Portalocity, Sunday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal often adored surprises. Especially for other people. All he'd told Jono was to dress in comfortable but presentable clothing, meet him at Portalocity, and be prepared for a day off the island.

And not to bring the banjo. Honestly, Jono.

"Ready?"


[OOC: NFB for distance once they leave, but that they went somewhere is fair game. Open for interaction before they go, why not?]

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[furnaceface]

//If you find anything interesting there, let me know?// Jono could guess at what Hannibal might be poking at, there. He had to admit that he was intrigued, himself. But then, given the telepathy, he was more curious as to how fiction had been affected.

... And if this world still had Vonnegut.

//I'll probably end up sitting somewhere out of the way, reading whatever I've found. I'm not in any hurry to leave just yet.//

It was nice here. People didn't look at him funny.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Enjoy yourself." Hannibal grinned. "And remember not to yell for me; we are in a library."