fh_trips | Kellerman's Resort, Saturday Evening, October 17th

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Kellerman's Resort, Saturday Evening, October 17th

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"Sounds like home, then," Ben said with a grin. "Well, not that we grow heads, but evil clones aren't completely out of the realm of possibility."

//I can't say I've met any of those, yet,// Jono mused, //but yer get one hell of a variety when yer version of Earth comes with people with powers that manifest when they hit puberty.//

Or several years after the fact, when least expected. Stupid powers.

Ben smiled. "Oh, my dad's still picking up new tricks and he's been a Jedi for forty years."

Jono's expression went a little wry.

//Most of us just get th'one trick. A bloke I know back at my last school has six extra feet of prehensile grey skin.//

"That's...not that handy," Ben said diplomatically.

//Sometimes, what manifests isn't,// Jono agreed. //I don't think Angelo thinks too highly of what he got stuck with, either. But now and again, it has its uses. And there are worse things to be stuck with.//

He was pretty sure.

"Like painting the future or something?" Ben said, pulling an idea out of thin air.

//Angelo sometimes uses his power for wrappin' around the arms and legs of an opponent wot's tryin' to kill him,// Jono replied, shrugging. //I'm certain he'll come up with better, mind yer.//

... Though now Jonothon was kind of amused by the notion of seeing Angelo trying to paint furniture using his skin.

//There are people who are less lucky. Other physical mutations, the like of which doesn't let 'em walk around in public without bein' spat on. Or worse. If yer don't get good at hidin' what yer are, then yer better get good at just hidin'.//

Ben nodded. "In the time of the Empire, if you didn't look human, you were treated as less," he said. "If you were lucky, you got ignored. If not, enslaved. At worst, exterminated."

//Sounds like some things are universal, then.// His guitar strings were making 'plink plink' sounds again, as Jono idly picked at them. //People.//

"It's hard not to thump them all in the head," Ben agreed.

//It'd be bloody satisfying to do, wouldn't it?//

And now Jono was thinking happy thoughts, again! Happy thoughts of thumping people upside the head.

"Assuming they've done something wrong, which I'm supposed to be sure of first," Ben said a little regretfully.

//Oh, everybody's done some wrong at some point, I'm sure,// Jono replied, albeit jokingly, as he waved a dismissive hand in the air.

Ben laughed. "I think that's my grandfather's view of things."

//The world would be full of a lot of very boring people if everyone did nothin' but th'right thing all of the time,// Jono pointed out. //And everybody from police officers to most musicians would be out of jobs.//

"That is an excellent point," Ben said. "So really, we should stir up mischief as a gift to others."

//Naturally! For the sake of the economy!//

Oh, boys.

This is a really terrible idea, yes.

"We should come up with something when we get back," Ben decided.

//Well, it's certainly the proper season for it,// Jono mused. //The end of the month is Hallow'een, after all.//

Ben blinked. "I missed that part last year, I guess. Explain it to me?"

//I want to tell yer that it's a religious holiday,// Jono noted, //though with the way it's come to be treated, it exists more for the sake of companies that sell sweets, I suppose.//

He plinked out a few more random notes on his guitar before continuing. Mood music, perhaps! The sort of tune that seemed to sound the best if one took a moment to snap one's fingers twice, every four notes or so.

//Once upon a time, people believed that on that day, the border between our world and the afterlife blurred enough to let the souls of the dead cross over. Somewhere along the way, that turned into an excuse to pull the guts out of pumpkins, put on ridiculous costumes, go door-to-door demanding people give yer candy to keep yer from throwin' eggs and toilet paper at their garage and windows, and, of course, to trick people.//

"There must have been a lot of time in between," Ben replied, eyes wide. "So the tricks were because you could blame it on ghosts?"

//As far as I can figure it,// Jono said, nodding in agreement. //And I think the costumes were so that the ghosts would leave yer alone, thinkin' that yer were one of them. If yer pick apart most of it, there's probably a tradition for each bit. Th'candy might have come from offerings left out for wayward spirits, to occupy them and keep them out of yer home until they went back to where they belonged.//

Edited 2009-10-18 22:23 (UTC)

"A holiday based on fear and extortion," Ben mused. "I like it."

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