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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 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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