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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[furnaceface]

//I'm fine either way,// Jono replied, shrugging. //I've seen them all more than enough times to count, and everyone is up there. Lee, I think you've met, but it's a bit of a small crowd, otherwise.//

Monet, Angelo, Everett, Penance, Paige...

[trigons_child]

"I am happy so long as I am with you," Raven said. "I just wish to spend some time not thinking of the past few days." And failure and the sting of Pride.

"I do wish to meet your friends, though it need not be tonight."

[furnaceface]

//I think tonight, I'd like to just keep you all to myself,// Jono decided. There was nothing the matter with hogging her for the night, was there?

Plus, if he went upstairs again, they would expect him to clean up after the great popcorn massacre.

//If we want to watch something, there's a telly down here, anyhow.//

His basement was a disaster area, but it was an awesome one, thanks.

[trigons_child]

Nothing wrong with that at all; she was perfectly content not to have to share him with anyone else.

"How long will it take for you to find the television?" she teased, trying for a little levity to banish the feelings of the past few days.

[furnaceface]

//Probably only a hour or two, if you help me dig,// countered Jonothon, even as he made a reach for the remote control that was sitting on his nightstand and flicked the television on.

It was right over there, for the record. Mostly not buried.

Because he'd been playing a lot of Sega, lately. There wasn't really much to do around here when they weren't under immediate threat of being exterminated by sentient gym equipment.

[trigons_child]

Raven stood up just long enough to take off her cloak and drape it over a chair. She settled back on the bed, scooting back to make herself comfortable for watching. "What do you wish to watch?" she asked.

Something other than horror would probably be for the best, though it did give her an excuse to cling.

[furnaceface]

//Well, we have cable,// Jono shared. //We could just flip through until we find something interesting.//

Something that they considered interesting back in 1996.

You just know that he was already clicking in the direction of MTV. After two years of Fandom, he was suffering slight withdrawls.

[trigons_child]

Oh, Jono, Didn't you know the #1 song of 1996 was "Macarena"? Of course that was playing when he flipped to MTV.

Raven stared at the TV. "What kind of music is that?" she asked.

[furnaceface]

He'd been in denial! Sweet, blissful denial!

//That is...// he stared for a moment, and then clicked one more time. Some cooking show. At the moment, even that seemed to one-up the Macarena, thanks. //Some sort of unholy torture song devised by the Spanish in their bid to take over th'world.//

Damn it, 1996. He only loved you for your grunge.

[trigons_child]

"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.

[furnaceface]

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

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

The rest, he could do without.

[trigons_child]

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

Consider this your punishment, Jono.

[furnaceface]

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...//

[trigons_child]

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.

[furnaceface]

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.

[trigons_child]

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?"

[furnaceface]

//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.//

[trigons_child]

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.

[furnaceface]

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...

[trigons_child]

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.

[furnaceface]

//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.

[trigons_child]

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.

[furnaceface]

//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.//

[trigons_child]

"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.

[furnaceface]

//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.