Room 408, Sunday, Afternoon

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When you had the room to yourself and the holiday season was mostly over, there were only so many ways for a bloke to pass the time.

Jono had been up all hours of last night playing on his guitar, for example.

Which meant that today? He was hell-bent on sleeping in. Or, at the very least, hell-bent on laying on his back and staring at the ceiling for as much of the day as humanly possible. It was boring as hell, yes, but no less exciting than staring at the wall had been, yesterday. Perhaps tomorrow, to mix things up a bit, he'd look at the floor some instead.

[How enthralling! Tacked up with one in mind, but open if anyone wants to visit otherwise.]

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[momslilassassin]

Ben slanted his eyes at Jono. "Would it be something good?"

[furnaceface]

//Could be useful, if something invades the island again,// Jono noted. //Imagine where those vegetables would be if the locals could all fly.//

Parsnips, nipping at ankles harmlessly. Oh, the horror.

Plus, you know. Still funny.

[momslilassassin]

"I'll have to see if I can convince Arthur to get the reserves to wear them," Ben said.

And what a conversation that would be.

"So how's your week been?"

[furnaceface]

Jono didn't attend the generic, non-powered reserves. The only weapon he ever managed to swing with anything resembling accuracy seemed to be whatever lamp happened to be within reach at the time. But he'd consider attending a meeting to witness that, yes.

//For th'most part, I actually can't complain,// he mused. //It's been quiet, but I'm fine with quiet. Handwavily Spent Christmas day with Didi.//

That was the highlight of the week, yes. Even higher than getting to taste on Christmas Eve.

[momslilassassin]

"Sounds like fun," Ben said with a tiny smile. "I've mostly been," hiding, "in my room."

[furnaceface]

//Making helmets,// Jono noted. //Tell me that's not all yer've been up to, mate.//

Honestly, now. There was a set order to these things. Jono was the hermit, and cute little Jedi like Ben were supposed to be out and about, spreading joy and sparkles and PTSD all around the island.

[momslilassassin]

"I've also been working on a droid," Ben said.

That's not making your case any better, Ben.

[furnaceface]

//... Clearly, we need to go bowling or something, Ben.//

Hey, it was a step up from tinkering in solitude! And a step up from making paint peeling on the ceiling into a spectator sport! Win-win!

[momslilassassin]

"I'm good at bowling," Ben said happily. And that was because he cheated madly and used the Force. And thought that it was okay to knock everyone else's pins down.

[furnaceface]

//Well, that's good, because I'm bloody terrible at it,// Jono replied, not unpleasantly. //It'll make for one hell of a crushing defeat.//

A pause.

//I'll even wear the helmet. It'll go well with th'shoes.//

[momslilassassin]

Ben burst out laughing. "Everyone will be very jealous," he said, nodding.

[furnaceface]

//If yer get pictures, do me a favour and never, ever let me see them. Or th'rest of the world, for that matter. I don't think anybody could handle the sight of something so...//

There had to be a word for that.

Really.

... Nope.

[momslilassassin]

Ben laughed even harder. "I'll be sure to leave my camera behind," he promised. "You going to New York for the New Year thing? I've never been."

[furnaceface]

//I think I might,// Jono agreed. //I think I'd almost fit in, in New York. It's just that sort of city where nobody bothers to look twice.// He raised an eyebrow. //Well, maybe they'd look twice if I wore th'helmet.//

But he loved the helmet!

[momslilassassin]

"Could you pretend to be a performance artist of some kind?" Ben teased. They had lots of crazy people in Coruscant.

[furnaceface]

Jono actually took a moment to seriously consider that. Come to think of it, he'd seen meta for storm troopers dancing on sidewalks, and he'd heard tell of a meta for Darth Vader playing fiddle, once...

//If I bring my guitar, they might throw quarters at me, actually.//

It was tempting.

[momslilassassin]

"As a 'here, have money' thing, and not a 'we're assaulting you' thing, right?" Ben checked.

[furnaceface]

//I suppose that depends entirely on whether or not they like my music.// A pause. //Or Thor.//

Or both.

[momslilassassin]

"I can go with you to make sure they don't get too unruly," Ben offered. "I used to be in security."

[furnaceface]

//So yer saying that I ought to give it a try? Security certainly sounds tempting, in that case.//

It probably said a good deal about how much the helmet had done for Jono's mood that he actually was contemplating playing his guitar on a streetcorner somewhere in NYC, while wearing the helmet. Didn't it?

//What're th'chances that I'd be able to draft yer to sing?//

[momslilassassin]

Fairly high, though Ben was not exactly a singer.

"Depends what you play," he replied.

[furnaceface]

//Any preferences? If yer give me requests now, I'll have time to learn whatever I don't know before th'trip.//

And he would. Happily. Mmm, delicious music.

[momslilassassin]

"I don't know," Ben mused, "what's good music for hanging out on street corners?"

[furnaceface]

//Jazz, th'blues, light rock, possibly folk or country, depending on where yer at. Nothing loud and intrusive, but yer don't want it to be so soft that nobody up and takes notice, either.//

Jonothon, experienced at busking? No, never.

[momslilassassin]

Ben nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe it'd be faster for me to learn stuff from here. Singing things from a different galaxy might cut in on your profit."