3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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Tanned and rested from a vacation--where no evil mutants or natural disasters struck--Jean was going to settle in for whatever she could find on TV tonight.

It ended up being something about kids living and loving in New Jersey.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong here.

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After the week he'd had, Jono found himself needing to get the hell out of his room, to wander around and pretend that he was a far more social creature than he actually was. Now and again, he liked to catch people off-guard that way. Just to keep them guessing.

Today's effort saw him heading down to the third floor, peering into the common room, noticing a familiar somebody within, and deciding to head inside and find a place to settle.

//Evening, Jean.//

Shut up. That totally counted as striking up meaningful conversation, in Jono-land.

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"Jono," Jean replied, not one to be put off by his inherent Jono-ness. "How was your break?"

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//It was...//

He'd nearly been eaten by his ex-girlfriend, the temporary cannibal.

//... Eventful. Spent some quality time with th'other students back at th'Academy. And yers?//

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Cannibals made the world more fun. Really.

"Kinda boring, really. I went on the cruise." She held up her arm as if to elaborate. "Tanned. That was pretty much it."

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//Well, then I wasn't missin' out on anything, was I?//

That actually helped him feel a little better about opting out of the school trip, actually.

//I don't tan all that well anyhow.//

He was more prone to burning.

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"That's because you're insanely pale," Jean replied. Because gingers know all about that. "If you get the right sunblock, it's fine."

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//I'm from London,// Jono pointed out. //And I'm a goth. I suspect that if I was ever intended to tan, I'd have been born in Hawaii, and would've taken' up surfing or sommat, instead of guitar.//

He'd probably look better in swim trunks, if it was meant to be, too.

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"Surfers play guitar," Jean pointed out. "Scott's brother is a surfer, actually."

Oh, Evolution. Surfer Havok.

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//Scott's broth--// Pardon Jono for a moment while he worked on figuring out what to make of that.

...

Okay. He was good. He was going to have to tell Jubilee this one, though, so that he could watch her squirm and try not to laugh.

//Surfers play surf music, luv. I play slightly more heavy fare.//

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Being back in Fandom meant Jen could go back to being big and green. It just felt better, to be honest.

She walked in and was fascinated by the TV.

"...what is that?" she asked.

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"Like?" Jean prompted, because the people on the TV were doing something weird with their fists.

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"MTV, I think." You can tell by the lack of music. "There doesn't seem to be much else on."

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... The people on the TV worried Jono, and he was going to just refrain from watching what they were doing, now.

//Hard rock, alternative, grunge. Whatever catches my ear at th'time, really.//

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"I guess we missed the rest of the Olympics," Jennifer lamented. "So no crime dramas or game shows on? Because this... this is scaring me."

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Bruce crossed over with Marvel walked into the common room and gave Jean a smile. He gave everyone else the very, very slight smile that he defaulted to when he was being social without really trying. "Evening. Are those Jersey accents?"

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"I'm still waiting to hear some, you know." Jean, you listen to Jonas Brothers. You don't deserve to have music played for you.

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"I think it's like the Real World?" Only trashier. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?

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WHERE IS DAREDEVIL?!

"I think so. It's supposed to be set there." She was hoping it was a comedy. Hoping to god.

Jean, remember your girlish manners. She smiled at him, scooting over on the couch. "Hi."

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//I've almost always got my guitar with me at th'Groovy Tunes on Tuesdays,// Jono offered. //Or, I suppose, if Tuesdays are bad, I could pull it out to a common room sometime. I can actually make th'motions of not bein' a horrid shut-in from time to time.//

Lies, Jono. All lies.

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"I'll stop by tomorrow and then you can try performing for everyone," Jean offered kindly.

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Mmm, like old times.

//Tell yer what,// Jono reasoned, //yer swing by, listen to what I can play, and then let me know if yer think I can carry a performance, solo, with just a guitar and no voice at my disposal. And then we'll discuss th'possibility of me puttin' on a show for an audience larger than one.//

Old times, of course, had involved him being able to sing, too.

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"This is like the real world? In what sense?" Jennifer asked.

Sorry, she actually came pre-MTV, Jean

"Because this looks like... fake to me. The people especially. I don't think people come in that color."

Said the green person.

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At a stop sign put up by Bruce's old boss.

Bruce took a seat next to her. "It looks enough like Jersey to me," Bruce said. "It's actually filmed on location." He listened for another two seconds. "I'm not sure I know why it was filmed at all, though."

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Jean held out her hand. "Deal."

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"...the show?" Oh god, Jean couldn't comprehend this switchover in times. "Orange? I think it's a lot of really bad fake tanning supplies."