Jono & Monet, on the porch

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Jono meets Monet before she leaves, and the both of them pick up a signal from a very angry psychic toddler.




'Your Granddad says he'll be there at some point today to pick you up. He says he's a bit busy, so he wants you to be ready to go with your things packed." Monet sighed and dropped her suitcases on the porch with a thump, wondering when he'd arrive.

Jono passed through the foyer, noticing Monet pacing on the porch. "Going somewhere?" he asked as he wandered out onto the porch, hands jammed in his pockets.

Monet nodded. "I'm off home for the summer. Granddad's coming to pick me up...sometime. You?"

Jono shook his head, then pushed a lock of brown hair away from his forehead. "Stickin' around. Dealing with the crazy as it comes, y'know. Besides, some of us got to work for a living." He couldn't smile, not that one would be noticeable under the bandages, but Jono's mental tone was light enough to convey his amusement.

"Yes, well, I know people who've done that and I have absolutely no desire to try it, ever." Monet smiled at him.

"Well, must be nice to have the option and..." Jono stopped suddenly, glancing around. "D'you hear that?"

#DAD! DADDADDADDADDADDAD!#

Monet clapped her hands to her head as the scream tore through her mind. "Uh." Her eyes rolled back and she zoned out.

"Bloody fuckin' hell!" Jono exclaimed, dropping to a knee. A loop of bandages slipped from his face, and a gout of orange-red psionic energy erupted briefly as he clasped his head. As soon as it had started, the psychic roar was gone, and Jono was left kneeling on the porch. He looked up at Monet, who stood stock-still in one of her zone-outs. "Bloody hell," he repeated. From experience, he knew she'd be back to normal in a few moments. But for now, he was going to go see about the sudden headache.