Hannibal's house (and totally not Jono's), Sunday

[sharp_as_knives]

Yesterday had been reasonably quiet at home, but on these weekends, there was no telling how things would end up. So, once again, Hannibal had fixed enough food to almost-prepared for an army and enough coffee for three, and was spending as much quiet time as he could at the harpsichord.

The brass plaque at the gate announcing his office and qualifications was nicely polished, the flamingos scattered on the lawn had been sufficiently fed not to unduly bother any visitors, and everything was hopefully going to stay interesting without being too harrowing.

One could always hope.



[OOC: Open post! No OCD; ping or e-mail me if you have questions!]

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[furnaceface]

//Well, if you can, keep in touch,// Jono offered, because... that seemed like the thing to say. //I've had enough friends get cut off to not take it personally if you can't, though.//

[intraspective]

"I'll try," she said, making a face at him. "I hope I can. Picked up a few numbers from people last night that I'd like to be able to use. Your number still the same?"

[furnaceface]

//Hasn't changed,// Jono agreed. //Only I can actually do more than text, these days. The wonders of technology and all that.//

He'd have to send Barry a gift basket or something, one of these days. Honestly.

[intraspective]

Ino tilted her head slightly. "Can you talk on it now? Telepathically or something?"

Technology could do that?

[furnaceface]

Jono gave a happy sort of nod.

... Happy for Jono, anyway.

//A former student at the school, but of a genius, rigged it up for me. Granted, I had to go to bloody Rapture to make that connection, but nobody died who we didn't want to, and I got a phone out of the whole deal...//

It had been horrifying. Jono still sometimes had nightmares of Rapture. But then, he had nightmares of a lot of things, so.

[intraspective]

"There's worse outcomes! And a phone is a pretty good reward if no one died that wasn't supposed to," Ino said, since there sounded like there was a long terrible story somewhere in that. "Should I ask how it works, or just accept that it does?"

Just accept it, Ino.

[furnaceface]

//If I knew how it worked, I'd be rigging up everything the same way,// Jono replied, amused. //I might have to ask Barry to tell me how he managed it, though. I've got a few pieces of equipment that I wouldn't mind being able to use again.//

[intraspective]

"I can't imagine you being technologically savvy," she admitted, laughing. "But hey, can't fault you for going that direction either."

[furnaceface]

//Hey, now! I'm a certain sort of technology-savvy. I can put together a voice-controlled sonic collar with hard light emitters in the dark out of scraps if I need to. But don't ask me to find the blueprints on Google.//

It could be a lesson in hilarity, though.

[intraspective]

Oh, Jono.

"Please find the blueprints on Google for me," Ino said promptly.

Because of course she did.

[furnaceface]

//Why do you hate me, Ino? Why?//

Sometimes, Jono needed to ask these things. They were the important questions.

[intraspective]

"Because you make it so easy," she said loftily. "And because it's funny."

[furnaceface]

Just for you, Ino, Jono put forth the effort it took to project a sigh, and he got up and made his way across the room to get the tablet that Hannibal had given him.

//Right, right. I'll humour you because I love you,// he snarked.

... He found the power button.

[intraspective]

She beamed at him, curling back up on the chair that she'd been using.

"Guess I'll be here for a while, huh?"

Ino had no faith in him. None.

[furnaceface]

//Make yourself comfortable,// Jono muttered, taking a seat for himself and wrinkling his nose as he poked at the tablet's screen. //I'm not even entirely certain which of these little pictures opens the internet.//

[intraspective]

"What thing do you internet on?" Ino asked, making no move to get up and help where she'd be more useful. "Each browser has a different icon."

[furnaceface]

Jono squinted at Ino. And then back at the tablet.

...

Damn you, Ino.

//The internet one.//

Shut up.

[intraspective]

Yeah, no.

Ino burst into giggles helplessly.

[furnaceface]

//I'm going to just start hitting pic-- icons// Jono announced. //And next year when I've found the proper one, then we'll see how long it takes for me to get to Google.//

At least he knew what the website was called!

[intraspective]

"I don't even know why you try," Ino said, still deeply amused. "But I'm enjoying this. A lot."

[furnaceface]

//I'm ignoring you,// Jono announced, loftily. //And using process of elimination. This one, I listen to the radio with. And this one, I mix music on...//

This could be a while.

[intraspective]

Ino was just going to rest her head against the arm of the chair and listen to him, still smiling.

It was... really, really not her fault when she unintentionally dozed off. It really wasn't.

[furnaceface]

Jono glanced her way once he realized she was no longer picking fun. And then, after a moment, he wondered if maybe he should be getting a blanket for her and just letting her rest.

... Well, he supposed now was as good a time as any to try to figure out Google, heckler-free. Let her have her nap, at least for a while. If she was sleeping here, she likely needed it.

He'd... probably still be working on this by the time she woke up again, though.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal came to lean in the doorway, giving them both an amused look before thinking at Jono, Shall I bring a blanket?

[furnaceface]

//If you would, please,// Jono agreed, nodding over at Hannibal gratefully. //She must be exhausted. Ino never misses out on an opportunity to give somebody a difficult time.//