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Jono had been... less than pleased this morning to wake up with breasts.

This displeasure was mitigated slightly by the fact that it meant that he fit into almost all of his old clothing again. And, while he looked maybe slightly ridiculous sporting black leather with grey skin and an old, slightly scorched Pearl Jam t-shirt from his high school days, at least he had enough experience wrapping himself up to be confident that the old leather bandages that he was wearing under his shirt today were going to keep him from... flopping around unnecessarily.

Now, if only all of his problems were solved so easily. Today he was alternating between going over notes from the auditions for Petey Sci-Fi, and thumping the back of his head against the filing cabinet when obvious casting choices beyond roles for the three men who had shown up didn't just leap up off the page at him.

Clearly, he needed to take better notes.

[Open, and flying without OCD. I swear, casting choices will be made as soon as I manage to catch my partner in crime online again.]

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It had been a while since Tara said hi to Jono, and today seemed like a totally reasonable day to do it on. She paused when she saw the grey ... woman banging his head into things in the office.

The aura felt like Jono, but, well ... there were breasts.

"Um. Hi. So ... are you Jono, or are you his s-secret sister?"

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That question was met with a wrinkled nose and a sigh, Tara. You just made Jono sigh.

... Which would really be nothing new if it hadn't been for the years spent without lungs, granted.

"If I wasn't an only child, I think I'd probably have lost my mind ages ago," he grumbled, lifting a hand to rub at his temple. The headache was most likely a result of the minor brain trauma he seemed to be bent on causing, but still. "It's me, luv, yes."

Yeah, hearing Jono sigh was a somewhat novel experience.

"I figured," Tara nodded. "So ... hi. Can I ask -- is the headbangy about the girl thing, or .... something else?"

She knew Raven had decided to take some time away from the island, which was another reason she was checking in.

"I could start listing off the reasons, Tara, but it might very well keep you here all day."

So, yes. There was that, too. Jono scowled down at his desk for a moment before shaking his head and looking back up at her.

"Ever get that feeling that the rest of the world knows something that you don't? Like... a joke or something? And so you start spending most of your time waiting for the punchline?"

Wow. That was a surprisingly heavy question.

But then, hers had been too.

"Kind of?" Tara said. "Or, like ... everybody else was handled this manual on, just, how to be and I didn't get it, so I'm always ... looking for the how-to."

"Or you did get the manual, but it's out of date and most of the broken parts aren't being manufactured anymore..."

That was starting to get a little too specific for comfort, and so Jonothon shook it off and shrugged.

"Sooner or later, the machine starts to wear down. But sometimes these things sort themselves out. Don't they?"

"I guess. Maybe? No?"

Tara bit a thumbnail and tried to come up with something more definitive.

"I don't really know what we're talking about, but usually everything is more or less okay sooner or later."

"Usually," Jono agreed, nodding a little. He knew he was being vague, and that it would probably get frustrating sooner rather than later. He was... he was working on that. "I'm just... worrying, I suppose. About things I can't do a thing about, so there's not really much of a point to it in the first place. And here I haven't even asked how you're doing. How are you doing, Tara?"

There were manners hiding in there somewhere, see?

"Nothing huge," Tara said, though she still seemed a bit concerned by the vagueness. "I'm ... kind of working on magic a lot? With Loki, if you know him. And that's .... not some people's favorite thing. But we haven't really done much of anything yet."

And that was... that was a moment's silence, accompanied by a slow blink, there.

"Loki? As in the god?"

He was not judging. See him not judge, Tara? Because this was Fandom, and it could totally be a different Loki?

Except for how it wasn't?

"Yeah..." Tara said softly. "Bobby already lectured me. But, I like him."

It would be pretty rich, she thought, if the guy who used to date Death worried about a weetiny trickster god.

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See, it would be, if it wasn't for the fact that the people who had labelled Loki as a trickster tended to have a very different sort of definition for the word. And for the fact that, while Death was fair, Loki was, generally, in it just for Loki.

"... That... is your prerogative, I suppose," Jono noted after another brief pause. "I can't imagine he'd be here if he meant to do anybody any real harm. But... be careful? I've seen the sort of fresh hell that he can dig up when he has a mind to. I worry."

He did! About a lot of things. Loki was going to be added to that list, now, too.

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"I get that," Tara said. "I ... really think he's trying something new. And that friends -- help with second chances. But, seriously, if he does the first thing that worries me I'll tell a lot of people."

Jonothon was quiet again. And then he nodded a little. Really, Tara had gone and said the magic words, right there. 'Second chances.'

They kind of hit close to home.

"I hope that this second chance of his is good for him, then," he settled on. "Lord knows he wouldn't be the first wicked person to turn over a new leaf, if it is. Especially not around here."

Tara shook her head. "No. Probably not even the only one of the new students, just the only one a lot of people already knew."

She pushed her hair back. "That would be weird. Coming in and having people feel like they knew you already."

"It is," Jono confirmed, with a wry smile. "You can ask any mutant around, and they'll tell you as much. Probably most Skywalkers, too."

There were probably other people around that could fit under that list. Jono hadn't met any of them, though.

"It's just... worse, I suppose, if they not only feel that they know you, but they're judging you for something that... perhaps you haven't even done yet. He's young enough to be a student? Really?"

"There's some ... reincarnation thing?" Tara said, and bit her lip. "I didn't exactly follow it. But he died and came back. So he looks young but I don't think his mind .... is."

Luckily, immaturity lasted forever.

Especially with gods, who tended to grow up more slowly in the first place, presumably.

"Hopefully, looking young helps some, at least." A beat. "You know, if someone had told me even a week ago that I'd be sitting here giving Loki the benefit of the doubt, I'd have laughed at them. But I'm going to trust your better judgment, luv. Until I'm given some reason not to."

It helped that, having the face that he had, he constantly found himself backpedalling to clarify that he wasn't who most people thought he was, himself.

Tara quirked a smile. "Thanks," she said. "And people totally have the right to remind me they told me so if I get burned."

"After stepping in to play hero and pull you out of whatever danger you're in without a moment's hesitation, I'd wager," Jono agreed. "We'll be sure to never let you live it down."

No, he'd drop it. Probably the moment she was safe and Loki was dealt with. Because rubbing it in really wasn't his style.

"I really hope it doesn't go down that way," Tara said. "I know everyone gets a turn at it, but I ... kind of like not being the damsel in distress."

She shrugged. "Totally different topic, but how's the new play going?"

She hadn't auditioned. She'd faint from mortification onstage if she did.

The change of topic really didn't seem to do a hell of a lot for Jono's mood. He grimaced a bit, trying to look like maybe it wasn't a frustrating subject, but then gave up, frowned, and shrugged.

"It's been one delay after another," he admitted, finally. "We only got two men in to the audition to start, until we held another trying to attract more and got a third. And then Troy went to New York for some trip or other, and now I'm trying to puzzle out who to cast for what. We're... fairly behind schedule, as it stands."

Which was problematic, yes.

Tara scrunched up her face in distaste. "I know you'll pull it together, but ... wow," she summarized. "Sorry it's turning into a mess. M-maybe there has to be some chaos to make art?"

"I suppose it really wouldn't be art if it went and followed some sort of set-in-stone system," Jono sighed. "Still, I much prefer my chaos to be a bit on the organized side, if I can at all help it. I suppose I can cross-cast a few roles. We're going to need to, really. But then the question is... which? So much of this show hinges on the shock factor of men in lacy underthings, and two of the three men who auditioned... probably don't belong in lacy underthings."

He was trying to be fair, here. He didn't think he'd look good in a corset and fishnets, either.

Tara probably would, but that was for a very select audience only. And she wasn't a boy.

"You could make the engaged couple both girls," she suggested. "It'd feel ... fresh. Modern. And, uh, maybe not do the lacy underthings, thing."

"As it stands," Jono said with a wry sort of twist to his lips, "everybody but Freddie, Petey, and the Criminologist are likely to be women. And most of them are going to be students so we'll have to tone down the costuming, somehow."

A beat.

"They did a production in London some time ago with Anthony Head as the lead. Obviously he's not a female, but his wardrobe was a little more contemporary. A leather jacket to go with the corset, that sort of thing. That could be a... start, anyhow."

"That would look great," Tara said encouragingly. "Besides, you don't really want anything too pervy if students are playing most of other girl parts. It'd be weird."

"We were hoping for a slightly larger adult turnout," Jono admitted, shrugging dismissively. "But we can work with this. I know most people around here still remember me as someone they went to school with, when they manage to recognize me at all, so it's not so much that I'm so much older that's really the issue. But we had two teachers show up to audition, and I'd really rather not put anyone into anything too revealing when we've got a mixed cast that way."

Not to mention the audience, granted. But most of the people who came to these performances seemed to be students, as well.

Adults on this island, as a whole, seemed to just be generally disinterested in culture, damn it.

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