Jono was actually in a good mood today. Yes, even Jono was aware of how weird that was. But he wasn't going to let a little thing like a good mood get in the way of listening to angry music. It just meant that it was entirely possible that he was going to end up pulling a guitar down off the wall and playing along, today. The Clash was playing ( Read more... )

Jono had had big plans for tonight at the Boards, but the events of the last few weeks had thrown something of a wrench in the gears when it came to organizing the showcase he'd wanted to hold.

... Or even finding people to perform in it. Which meant that he was going to have to adjust his plans somewhat ( Read more... )

The constant buzz of Nanika being a present force on the island had finally gotten to Jono, to the point where he was mostly just going through the motions with a pocketful of tissues for the inevitable nosebleeds, and he was making a point to go to work today just to get out of the bloody house. Give him another couple of days, and he'd just wall ( Read more... )

After days of dealing with Nanika in the house - which mostly consisted of trying to get her to respond to anything and eventually conceding that she did in fact seem stuck in her current thought - and the same amount of time in dealing with a husband who was increasingly out of sorts (though at least not with him anymore), Hannibal was glad to ( Read more... )

There had been dead people this weekend, and Hannibal had no doubt some people were traumatized, either from their visitors or from their lack of them.

So, today signs went up and an e-mail post went out:

Dinner, drinks, and games at 22 Phoenix Place this evening. Whether you had visitors or not, come and recover or make sure others have. 7pm

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They were at the bowling alley. They were at the bowling alley entirely because Hannibal's guest and his husband loved trolling him

Hannibal was still not wearing those ugly shoes. Or eating the pile of grease they called food.

Hannibal was mostly sitting and looking long-suffering, since that seemed to be what he was here for.

[Open post! Come ( Read more... )

"Ah... shit."

Sparkle had kind of been afraid that this was going to happen. Ever since the only shirts he could find in his dresser this morning were ridiculous Christmas sweaters (though the one he'd pulled on today had given him a much-needed cackle, so he wasn't entirely complaining), he'd been at least low-level paranoid that whatever he ( Read more... )

Well, if there were any time that people were going to need counselling, it was after something like that.

Hannibal had coffee, tea, wine, and beer ready to go, and was doing paperwork and catching up on the news.

And drinking wine. They'd missed another wedding, and this one hadn't even been a ceremony!

[Open post, no OCD! Come talk it out.]

So, the great thing about this whole situation so far was that all of Sparkle's pointy things and shooty things were still on him when the island had swapped over, because Sparkle had been paying attention on Wednesday, and he wasn't stupid.

Or maybe he was stupid, because he was still fucking here. But besides that ( Read more... )

Hannibal had come back here in the early hours of the morning, more to reassure those here that he was still safe and to stay involved in what was going on than out of any real desire to socialize ( Read more... )