The Boards, Thursday

[furnaceface]

Lord, it had been far too long since Jono had been in here in any official capacity. Trying to plan for failed weddings didn't count. Neither did weird weekends where he wasn't entirely himself. He'd stopped by to do paperwork now and again while Dracula was doing all the heavy lifting, but now Dracula had been back home for some time, and here was the Boards, just... standing. Being a building. And Jono knew damn well that his reasons for leaving the place behind were understandable, back in the day. That you don't just lose a face and the ability to sing under a spotlight twice in your life and take that sort of thing lightly. But it had been years. Maybe it was time to give it another go.

Today, he wasn't in to try to salvage whatever was left after the last party that wasn't a wedding. He was here trying to salvage... lord, even he didn't know for sure. But he'd spent some time in his office, had done some cleaning, had relegated a few of his old overcoats to the costume room since they were never going to fit him again, and then took a chair and a stack of scripts outside and started flipping through them, deciding that if he was going to be here again, he might as well enjoy some of the sun today, too.

... When did they even get the script for the new Barry Plodder play? Jono set that one aside and shook his head. The royalties on that one would be obscene. What was in public domain that was good?

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Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter had gone out onto the technicolor world yesterday, taken one look, and shapeshifted his eyes to see about half the color that was there. After that, it wasn't so bad. He kept his guard up, but the inhabitants were friendly and nothing seemed terribly dangerous.

So, he'd bought some flowers. Since he seemed to somehow own a flower shop now.

The plant he put in the window, and the cut flowers he set in a bucket between perfectly normal greenery, which toned them down enough they didn't actually look too bad. If someone wanted to mix them in a bouquet or something, they might actually look cheerful instead of overwhelming.

He probably should figure out flower arranging or something, shouldn't he? He imagined there was more to it than just sticking things in a vase and hoping they'd fit. And it would give him something to do when he couldn't cope with the memories anymore.

He took all the books and papers and magazines he'd scrounged up from this place, and started paging through them.

Somebody should probably tell him about the internet.


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Demon Marcus, Thursday

[boneyard_girl]

Look, it wasn't that there was too much color out there right now. Ada loved color. Color was almost as important to her life as sparkles. It was that it clashed. Horribly. And that was a goddamned sin.

She was in the store early since class had been cancelled, and had dutifully changing out the window display. To shades of black, white, and gray. Some blessed, blessed eye-relief for those who couldn't take all the unicorn-rainbow-dewdrop-neon of their current location.

Demon Marcus was open, and Ada was trying on all the sunglasses to see which ones made her look like a fashion model, instead of just someone with a color-hangover.

Post office, Thursday

[intotheout]

Tip was tempted to go out and explore the new planet -- it seemed kind of delightful, really, and the radio made it sound like it had some friendly local wildlife -- but the last time she'd gotten involved with anything that brightly colored, she'd wound up an orange. Besides, if she adopted any more aliens, her mother might disown her.

So instead, she was at work. Attempting to explain to a customer why his package was delayed.

"It looks like there was some sort of portal mix-up," she said. "It happens. I don't think the portals are quite an exact science yet? It should be here tomorrow, though."

Which got her a forty-five minute rant about package delays and specimens and something about tadpoles and a "monthly frog subscription". At the end of which Tip looked at him, total deadpan, and asked if he had all his proper interdimensional live amphibian transport customs forms in order.

She had no idea if such a thing even existed, but it was worth it to see the interesting colors he turned before storming out.

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