Massachusetts Academy, Thursday Evening, Fandom Time

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'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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[trigons_child]

"There is nothing to stop us from taking a walk and going somewhere alone," Raven said. "I do not know the size of the islands, but I am certain there must be a place we can find some privacy."

She squeezed his hand, sending him a gentle pulse of comfort.

[furnaceface]

//Privacy's good.//

No, really. Privacy, he liked. He could certainly get on-board with the whole 'privacy' idea.

//I think I might need to take you up on that, luv. Especially if it's a particularly warm day.//

Or, alternatively, if the sunscreen got distracting.

[trigons_child]

There would be more danger of that if Raven was bold enough to wear a bikini, but she wasn't quite that brave yet.

"And I will be certain to rub sunscreen on your back in that case," she said. "I do not wish you to burn, either." She could heal it easily enough, but why bother if she could easily spare him the discomfort.

[furnaceface]

And, really, he did enough burning on a good day.

//And I would. Terribly. Sunscreen all around sounds like an excellent idea.//

... He was almost kind of actually looking forward to that, now. A little bit.

[trigons_child]

"Then it is a date," Raven said happily. She was looking forward to spending time relaxing and not thinking of the past week, and it would be all the better with Jono there with her.

"Then what shall we do this evening?" she asked. "Is there something we may watch other than silly dances?"

[furnaceface]

//Erm...//

There was a good question. Jono was fairly certain he didn't have a non-violent video in his entire collection. He cast a hand around for the remote again, flipped a few more channels, and then squinted at the screen.

//... Buddies?//

They could both revel in the glory of the 'Smelly Dog' song.

[trigons_child]

Raven drew away and sat back down on the bed, looking up at him with a smile. "I do not care what it is," she said. "It is the company that I am more concerned with."

But Jono better prepare himself for lots of questions to explain the humor.

[furnaceface]

Questions, Jono didn't mind. Really, it was the company that he was in this for, too.

//That, then, would make two of us.//

Well. The two of them, and an entire sitcom filled with weirdos doing insane things.