Between A Parked Spaceship And A Woodworking Station On The MCA Roof | Thursday Evening

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It had occured to April this morning that she'd never actually been to the roof of her apartment building. Of course, "morning" for April on a day that she didn't have to work was, like, two o'clock, so it didn't really take her all that long before she actually made good on it.

By the time she made it up there, the sun was setting, and she had dinner in the sense that a pizza she'd bought on Sunday had been living in her fridge for the past half a week, so she figured she might as well bring what was left of it up to the roof (still in the pizza box, of course -- who bothered with plates?) and work on it there. The spaceship(s) and woodworking station meant there wasn't a lot of room, but if she hung out by the ledge and used that for a table, she was fine.

Huh. This was kinda nice.

[[open roof! this is because my paid trial runs out tomorrow morning and i felt wasteful. ALSO, because cataclysmicluck, that's why.]]

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"Nothing visible, anyway," April supplied, claiming a slice for herself. "But who knows."

[furnaceface]

"If we both die," Jono ventured, "at least it was delicious."

Well. It wasn't utterly horrifying. That was about the same thing, when you hadn't eaten for as long as him.

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"Eh," April said dismissively. "They make it better in Pawnee."

They weren't the fourth-most obese town in the country for nothing!

"So," she said, in between bites while wishing she'd brought up a beer or something, "you fly, huh."

[furnaceface]

"I fly," Jono agreed, shrugging as if it was really no big deal while somewhere deep down he was still marvelling over it. "I'm just full of surprises, luv."

He was kind of also wishing he'd brought a beer or two, honestly. Alas.

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"It looks less ridiculous now that we're not in the bar and you're not shitfaced," she informed him. Because this was a bit more impressive than hovering a few feet above the ground, yes. "Nice."

[furnaceface]

"Well, that's good to hear. I'd hate to think I look as ridiculous out here than I do when I'm three sheets to the wind and trying to remember how to land."

Which had been hilarious, okay?

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"Nope," April confirmed. "Good for you."

[furnaceface]

"I'll mark it in the calendar," Jono decided, finishing that slice of pizza and contemplating a second. "As... some sort of small victory for my self-esteem."

His self-esteem kind of needed it, sometimes.

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"Hell yeah." On anyone else, the monotone might have reduced the impact of the words, but you know what, it was April. This had to be expected at this point. "Blog it or something."

[furnaceface]

"I'd need a blog for that," Jono pointed out, shrugging. "Kitty was horrified the other week when she took it upon herself to walk me through using Google."

It had been surprisingly user-friendly!

... Though the basketball game thing had been somewhat distracting.

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........

"You don't know how to Google?"

[furnaceface]

"I do," Jono replied, smiling wryly. "Type what you want to look for, hit the button. I'd be ashamed of myself if I couldn't figure out a website that had all of two options to choose from."

It was the rest of the internet that gave him trouble, generally.

"I know my way around YouTube as well."

So he knew the essentials.

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"Good." April paused. "I should do a lesson on that in my class. Googling shit."

[furnaceface]

"What class are you teaching, if you don't mind my asking?"

Jono's curiosity, right there. See it? See how invested he was in finding out what sort of class would cover Google?

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"'How to Not Do Things.'"

Get it now, Jono? Get it?

[furnaceface]

Jono was... kind of getting it. A little, maybe?

"Because if you're busy on the internet, you might not have to... do other things?"

Look, he was trying, here.

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April sighed. "If you have a job, someone might ask you to do something pointless," she explained tonelessly. "If you Google it, you'll probably find someone else who's done it already."

[furnaceface]

"I suppose that would depend on the job," Jono mused, "but yes, I suppose so."

He couldn't think of any job in particular where Google would have saved him, but then, maybe he just hadn't been doing it right from the start.

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April shrugged. "Google solves everything."

[furnaceface]

Jonothon tilted his head a little, contemplating the pizza. And contemplating the little town sprawled out below them.

"Can Google get us some beer?"

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"Probably. If you Googled places around here that deliver."

April, you lived right downstairs.

"...Or we could go inside."

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"Which is less effort?"

Jono had to check, here. He wasn't really in a mood for effort, today.

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April shrugged. "It's waiting versus stairs."

Downstairs, though. That had to mean something.

[furnaceface]

Jono considered this for a moment more, and then shrugged right back.

"Might as well make it stairs, then. By the time we find some place that delivers to rooftops, the pizza will be gone, anyhow."

And that would be the saddest thing of all.

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April shot a little finger-gun in his direction. "Smart."

After closing the pizza box in the absolute most careless possible way, she headed for the stairs. "My place is a lot grosser than yours," she warned.