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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[furnaceface]

//Holiday weight,// Jono decided, making a show of trying to peer over his shoulder at his own rear end. //Dangerous thing. It's all of that turkey, I suppose.//

Again, the turkey he hadn't been eating.

[momslilassassin]

"And the cookies," Ben added helpfully. "You look great. Really."

Ben was a liar.

[furnaceface]

Jono looked absolutely ridiculous. The bandages under the helmet probably weren't helping that, any.

//It'll probably look better on my shelf than it does on my head,// he decided. //Between my Iron Man action figure and my Fantastic Four bookends.//

Jono was a closeted superhero fanboy. Who knew?

[momslilassassin]

Ben grinned. "I'm glad you like it," he said, looking excited.

[furnaceface]

//And thank yer for it,// Jono replied, looking pleased (and still ridiculous) as he made his way down the hallway. //I suppose here's where I ask yer for yer measurements, so that I can commission a pair of steel trousers?//

Or titanium, or vibranium, or really, really shiny spandex. Jono actually wasn't certain what they were supposed to be.

[momslilassassin]

"Oh, really, you don't have to go to that trouble," Ben laughed.

[furnaceface]

//Says the bloke who make a Thor helmet wot actually gets altitude,// Jono pointed out, looking at him meaningfully from under the headpiece. //How long did yer spend on this, anyhow?//

[momslilassassin]

"A few hours," Ben admitted. "I like tinkering and I don't really get much sleep."

[furnaceface]

//Well, then I'm glad I got to be a fashionable means to facilitate yer insomnia, mate.//

Displacement activities were fun, weren't they?

[momslilassassin]

So much fun! It was a miracle that Ben's tiny droid army hadn't taken over the school at some point.

"Think I could get other people to wear them," he asked with a grin, heading down the stairs, "or would you prefer to be an original?"

[furnaceface]

How in the world Thor actually managed to see where he was going in this thing was beyond Jono. He pulled the helmet off and stowed it under one armpit for purposes of navigating the stairs.

//Yer know, I think there's something to be said for a hovering Thor army...//

It would be funny.

[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!