log backdated: Clarice & Jono

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Backdated to....Sept? Oct? something ridiculous. but it is here.



Glittering Jono was not Clarice's only goal in life, getting him to wear color was another, at least where he was concerend. But she was willing to put glittering or coloring Jono on hold until he was better, or at least, less mummified. But, according to Angelo, that wasn't likely to happen. So incentive time. "Jono!" she called, banging on the door to his room, "Open up!"

It might've been slightly eerie to hear a disembodied voice in one's head if this hadn't been Xavier's, and since it was that was well within the normal parametres. "Why?" Jono called back. "The trainwreck site is closed today."

"Because I said so! And because you know I'll come in anyways!" Clarice yelled through the door. It being Xavier's teleporting through locked doors wasn't too uncommon either.

A second later the door opened and Jono stood in the doorway, swathed in black and gesturing her in. The room behind him was bare of the earlier decorations, and he seemed to have been in the middle of installing the familiar blue christmas lights onto the wall. "Make yourself at home."

"Love what you're doing to the place, dahling," she said melodramatically, sitting indian style on his bed, back against the wall.

"Such as stripping off the tinsel and glitter?" He went back to to the blue lights, lifting up the limp end to continue attaching it on the wall. "How've you been?"

"It was black glitter!" Clarice defended knowing it was a lost cause. Jono, like everyone else at Xavier's, just did not appreciate glitter the way they should, "But I was referring to the Christmas lights. I like them, shiney. I've got my drivers license. Beware! Bwahahaha!"

"Same old," Jono said flipping the end of the lights in his hand, then gave Clarice a look, with raised eyebrows. "Your driving licence? Brilliant. When're you taking me for a ride?"

It couldn't've been a better setup if Clarice had planned it. "When I take you shopping to get clothes that aren't black for once."

It was nice, for a while, to pretend that was all what was wrong with him: his wardrobe. "What's wrong with black?" Jono sounded genuinely curious. "It's good for all occassions."

"Nuh-uh," Clarice shook her head, "Not for a rave. Tell you what, you stop doing your Return of the Mummy impression and I'll get you something not black or shiney. And I won't glitter you," she didn't say forever, but if he didn't get better she'd never be able to glitter him again and that was something she didn't want to think about.

The lights had less of his attention than Clarice now, and he decided to just give up on them until he had the time for them again. "There's no point in arguing, is there?" he asked, almost rhetorically, and really he didn't want to argue. He probably owed this and everything else to the people around him.

"Ugh, who are you?" Clarice groaned laying on his bed, feet on the wall, "I thought you were Snarky-Sparky the walking flashlight and the Fucking King of Darkness. You make Ozzy look like a wannabe. So why're you just giving up?"

"Snarky-Sparky?" Jono looked properly disgusted by that and picked up a shirt from the floor to throw at Clarice in the lack of a better projectile. "I'm not giving up. I'm being less contradictory for a change. Don't worry, it won't last long if you keep calling me that."

"Snarky-Sparky, Snarky-Sparky, Snarky-Sparky," Clarice sang, horribly off-key. Singing was not even one of her more remote talents. "Damnit! Stop being so...nice! "

Jono threw his arms up in an I give up -gesture. "I don't need new clothes. Especially for a rave. I'm a fucking strobe light on my own, and you can just piss off and drive into a tree."

"Good boy!" Clarice smiled happily, "You get a Scooby snack! And new clothes! But because I like you, no rave. I just can't see you tripping on E anyways."

With a long-suffering look, Jono flopped on the bed next to her, leaning awkwardly against the wall. "Aren't new clothes a bit useless? I'm just going to end up ruining them too." He did have a sort of a patched look about him.

"We all ruin clothes," Clarice told him as if she were talking to a small child. A small, slow child. "but when we do that, we get new ones. Or the old ones will disintegrate and we'll be naked," even as she said the words she realized she'd said the wrong thing.

"And some of us just disintegrate along with the clothes," Jono replied, maybe a little too poisonously. He stared quietly at the opposite wall for some time, then obviously decided to change the subject. "Not that I'd survive your driving anyway."

"Ha! I am a good driver, just so you know," Clarice gratefully accepted the subject change. "Haven't broken the sound barrier or Paul's sanity yet."

"Then what the hell have you been doing during those classes?" Jono smoothed his shirt over his chest, glancing at her with narrowed eyes. "Those are meant to be broken."

She sighed a sigh of resigned suffering, "He won't let me out of the neighborhoods. Or listen to music. Or anything!! So I drive extra slowly, just for him."

"Will he be there when you take me for a ride?" Jono asked, knowing full well he was inciting her bad habits. "I like to listen to music while on the road. I also like it if the car goes faster than a three-legged sloth."

"Of course not. Can't play Nine Inch Nails with Paul around," she shook her head laughing, he was planning for the future. Good. "Don't tell, but he listens to classical," she wrinkled her nose comically.

"Better than N'Sync, isn't it?" Jono sounded vaguely amused. He had nothing against classical music as such, some of it was very impressive. "All right, now I've promised to let you drive me around and maybe buy some new clothes. What else do you want?"

"That's it," she replied seriously, if he kept his promises then he'd get better, she was sure of it. He had to.