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Fifth Floor Common Room [Saturday morning]

Sookie was a little surprised this morning -- obviously, since the future-children had been to visit already, it wasn't going to happen again. But when she had woken up still seventeen (still prom queen!) and found Bobby decidedly...smaller, and younger by about ten years, she could've been knocked over by a feather.

That being said, it hadn't taken long for her to realize the only course of action. And so Sookie, in her pajamas (and Bobby, somehow in little-boy pajamas that featured penguins driving racecars) padded out to the common room to start making pancakes. Somewhere along the way, she'd added a few healthier foods to her plan, too, and had turned on some cartoons, but pancakes were definitely the endgame here.

It had worked for the other little kids, after all.

[COMMON ROOM IS OPEN YAY WEETINIES OMG]

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Jono perked up a little bit at that, yes.

"I like all sorts of music," he shared. "Rock, mostly. Some pop, maybe, if it's done well. I can't stand bubblegum."

Nine years old, and he already had opinions.

"What is your favorite song?" Raven asked, scritching Joni's head. She had to seriously restrain herself from ruffling Jono's hair as well.

And here was where the fact that Jono was nine back in 1986 became painfully apparent, wasn't it?

"Money For Nothing," he reported, dutifully. "Th'Dire Straits. But I like Pink Floyd, too. And Queen."

"Where I come from we did not have music," Raven said, "so I have been very interested in learning about it now. Why do you like those groups the best?"

She wasn't taking mental notes, really.

"They're British," Jono replied. Which... wasn't even the start of it, really. But he was duty bound to give props in that regard before anything else, while standing on American ground. "And they make good music."

There was a long pause, and then he couldn't hold back the rest, anymore.

"How could you possibly not have music? Everywhere has music. Ever."

"My home was a very serious place," Raven explained, trying to figure out how to describe Azarath without getting too complicated about it. "The people there were always studying and reading, so they did not wish to be distracted by any loud music."

But even that response wasn't going to fly with Jonothon.

"But not all music is loud," he pointed out. "And there's plenty that's serious. Even I can study with music on."

And he often did. Even when he wasn't nine.

Dammit, Jono, stop being difficult!

"They were very strict," Raven tried. "They thought any music would be distracting. I do not agree with them; I think they were wrong."

"They were soooo wrong," Jono agreed.

Trust him, Raven. He's nine and knows everything.

"I found a bunch of records this morning where I woke up, and I saw Dire Straits and Queen and a bunch of other stuff I don't know in there. And there were guitars!"

The guitars had him so excited. Even if about all he could play was Smoke on the Water. Or, rather, the opening riff. Over and over, ad nauseum. Since one of the guitars that he'd found was a Fender Stratocaster, it all worked out nicely, right?

"Whoever owns those records must have the same taste in music as you," Raven said, hiding her smile.

"But you should be very careful with the guitars. You do not wish to break them, do you? But you are old enough to know how to treat them, I am certain."

Yes, she was shameless with the flattery.

She was! But it was making him puff out his little chest even more. Oh, his little ego. Was it any wonder he was such a smug bastard just before his powers had robbed him of a normal life?

"Of course I am! It's not like I'm a little kid, you know." Oh, no. He was totally grown up and completely mature. "I know how to play a guitar."

See above Re: Smoke On The Water.

Edited 2011-04-17 03:33 (UTC)

"Good, then I am certain their owner can trust you with them," Raven said. "He is a dear friend of mine, and I do not think he would mind you playing them or listening to his music."

Traumatizing the kitty, on the other hand...maybe Raven would keep Joni in her room this weekend, assuming Ariel wasn't wee and inquisitive.

Joni was lucky to have a superhero like Raven there to swoop in to rescue her! She'd had about all the affection that she could handle for one weekend. And it was still Saturday morning.

"I'll take good care of them," Jonothon promised, nodding a little. Which led to his crown falling down over his face.

His head was a tiny bit small for it, yet.

[I flee for sleep now! Night!]

Raven laughed and reached out a hand to straighten the crown. "Where did you get that?" she teased, though she of course knew very well where it had come from. "Should I be referring to you as your highness?"

[And I must work tomorrow so I should sleep soon, too. Night! <3 ]

"It was by my bed," Jono replied, perhaps a touch defensively. "So it's okay that I wear it. I'm not going to break it, either."

He looked at her stubbornly for a moment, and then sat himself down on the floor and reached out to pet Joni. The proper way, and everything!

"And you don't have to call me that. But you can call me Jon, if you like..."

He liked being called Jon. It made him feel like a grownup.

"Jon, not Jono?" Raven said, tilting her head curiously. "If that is what you wish, I will certainly call you that."

She was loving this glimpse of Jono as a child, though she had to restrain herself from squishing him with hugs. He was accepting the strange lady who wanted to feed him well enough, but hugs might be pushing it.

"And the crown suits you," she added. "You deserve it."

"Jono's okay, too," he decided, because he was easygoing like that. "Sounds like Bono."

Which immediately made it awesome. But not as awesome as Jon. Big kids totally didn't go by Jono.

He adjusted his crown again, and broke into a big, silly grin. "Do you really think it suits me? I've never had one before."

"It makes you look" -- adorable was probably not the correct answer here, not for a little boy -- "very dashing," she said. "Brave and strong like King Arthur."

She wasn't going to mention that she'd met Arthur, at least a version of him. She had a feeling he would think she was crazy.

Why should he? Arthur was totally real! And time travel was... not so unheard of, really. He might think she was fibbing, though. Fibbing happened.

"Great-Granddad tells me that I'm very strong, too," he shared, getting bored with petting the kitty and settling for just sitting and carrying on an animated conversation with the weird girl. "He says I have enough power in me to level Her Magesty's royal fleet." Pause. "Whatever that's s'posed to mean."

Clearly, Jono thought that Jack Starsmore was getting a bit senile, these days.

"That is a lot of power," Raven said, biting back another frown. She almost wished there was a way to warn him of what was to come, but would that really change anything?

"What would you do with that kind of power, if you had it?" she asked, trying to cover up her unease.

"I don't know," Jono admitted, giving a thoughtful little frown of his own. "I never thought about it, I guess. Maybe I would just keep pretending I'm normal anyhow. Lots of superheroes do that, with secret identities and things, right? Only I wouldn't have to be a hero and I could ride in the motocross and play music and things instead."

All the best of luck with that, little guy.

Oh, Jono. You were going to make Raven's heart break, weren't you?

"What is motocross?" she had to ask. That was the second time he'd used the term, and she didn't have any idea what that was.

"Motorbikes," Jono explained, as if everyone should know these things. "I'm gonna get my own motorbike and I'll race it better than anybody can, ever, and everyone'll know me all across th'world."

Jono didn't dream small, here.

"That sounds dangerous," Raven said, because she was Raven. "Could you be hurt doing such a thing?"

Jono had never mentioned motorbikes to her that she could recall; she wondered now if he'd lost interest in such a thing growing up, or if he'd given up on that youthful dream after his powers had manifested.

"Real bad," Jono agreed, sounding entirely too chipper about that fact. "'Specially because it's all done on rough terrain, and there are scores of people riding th'track all at once. But that's why I'm gonna be th'best at it. So that I don't get hurt and break all my arms and legs and things."

... It made sense to Jono, who had given up a lot of dreams when his powers had manifested, really.

All of them.

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