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Massachusetts Academy, Thursday Evening, Fandom Time

'Movie night.' Things had been relatively quiet at the Massachusetts Academy, and so Angelo had decided that tonight was going to be a 'movie night.'

Which meant, of course, that after a quick run to Videos R' Us (which was not technically a quick run away, but Jono and Ev had made an error in judgment in letting Angelo drive), there was now a stack of horror films on VHS about twenty tall, being precariously balanced in Angelo's arms as they made their way back into the common room of the dormitory building, where the girls were already doing... girly things.

Ugh. The place reeked thickly enough of nail polish and remover that even Jono could smell it. Quite the feat, when you didn't inhale. But at least the girls didn't seem like they were protesting too thoroughly to the boys crashing in and stealing away the television. They'd needed this, thank you.

... Of course, they probably shouldn't have let Jono deal with the popcorn. The microwave was busted, and he'd improvised using his powers, and, well... Microwaveable popcorn apparently wasn't intended to be heated via bio-nuclear psi-furnace. It was everywhere.

[OOC: NFB for distance, but open for e-mails if you have any to send, or a visit if you happen to be able to teleport across space and tiiiiiime!]

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"I have never seen a dance like that before," Raven said, still blinking at the TV even after the channel had changed. "I am gathering from your reaction that it was not a dance you enjoyed."

Now there was an image.

//Can you picture me enjoying that dance?//

Okay, the bottom-waving bits weren't so bad.

The rest, he could do without.

"No," Raven said, starting to giggle despite everything. "But I think perhaps I would like to see you demonstrate."

Consider this your punishment, Jono.

Jono considered that for a moment, measured it up against the fact that he'd up and taken off, and the fact that she'd had what was probably one of her shittiest weeks in at least a few months.

And then he clicked back to MTV. The song had barely started. Fortunately or not, take your pick.

//I'll demonstrate on one condition. I simply loathe dancing alone, you see...//

Raven rose from the bed, smoothing her skirt as she stood. "I can never refuse a dance with you," she said with a smile.

Even one as ridiculous as this.

This was about as ridiculous as it got.

Well. No. They could be doing the Chicken Dance. Or the Robot. Or the sprinkler.

Still and all, Jono pulled himself up from the bed as well, stretching as he chucked the remote back onto the bedsheets, and then kicked a small square of floor clear of magazines and other assorted crap.

//Follow my lead, then, Sunshine.// And there he went, putting his hands in front of himself, and then turning them over. Like a pro.

Shut up.

Raven imitated him, holding back more laughter. "This does not seem very hard so far," she said. "Is it the simplicity of the dance that some find appealing?"

//I think it's more th'part coming up that they like,// Jono offered, crossing his arms over his chest one by one, and then putting his hands behind his head. Now to his hips, and then to his bottom...

Hey, Macarena!

See? Butt waving. Very nice. Even if he was wearing blue sweatpants this evening. He hadn't really had anybody to impress around here tonight.

//And that's all there is to it. Over and over.//

Raven mirrored his movements, wriggling her hips and then jumping and making a quarter turn. "This is quite silly," she said, attempting the sequence again. "I am beginning to think that 1996 was a very strange year."

But yes, the dance might be more impressive if he had been wearing his leather pants.

Well, he could always change into them... But really, he hadn't been expecting to Macarena, this evening.

//Well, you already know that not all music is like this, Sunshine,// he pointed out, hands moving out in front of himself again. //Quite well, in fact.//

And that had been a lovely way to introduce her to live music, too...

No one expects the Macarena!

"That is very true," Raven said, getting the hang of the dance now. "I prefer that music a great deal more."

She started to giggle again watching Jono; it felt good to laugh after such an awful week.

//That would make th'both of us, luv,// Jono laughed, shaking his head a little. //Th'Macarena isn't exactly my idea of fine music.//

At all.

Give him Pearl Jam any day.

Raven finally decided to be merciful and stepped close to stop the dancing, because wrapping her arms around him again seemed a lot more enjoyable. "Then I will never be so cruel as to ask you to take me to a concert with music like this," she promised.

Unless he disappeared on her again. Then all bets were off.

//My hero.//

No, really. He meant that. And was wrapping his arms around him and swaying just slightly to the beat. He wasn't made to Macarena, but hey, he could slow dance to just about anything.

//But the company I'm keeping at the moment... no complaints there.//

"I do not have any either," Raven said, sending him a soft kiss.

She closed her eyes sighed as she did so. "I know it has only been a week, but I have missed you," she said. Not just feeling him close by had been more jarring than she'd thought.

//I've missed you, too,// he admitted, closing his eyes and returning the kiss in much the same way. //I miss a lot of things. Here is so... quiet. But you, most of all.//

Her visits. Her kisses. Being able to feel her nearby, as well. Knowing that she was still alive and well helped, but there was a same hollowed-out space in his senses where she belonged. It was unsettling.

"Then it is good I do not have to return to Fandom until Saturday," Raven murmured. "I am to go to Kaeleer with Karla on Saturday." And she had absolutely no obligations until then, so she was all his.

//Kaeleer, hm?// She was more than welcome to stick around until then. //Vacationing to be done?//

Generally people didn't plan ahead for the end of the world and other such things, so Jono wasn't too worried. But he had to admit to being curious, at least.

Raven nodded against his shoulder. "Karla is bringing Dinah and her boyfriend to the Fyreborn Islands and invited me to come with her," she said. "To see the dragons. I have met the unicorns on her world, but not dragons."

She was still a little worried about being the proverbial fifth wheel; Jaenelle and Lucivar would be there, at least, though both of them were strange in their own ways.

//Dragons and unicorns,// Jono echoed. He managed, at least, to not sound terribly bewildered about that. //I think I can honestly say I've never met either.//

And could probably get by in life without, really, but at the same time, it was an intriguing thought.

//You'll say hello to them for me?//

To the... dragons.

Oh, Kaeleer.

Dragons, unicorns, telepathic animals. She was never going to be used to Kaeleer.

"Of course," Raven said. "Or if you are able to join us, I am certain Karla would welcome you as well." It'd be nice to have a good memory of Kaeleer to share with Jono, not Agio and its awful aftermath.

//To meet th'... dragons.// Oh, go on. Tempt him a little more, Raven. He'd missed out on the unicorns, but dragons seemed so bloody fantastic...

Even if, technically, they were just as real here in his own reality, too.

//Don't think I've met Dinah's boyfriend, either. Though I can't imagine I'd have to worry about freaking him out too much with my voice, if th'bloke is going to be seeing fantastical creatures up close and personal.//

"I believe the purpose of this trip is to introduce him to more of the strangeness of Dinah's life," Raven said. Or "Break the Boyfriend," as Karla had called it.

"Kyle was in Fandom for graduation, so he is well aware that it is not a normal place." And she'd also made him drunk on mead by mistake, oops.

Wasn't that what alcohol was for, when Raven was involved?

//Ah, so he saw th' vikings, then?// And, by extension, Jono with fire coming out of his face. He fidgeted slightly at the realization that he'd more or less had an audience for that one, and then forced himself to relax a few moments later by reasoning that most people had been paying attention to their own loved ones at the time. //Poor lad probably barely knows which end is up, after that.//

"He did," Raven confirmed. "But he seemed to be adjusting well to it. He was already aware that Dinah is a meta-human, and that many of her friends were as well." And that some of them died and got better, in her case.

Raven trusted that Kyle wouldn't be rude if he asked Jono any questions about himself. If he was, well, he'd have to deal with a displeased and scolding empath.

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