The Boards, Saturday, All Day

[furnaceface]

So there was some sort of picnic going on in the park. Jono knew that sort of picnic well, and he also knew that he felt horribly out of place at those bloody things. Too much opportunity for people to stare. He felt far more at ease right here in the Boards, making posters.

Now that there was new blood on the island, maybe there would be some sort of opportunity to run one of those jam sessions after all. Next weekend? Saturday afternoon? Open to anybody with a voice and a song, though obviously they'd want people with instruments as well.

He'd be out of town during the week. Lee wanted him back in New York for a training exercise with the New Warriors, and then maybe they could put their new equipment to practical use foiling bank robberies or something of the sort. But next weekend Saturday?

He was spending the day making posters. Possibly using copious amounts of glitter. If there was one thing Jean Grey had taught him during their time as students here together, it was to never underestimate the power of glitter in advertising.

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[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"Glitter? Really?"

Oh, hey! Look who else was avoiding the picnic!

[furnaceface]

You avoid that picnic, Squall! You avoid it like the WIND.

"Glitter," Jono sighed. "Really. I'll be twinkling like one of those Dusk vampires for a bloody month, but I can't deny that it is terribly eye-catching."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

He would!

"Shouldn't you use lights, then? I hear that's traditional for theaters."

[furnaceface]

"Well, yes, if I want to put it up in the marquis for when people walk by," Jonothon replied with a little shrug, "but it isn't uncommon for people to advertise out beyond the front of the building as well, with posters up around town, mate. For plays, concerts, anything you want a crowd for. That' how you know people're going to see it."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall shrugged. "You could put lights on the posters, too, if you rigged them right. My original point was just that you don't seem like the sort of person who'd like glitter."

[furnaceface]

"I'm really not," Jono decided, finally, his lips twisting into a wry little smile as he looked over his handiwork. "The glitter is something that someone I knew before used to do. I don't know how she's doing now, but my own version of her back home is... well... gone."

He hadn't been particularly close to that Jean. But he'd had tremendous respect for her. And it seemed like more and more people that he'd respected before were disappearing. And not coming back.

"So I figured... might as well make posters the way I remember she did. If I did it my own way, I'd just be slapping marker on a piece of posterboard and calling it done."