apocalipped | 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!]

Threaded | Flat

After Triela's funeral, Raven teleported herself to Jono's home dimension. She'd been there once with him, for the concert, not Massachusetts Academy itself, and she had better sense than to teleport directly into the school and alarm everyone within. Instead, she appeared outside the school and walked up to the front door of the main building, taking a moment to compose herself (crying did terrible things to black eyeliner) first so she didn't look so forlorn before knocking on the door.

And hoping it wasn't Emma who answered.

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