sharp_as_knives | Portalocity to Hannibal's home (where Jono hates the sun screaming) and back, Friday

Relaxed (and cheese-smell-free) after the week in remote Sweden, Hannibal smiled as he stepped through the portal to home.

His smile went away. "What is that noise?"

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furnaceface

//... No, that would've been smart,// Jono muttered, stuffing Joni into her carrier and then latching the door shut. //Is Beethoven in there with you? I got Joni. She got me, too.//

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal smirked. Then set Jono's half-packed suitcase back on the bed and opened it up. He will be shortly.

Well, he didn't need more cat hair on his clothes.

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furnaceface

//... I'm not going to ask what you're doing. I have the feeling it's better I don't know.//

Jono gathered the carrier containing the yowling kitten under one arm, and then went to collect Hendrix, who promised to be significantly more easygoing about the whole ordeal than Joni was. Because, really, if a tree frog caused him that sort of grief, he'd start to worry about the state of affairs here on the island.

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It probably shouldn't be discounted. Because Fandom.

Beethoven jumped up and started settling down in Jono's suitcase.

I have the cat, Hannibal thought helpfully, packing around him.

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furnaceface

//Excellent. I'll be there just as soon as...// Into the container went the frog, and Jono paused to make sure there was enough moisture to last them the trip. He'd stop at a pet shop for crickets when they got where they were going. //... As I get in there.//

A few moments later, in Jono came, carrying two pets and an empty carrier.

...

//Really?//

Well, it had worked.

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal smirked at him. "He likes it there." He snapped his own suitcase closed. "All that's left is socks and underwear, once there's room for them."

Because cat.

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furnaceface

//Here,// Jono sighed, setting Joni and Hendrix down and making his way to the suitcase to collect Beethoven. //I'll remedy that.//

Good luck with that one if Beethoven saw the carrier, Starsmore.

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Hannibal stood between the carrier and the suitcase to help out, and even reached out to rub Beethoven's head until Jono was close enough. "You have him?"

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furnaceface

Jono slid one hand under Beethoven's front legs, and then did his best to get the other under his behind, scooping up the armload of cat and giving Hannibal a nod.

//You get the carrier, I'll cram him in there?//

Manhandling Beethoven into one of those things was a two person job at least.

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal turned to get it, only letting the cat see it at the very last minute as it scooped him up.

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furnaceface

And now they had two angry cats and one very mellow frog, as Jono closed the door on Beethoven and latched it shut.

//Cranky old bloke has no idea how lucky he is right now,// Jono muttered, stepping back to survey the small menagerie. //Ah well. He'll like it at the mansion. Unless something blows it up, I suppose.//

Just go ahead and jinx it, Jono, sure.

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sharp_as_knives

"Or one of the children decides to cart him about like a doll." Hannibal shook his head. He finished Jono's suitcase and latched it, then picked up his own and Beethoven. "Shall we?"

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furnaceface

//God, yes. Please, let's.// Jono grabbed his suitcase, tucked Hendrix neatly under one armpit, and then picked up Joni's bag. //The sooner we get the hell away from that, the sooner we... well, don't have to listen to it, mostly.//

Which was a win in Jonothon's book.

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sharp_as_knives

So, back to Portalocity it was. And Hannibal bought their portal, thank you. And then they were at the school, which might be its own brand of chaos, but at least the sun wasn't screaming.

Even if some of the children were.

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furnaceface

Ah, but at least they'd shut up eventually, or wander off and scream elsewhere.

//Oh thank God,// Jono muttered, stalking across the lawn toward the mansion, equally relieved to hear that Joni was calming down a little, too.

"..." said the sun.

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Hannibal followed, nodding and smiling at the students he knew. Which was probably offset by the growling coming from the carrier at his side, but that couldn't be helped.

"Is there anything currently going on that I should be aware of?"

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furnaceface

Jono gave his shoulders a shrug.

//Nothing that Logan saw fit to warn me about recently, and everyone looks more or less in one piece and in a decent frame of mind. I don't suppose, 'it's nearly the weekend' warrants a warning, does it?//

It was hard to tell around here.

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sharp_as_knives

"No more so than in Fandom." Which was to say, there was still no telling. "We should probably stay in."

Not that that was any guarantee, either.

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furnaceface

//Safest bet,// Jono agreed, nodding down at one of the students as they came to investigate the cats. Of course now Joni was being a little angel, purring and rubbing her face against the fingers poking through the bars of her carrier.

Traitor.

//In is quiet. Definite points in favour of in, right there.//

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sharp_as_knives

Beethoven, for his part, was still looking grumpy and growling intermittently.

"Quiet sounds very good," Hannibal agreed. "Though I may take over the kitchen at some point." He hadn't cooked in a week now.

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furnaceface

//I can't imagine anybody will complain. And there's no shortage of hungry mouths here who'd be happy to enjoy your cooking,// Jono mused. //Should be easy enough to arrange, unless it's Doop's turn to cook, that night.//

Jono had no idea how to handle Doop.

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sharp_as_knives

"I can offer to let him film me instead," Hannibal suggested. Hopefully that would be enough distraction.

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furnaceface

//Careful, you'll end up with your own cooking show or something,// Jono teased, nodding again at the student before they wandered off to their next class. //I really wouldn't be surprised.//

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sharp_as_knives

"It would be one of the less catastrophic or controversial things to happen here," Hannibal teased back. Consider that, Jono.

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furnaceface

//I'd probably watch it, anyway. Maybe I'd learn a thing or two about cooking something that isn't fish and chips or chicken tikka masala.//

Hannibal would pry Jono's greasy chip techniques from his cold, dead hands.