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]

Raven was not afraid to cheat, not when it came to spending time with Jono.

"From what I understand, we will be on the beaches of these Fyreborn Islands," she explained. "And the sun will be very bright, and you know how pale my skin is. I will burn easily unless someone is there to make certain every inch of me is protected."

Yes, totally cheating.


[Night! *glomps*]

[furnaceface]

//Oh, beaches,// Jono replied, nodding a little as if that suddenly made perfect sense. //With sun and sand and water...//

He was going to die of heatstroke while staring longingly at the waves. Yep.

//I'd be happy to help you along with that, Sunshine.//

Totally worth it.

[trigons_child]

"You survived Hawaii," Raven reminded him. "It will not be that bad." Though, yes, depending on how warm it would be, very hot beneath leather.

"Is there something else we could wrap you with, perhaps, that might be more comfortable than leather for the beach?" she had to wonder. "Something waterproof? But regardless, I would be happy to have you with us. And so will my back."

They even wouldn't try to make him talk to Warren, promise.

[furnaceface]

//There's the unfortunate thing... I can't think of much that's waterproof that I won't manage to thoroughly destroy in th'course of a day on th'beach. I have turtleneck sweaters with scorch marks in them. They survive about a day, and they're still too warm.//

He shrugged a bit.

//I'm certain we can figure something out. I don't need to wear my jacket everywhere I go. And I do own jeans.//

Actually, he owned swim trunks. Somewhere. Which he figured he was never going to wear again.

[trigons_child]

Swim trunks, completely with matching belt and gloves?

"It only needs to last the afternoon," Raven pointed out. So something that wouldn't be an expensive investment. She wasn't sure just what, but she'd have to give it some thought for the future.

"I will be happy as long as you are there," she said. "I just wish you to be comfortable and enjoy yourself."

[furnaceface]

Leather swim trunks were all the rage! In... Madripoor.

Right, then.

//If it wasn't for the audience, I might almost be willing to consider just... not worrying too much about...// Well. //Almost. I mean... you know.//

Actually, Jono, knowing would probably be much easier if you used actual sentences, there.

[trigons_child]

"I know what?" Raven said, puzzled.

She touched her hand to his cheek. "I do not understand. What are you trying to say?"

[furnaceface]

See? He totally could have done better at expressing himself, there.

He huffed out some psionic crackle that was more or less a sigh, leaning his face against her hand slightly.

//I mean... it'd almost be tempting to just... not bother, for once.// His hand reached up and one finger tapped lightly at the wrappings over his chest. //Hardly worth any of th'fuss. But tempting.//

How did bags of ice keep in your Netherverse, Raven?

[trigons_child]

They'd keep very well! It was nice and cool inside her, after all.

Well, that part of inside her. Ahem.

She moved her hand over his. "You know I would not mind, nor would Karla or Dinah, and I do not think Warren would care." She couldn't speak for Kyle, but after seeing dragons and talking to people coming back from the dead, he probably wouldn't bat an eye.

[furnaceface]

//I suppose not,// Jono agreed, hitching up one shoulder a little in a shrug. //They'd all know what to expect, at least. Still, it'd probably be for th'best to just... try to stay to th'shade, perhaps. That seems far easier overall.//

While the water was big and cool and inviting...

[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.