Fear

So this is Christmas!

No, really. Christmas day at the Sheppard-Liddell house. The tree is tinseled, and despite the fact that they are in California, there is snow on the ground. The magic of spray-snow-in-a-can and giving your teenage son twenty bucks. Though, Jonathan is almost certain that if they'd asked, Sam would've made it snow for real.

He certainly wasn't going to be the one to ask.

It was a good holiday, he thought. Lots of presents for the children. The adults. A nice dinner. All in all, a fine day.

Jonathan hasn't ventured out of his basement lab/den/what have you since John unexpectedly arrived a few days ago. Too much to process there. How had John even found them? Questions that would be answerable, obviously, if he'd bothered going upstairs...

Well. He'll do that now, shan't he?

We've seen this scene before. Someone is being looked for. It's probably Elizabeth. That's usually the case. Today, other than berating people on the nexus, Jonathan has spent most of the day with the children.

Most of the day.

Jonathan is currently searching for Elizabeth. It's a ship, so you wouldn't think that'd be a difficult task. INCORRECT. Negative.

Whar be she?

Some people are entirely too nosy about my reasons for being nosy.

Horseshit.

This is complete and utter horseshit.

I know this, of course. Rationally, I realise this is not a path to take. Logically.

I don't suppose that it matters, offhand.

"I'll tell you what to do," said he. "Build a big bonfire and burn the Scarecrow up, and that will be the end of him."

I am professor marvel

I am ozma of oz

I am the scarecrow

my head does no thinking no screaming no moving my arms
my mind is a blank and there is no despair there is only new life
everything is fine
everything will be fine

it needed doing

I am professor marvel, and I am ozma of oz, I am the scarecrow and I can see the wall.

What happens is not on me.

We're such a good and happy family.

Arkham is mine.

Such a happy, happy family.

Oughtn't we to go meet the strangers, so we can show them the way to the Emerald City? I'm sure that little girl will feel shy in this beautiful land, and I know if 'twas me I'd like somebody to give me a welcome.

Jane has been looking for the entirely wrong things in a new home. Make a greater effort to show her what is needed. Use whatever is neccesary to make her understand this.

I am begining to feel that this may not have been the best plan I've had as of late. No turning back now, though.

What is the quasi-psychotic owner of this lovely ship doing today? Well, today he is sitting on deck in a deck-chair and reading a report written in red pen ink. Perhaps he is looking for their new home.

Maybe he just likes reading things written in red pen.

You never know!

At any rate, he has a thermos of coffee.