fandomhigh | "Yes, And:" Improv Theatre and You, Wednesday, Period One

Jono's headache from last week? Had nothing on his headache this week. The difference was apparently that the island was up to something unpleasant, because looking out the window of the house out beyond the backyard this morning, he could have sworn that some large, fiery... thing was staring back at him. He'd blinked and it was gone again, but the way it had held itself had him more than a bit unsettled.

//Island's up to something,// he said, sitting on the edge of the Danger Shop stage with one hand to the side of his head and his eyes glowing faintly white. //I could keep you all here today to strut around up here pretending to be different animals in a barnyard or whatever, or I could let you all leave to batten down th'hatches or arm yourselves or whatever you do on days like these. Going by th'bloke I spotted before I headed in today, though, it's gonna be a big one.//

He shuddered a little, and then shook it off.

//Personally, I'd rather you started with the hatches and the battening down of them. Find a safe place, find safe people, check to see if the Causeway's been shut off yet, spend today coordinating escape plans and emergency backups if you need them. Maybe the island is just feeling weird and showing us the ghosts of Christmas deadly or something, but t'is the season, and better safe than sorry. General rule is that th'dorms and Caritas are safe havens, but I've been grabbed from my bed before in my time as a student here, so better not to swear by that one.//

Happy December, students.

//We don't know what's coming, so I couldn't tell you what the best approach is here, but feel free to... you know. Improvise.//

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//I know, Sunshine,// Jono said, ignoring the twisting feeling where his heart was supposed to be. //Today's a bit less fun and games. But how about I make it up to you? Would you be up for a sleepover party at my place? Bring as many of your friends as you like?//

He was going to put it like that, because he wouldn't be upset either way if he wound up with a living room full of students he could stick his neck out for, or stuffed animals.

//Papa Hannibal can make cookies.//

He would inform Papa Hannibal that he was making cookies.

She giggled.

"I do like Papa Hannibal's cookies," Alluka said agreeably, hugging Mr. Bubbles tightly. "It's okay to bring logs of friends?"

He did know how many toys she had, right?

//As many as you like,// Jono agreed. //Mr. Bubbles, for sure. Bring all the important ones.//

Because he'd rather she have them with her than spend however long this went on potentially cut off from the dorms and worrying.

//I can help you carry them over, if you like.//

Because weird shadows in the streets didn't make him feel great about making her walk carrying an armload of plush toys.

She had a wagon! She could cart around lots of friends at once!

Alluka's smile faltered slightly.

"Papa's that worried?"

Jono's gaze dropped at that. Damn it, Alluka was a sharp one.

//Papa's that worried,// he confirmed. He was hardly going to lie to her. //But nothing terrible's happened, yet. I'm not about to take chances if I don't have to. Not with the people who are important to me.//

Alluka thought about that carefully.

"You can hold my hand when we go and get my friends," she decided, finally. "Nothing bad will happen then. It'll be okay, Papa."

Aw, Alluka. More worried about whether Papa was worrying than your own well-being. It made Jono feel a little better and about a million times more worried all at the same time.

//Holding your hand is a great idea,// he said, his voice softening. //Everything'll be fine, luv. You're right.//

He would bloody well kill if that was what it took to be sure.

She reached out to hold his hand, even though they still had to wait for class to be over with.

"It will be okay," she repeated. "Nanika's paying attention too."

And Nanika was a lot scarier than pretty much anything ever could be, though Nanika didn't scare Alluka.

Jono nodded and gave Alluka's hand a squeeze.

//I'm sure she'll keep a good eye out for you too, then,// he decided. Because... well.. Nanika was appropriately terrifying. He had no doubt that she could.

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