The Boards, Wednesday, After Radio

[furnaceface]

After the broadcast and only slightly smelling of rum, thank you, Jono made his way back to the Boards. If the squirrels were to be believed, they wouldn't have to worry about the cost of costuming for their upcoming show, which would save them literally thousands.

Naturally, this meant that he was going to sit back in the office chair, put his feet up on the table, and try to adjust the budget for the show accordingly.

With the Petey Sci-Fi soundtrack playing on the speakers as performed by Richard O'Brien, because he was just in that kind of mood.

Mmm, Super Heroes.

[Open post is open, if anyone wants to stop by about yesterday's posters. Youtube link up there is stunningly worksafe. And awesome.]

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[oncourtandstage.livejournal.com]

About mid-morning, Troy wandered downstairs and into the Boards proper, looking for Jono. "Hey," he greeted, leaning into the office. "Nice broadcast this morning."

[furnaceface]

"What, you liked that shameless plug I put in, did you?" Jono turned a grin toward Troy, and then shrugged. "It was the least I can do, mate. Since advertising space in the program costs us all of absolutely nothing, really, besides printing costs. And a few seconds on the radio is free if the squirrels are dragging me there in the first place."

It had seemed like the thing to do at the time.

And besides, he just kind of liked being able to speak on the air.

[oncourtandstage.livejournal.com]

Troy nodded, laughing a bit. "Hey, all the advertising we can get, right? I was thinking, actually -- maybe, since we're saving so much on costumes, we can try to set a little aside for Billy -- and Kenzi, if you're planning to rehire her?"

Really, the minions should get something.

[furnaceface]

"Billy came back, did he? Good to hear, he did a good job at the showcase." Helping Jono wrestle Hank off the stage. "And I was actually hoping to see Kenzi soon so that I could offer her the set construction job again. Maybe throw her at props, too. A little monetary compensation for their work certainly wouldn't be missed by me."

Jono tilted his head, and then pencilled a little note in the margins. Payment for Billy and potentially Kenzi.

"I wonder if Kenzi does make-up. Unless we can get our actors to do their own, we'll need somebody to paint them up, after all."

[oncourtandstage.livejournal.com]

"I could do a workshop for them," Troy suggested. "During a rehearsal. And, I mean, I'm sure some of the people we cast will have experience, so they could help out, too."

He stepped into the room and sat down in the other chair, pulling out his Petey Sci-Fi notebook. "Anyway, Karla left some catalogs, so we can go through those, see if there's anything specific we want. I mean -- I figure we'll make do with what's in the store as much as we can? Since she said we could just have that. But it'll give us an idea of what they carry, too, right?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi bounced in some time after noon, and paused in the doorway. "You need a drummer!"

No! You have not cast someone else to be a drummer yet, Jono! No! You haven't!

[furnaceface]

"I need a drummer," Jono agreed, blinking up at Kenzi. "Are you a drummer? Do you know any drummers? I was going to ask you to come back to help with sets again, since you did such an excellent job for the last show, but if you have your heart set on drums..."

Jono could be flexible and make his own damn sets if need be.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Do I drum!?" Kenzi picked up a pencil and pen that were lying around and did a riff on the desk, across a wall, over to kick the garbage can. Then she grinned. "I wanna help with sets anyway. It's fun."

[furnaceface]

"Hired, and hired," Jono decided, with a grin, impressed enough by the impromptu performance. "Do you know Petey Sci-Fi already, luv?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Oooooo! Garnet! Lad! Dr. Rott! Petey! Ugh!" She grinned. "We used to go to the midnight showings. I was usually Fuschia," Kenzi admitted. "But I'd rather drum than try out for a speaking part. Unless you don't have enough people."

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

At some point in the afternoon, Jon made his way to the Boards and found Jono.

"It's a lot quieter in here without a bunch of tiny people."

[furnaceface]

"Ridiculously so," Jono replied with a little grin and a nod. "Afternoon, Jon. The fish let you out for the day on good behaviour?"

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

"I threw food at them and ran away when they were distracted," he joked.

"So, I've seen these posters around, and there was something on the radio, about you looking for technical people for a show?"

[furnaceface]

"Troy went and re-hired our last stage manager," Jono noted, thoughtfully. "And Kenzi came back to do sets, though putting flats and platforms together is definitely more than a one-person job. Was there anything in particular you had in mind, mate?"

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

"Anything that doesn't involve me dressing in a bustier and high heels." He grinned as he said it, even though he was really serious. "Or singing. The crowd wouldn't stick around if I sang."

"Honestly, I just need to get out of the shop more and thought it might be fun to help out."

[trigons_child]

After her class, Raven headed to town, specifically the Boards. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold outside, and she had two steaming cups of hot chocolate in her hands from a brief stop at the Perk.

"Hello, Jono," she said cheerfully as she came into the office, one of the cups held out in offering.

[furnaceface]

"Afternoon, Sunshine," Jono replied, smiling as he accepted the hot chocolate that she offered. "How're you doing today?"

Chocolate! She was apparently in a mindset to floor him, if nothing else.

[trigons_child]

Raven pushed back her hood, wrinkling her nose. "I had class today with Professor Madrox. He wished us to dance as we introduced ourselves."

She wasn't deliberately trying to kill Jono with hot cocoa, but the barista at the Perk had told her it was a special seasonal flavor.

[furnaceface]

At least he'd die a happy man? Lord, red velvet.

"That... would be Madrox for you, I suppose. How did that go?"

[trigons_child]

"He tried to get your phone number from me when I said I only danced with you," Raven said, warming her hands around her own cup of hot chocolate. "But I would not give it to him for I did not want him to bother you. I do not understand what this class is supposed to be about."

If harassing Anakin was again a goal, Raven would give Jamie a stern talking to.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

One tech minded fellow had seen the posters and had decided to try and branch out his experiences a little. No, not into acting. No way Freddie would do that.

Instead, he had come into the Boards to try and see if they needed a technical guy.

"Hello?" he said, having knocked on the door.

[furnaceface]

"In here," Jono called, even as he was peering out of the office. "Can I help you with anything, mate?"

Polite kid, anyhow. That was good.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"Well, I saw your posters," Freddie said. "And while auditions aren't until the eighth, I wanted to try and sign up to be part of the tech crew. So I thought maybe you might need those before the auditions."

He was nothing if not thoroughly polite.

[furnaceface]

"It can't hurt to have somebody in place for that, at least," Jono granted, nodding thoughtfully and offering Freddie his hand. "I'm Jonothon, musical director here. And you are...?"

He had a couple of ideas in mind for the boy, at least. He's just have to do the basic interview, since he'd never really met the kid before.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"Freddie Benson," he introduced, shaking Jono's hand. "Technical producer for one of the most popular webshows on the internet."

Pause.

"Not that there's really any webshows not on the internet."