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fandomhigh2015-11-01 11:15 pm
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Creative Inspirations | Monday, period one
Jono had been so disappointed to find they'd missed Halloween due to being in New York. If he could pout, he probably would be. As it was, Hannibal was certain he had moped all night. And shared.
Jonothon really couldn't help it if his favourite holiday ever just happened to be Halloween, okay? It was one of the very few things he actually thought the Americans did right.
So, the bright and cheery thing they'd planned for today was out, and Hannibal had employed all his charm to get Portalocity to change their portal for another. Hopefully this would at least be dark and foreboding enough to cheer Jono up.
Or something like that.
"I hope you all had a lovely weekend," he began. "Today we will be returning to Italy. However, Il Parco dei Mostri is a very different place, so I hope you won't feel we're repeating ourselves. This place was created in the sixteenth century, and contains a number of sculptures, designed to be more awe-inspiring and shocking than beautiful."
He smiled. "And as we'll be in gardens, I've brought a bit of a picnic as well. I hope you all enjoy our trip."
//As usual,// Jono chimed in, //respect for our surroundings. Though by this point, I'm certain none of you need to be told.//
... He wasn't looking at Dante. He wasn't. Dante was a big boy and didn't need to be told by this point either, dammit.
Jonothon really couldn't help it if his favourite holiday ever just happened to be Halloween, okay? It was one of the very few things he actually thought the Americans did right.
So, the bright and cheery thing they'd planned for today was out, and Hannibal had employed all his charm to get Portalocity to change their portal for another. Hopefully this would at least be dark and foreboding enough to cheer Jono up.
Or something like that.
"I hope you all had a lovely weekend," he began. "Today we will be returning to Italy. However, Il Parco dei Mostri is a very different place, so I hope you won't feel we're repeating ourselves. This place was created in the sixteenth century, and contains a number of sculptures, designed to be more awe-inspiring and shocking than beautiful."
He smiled. "And as we'll be in gardens, I've brought a bit of a picnic as well. I hope you all enjoy our trip."
//As usual,// Jono chimed in, //respect for our surroundings. Though by this point, I'm certain none of you need to be told.//
... He wasn't looking at Dante. He wasn't. Dante was a big boy and didn't need to be told by this point either, dammit.
Re: OOC!
... Sorry folks. Convention trauma, nothing to see here.