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]

//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.//

[sharp_as_knives]

So I have noticed, Hannibal thought at him as he went to fetch the blanket from its chest. She came in and asked me why I hadn't eaten you.

He had somehow gotten the feeling subtlety wasn't her strength.

[furnaceface]

Well, that sort of implied that she'd been poking around a bit, and the sleeping Ino got a bit of a squint for that, but Jono was willing to let it drop if Hannibal was.

//And why haven't you?// Jono teased, setting down his tablet and peering over to watch Hannibal get the blanket. //I mean, we both know you're a biter.//

... This was an easier direction to take the conversation than the whole 'dwelling on cannibalism' thing. So.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was never shy about giving people a piece of his mind; if they weren't inclined to interfere with him, they were welcome to borrow it on their own.

It occurred to me to answer with that, Hannibal thought back, smirking at Jono as he returned with the blanket, But she didn't seem the type to appreciate it.

He covered Ino carefully, then came to sit by Jono. He looked him over carefully. You know she's sick?

[furnaceface]

//It's hard to miss,// Jono replied, looking at her with a vague sense of worry settling around his features. //She used to always be so vibrant. Do you know what it is?//

[sharp_as_knives]

Something akin to radiation poisoning, she said. Hannibal put his hand over Jono's. She is worse than she looks. If Jono wanted to share his sense of smell, perhaps hooked to his medical knowledge...?

[furnaceface]

//I was... afraid you'd say something like that,// Jono admitted, clasping Hannibal's hand and taking a moment to grab hold to that unspoken invitation to share his senses.

Ah. All at once, the vague sense of worry solidified into something a little more certain.

//What's the poison from, exactly? Did she say?//

[sharp_as_knives]

She did not. Hannibal shook his head. Only that she wasn't in pain, and there wasn't anything else that I could do for her. He cocked an eyebrow at Jono. You have some idea?

[furnaceface]

Jono shook his own head.

//I'm afraid I don't,// he admitted, a bit sadly. //Maybe I'll be able to get that out of her by the time she needs to go. Or maybe not. But... Ino and I, we go back a ways. I want to help if I can.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Let me know if you need my help for anything, Hannibal said. She did also mention that she's been living in the world of another teacher we've met - Reno. They'd had a difference of opinion, but perhaps he would know more.

[furnaceface]

//He might, at that,// Jono noted, looking thoughtful. //I don't know him terribly well, but he is a friend of a few friends. He might be approachable, true enough.//

It... seemed worth a shot.

And if he wasn't approachable, well, Jono had ways of finding things out.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded. How did she find out about me, do you know? Telepathy, psychometry, or simply the vagaries of Fandom?

[furnaceface]

//My best guess? Telepathy,// Jono replied with a shrug of his shoulders. //Though I could be mistaken. She might have other connections elsewhere, or be from a different point in the future, or... hell, it could be anything, really, where Fandom and Ino are involved.//

Telepathy, at least, was the one that he'd had the most experience with, when it came to Ino's power set.

//... It's sort of flattering she cared enough to bring it up, actually.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled, then continued speaking out loud, although quietly. "It does however mean that thinking at you to avoid disturbing her is rather pointless. But it's good to know you inspire such loyalty."

[furnaceface]

//Well, not all telepaths are immediately attuned to louder thoughts,// Jono offered, //but I'm not certain completely how Ino's works so...//

He shrugged.

//I might have to find Reno while he's still about.// A beat. //Or we both can. You've got slightly more tact than I've got.//

Slightly?