roomies, whatever!]

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[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"You're silly, Daddy," Elizabeth giggled, drawing her Soul-Self back into herself. "Of course Mommy is Mommy. And I know you don't have a sore throat because I would feel it if you did and heal you. Or Mommy would."

[furnaceface]

Yep. Absolutely Raven's daughter. Oh my.

//Well, then, I'm playing dress-up,// he offered, still not entirely certain what in the world was up with the blue, or why she didn't seem to understand what was up with the bandages. //Today, I'm not blue, and I have to wear all of this to keep people from knowing who I am. A disguise, like you said.//

A beat.

//... A sort of... secret identity... thing.//

Hey, if other X-Men could do it, Chamber was allowed, too.

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"How'd you learn to talk like Auntie Emma?" Elizabeth said, tapping her head. "Oooooh, you used to do that a long long long time ago, didn't you?"

[furnaceface]

//... Yes?//

Okay. So the girl was from his future, then. Which made him feel a little less weird about the prospect of somehow knocking some girl up when he'd been, like, thirteen.

And it would explain the blue. If she started going on about weird lips, he was making a run for the door.

//I... don't, anymore?// No, Jonothon, don't pump the poor girl for information. //Er. I mean. You said you were hungry?//

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

Jono better hope Elizabeth didn't get hold of some blue lipstick and show him what she did when she pretended to be Daddy.

"Noooo you talk with your mouth," Elizabeth said. "And can I have pancakes? Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?"

[furnaceface]

//Pancakes?//

Wait, that wasn't the sticking point, here.

//Mouth?//

...

//Pancakes. There must be some sort of pancake mix somewhere in here, I suppose. Or, perhaps I should call yer mother. Who makes th'better pancakes, luv?//

Not that it mattered much, really. A pancake was a pancake, unless Karla was cooking it.

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"Your pancakes are the bestest!" Elizabeth said. But she might have been saying that because he was there and her mother wasn't. She knew how to work the system.

"But I wanna see Mommy, too!" she added.

[furnaceface]

//I think Mommy will want to see you, too, Sunshine,// Jono shared, glancing up toward the ceiling.

//Paging all Ravens? Are you awake up there yet, luv?//

Sometimes, telepathy was awesome.

[trigons_child]

Raven was always an early riser, so she was up and dressed already. In answer to his query, she sent him a warm wave of affection, but with the feel of a question. At least his thoughts didn't have a sense of something being very wrong, and she had no idea yet about the children about the island.

[furnaceface]

Mmm, affection. Jono could live with that, if that was how Raven chose to reply to his unannounced interruptions. He might have to forego the trip up the single flight of stairs more often.

... Nah.

//There's somebody here who you might want to meet, luv.//

Somebody who thought that he was blue and that he made awesome pancakes.

[trigons_child]

Raven didn't need stairs, either, and choose to teleport down to Jono's room. "Good morning, Jono," she said, smiling at him, then her gaze fell on Elizabeth and her expression changed to one of confusion.

"Hello," she said. "Who are you?"

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"Mommy!" Elizabeth said, launching herself at Raven for a hug.

[furnaceface]

//This is Elizabeth, Sunshine,// Jono stated, crossing his arms over his chest and looking somewhat bemused. //Who currently thinks that it's odd that Joni is so small, today.//

And that he wasn't blue.

//We were going to make pancakes and thought perhaps you might like to supervise.//

[trigons_child]

Raven looked from her armful of Elizabeth to Jono. "She is ours?" she said, surprised but also delighted.

And hoping Anakin Bass wasn't around the corner somewhere.

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"Daddy's in disguise," Elizabeth said, just in case her mother was shocked that Jono wasn't blue. "Come make pancakes with us!"

[furnaceface]

//She's ours,// Jono confirmed. //You really ought to see her soul-self, sometime.//

The soul-self that was a phoenix. How was that for an interesting genetic side-effect?

//So, pancakes?//

[trigons_child]

Raven reached out with her empathy and picked up a great deal of confusion in the dorms, along with a lot of youthful energy. "It appears as if many are getting such visitors," she said, grateful Elizabeth seemed much more like Arella from the last time they'd had visitors than she did like Anakin.

"Of course I would like to help make pancakes," she said to Elizabeth while giving Jono a questioning look over the girl's shoulder. Disguise?

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"Yay!" Elizabeth said. "Can I share some with Kayla? She's here, too. But not Nommy because he's stupid."

[furnaceface]

Jono shrugged a little, looking somewhat lost, so far as his reply to that questioning look went. All he knew was that he was supposed to be blue and have lips.

... Blue. Seriously. What the bloody hell...

//I think it couldn't hurt to share with Kayla and... erm... Nommy. Don't you think so, luv?//

He did not want war to break out between some other students' offspring. Especially not over his cooking, for all that he'd done over the past couple of years.

At least a pancake was a difficult thing to mess up.

[trigons_child]

Difficult, but not impossible. Just ask Karla.

"Your father is right," Raven said gently. "You should share with Nommy as well, if he wishes. It is always good to be generous."

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"All right," Elizabeth said with a sigh. "If he asks he can have some."

She just wouldn't tell him they were available for the asking.