The Boards, Saturday, All Day

[furnaceface]

Well, that had been a... an eventful handwavey week back in his own reality. Jono had been through some training sessions with the other New Warriors (and had nearly deafened the poor bastards, but at least now he knew better), had helped foil a few petty crimes, and had shamelessly defaced a few Registration Act posters with a Sharpie marker over the course of the week. He was actually more proud of the Big Brother Is Watching You that he'd scrawled across one such poster than he was of the progress he'd made with his sonic equipment. Not that he suspected many people back there would even care about the significance of the Orwellian reference, but it felt good to him, so to hell with it.

He had been intending to put up posters for a jam session this weekend, but had been out all week and hadn't had the opportunity to prep for something like that. Next week, definitely. Still, that didn't stop him from making a detour to throw a sign up outside all the same.

Open House!
Have an interest in the performing arts? Come in and look around our recently renovated facility! Recording booth, stage, rehearsal space & meeting rooms for rent!

Now gauging interest in possible workshops, jam sessions, one-act festivals, concerts, and improv nights! Come on in and let us know what kind of culture you'd like us to bring to Fandom Island!

... Okay, so the sign was a little verbose, but at least it was better than nothing at all. And Jono was going to pull out his guitar, stand on the stage, and show off the building's acoustics with some 90s grunge just in case anybody did happen to stop in. And even if they didn't.

[Open, and... OCD free, because that's how these Boards roll.]

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[icecoldfrost]

Look, sometimes, Emma got bored, even living with such a lively housemate as Ronan, and she had to go bother other people.

"...you know, darling," she offered as she leaned against the inside of the door, "--I'm not quite sure one can bring culture to Fandom."

[furnaceface]

Jono's strings made a short screech sound as he stopped his hand from moving over them halfway through a chord change, and he ground his teeth for a second with a wince.

"If I can't bring it to Fandom, I'll settle for people bringing it to me," he intoned after a moment's pause to recover, setting down his guitar and reaching to shut off his amp shortly after. "Emma, luv. What brings you to the island?"

Somebody had been spending more time off than on, lately, and maybe hadn't heard her name in the broadcasts yet. Shame, Jono. Shame.

[icecoldfrost]

"Bring me? I've been here," Emma replied, amused. "For a few weeks, even."

"Isn't it traditional to go home for the summer during college? And since I'm rather sure Frost House has orders not to let me on the grounds..." Emma gave an eloquent shrug. "As much as I love Hank, living with Great Science in a confined space for three months is bound to drive me crazy."

[furnaceface]

And suddenly, Jono felt somewhat ridiculous. She'd been here, and he hadn't even realized? Shame, indeed.

"You've been? And this is your first time stopping in to visit? Emma, I'm hurt."

No, not really.

[icecoldfrost]

"Lies and slander," Emma retorted cheerfully. "What, don't say you actually missed me, darling, I might faint."

"I arrived the day after graduation, and have been busy working at Dite's, since Karla was kind - or silly - enough to offer my old job back."

[furnaceface]

"And she's off in Kaeleer with her beau," he mused. "Though I can't imagine she offered you the job just so that there would be someone to cover for her while she's away."

Briefly, he contemplated asking Emma to ask Karla what they had decided to name that great bloody cock. Very briefly, and then he talked himself out of it with a shake of his head. Wasn't like he had much use for the gift certificate these days.

"Either way, I won't tell you I missed you, though I must admit I've a certain fondness for your company. We'll have to go drinking sometime. Make some terrible life choices. Get kicked out of a pub or three..."

[icecoldfrost]

"....Jonothon, you do realize that most of my life consists of terrible choices, and I rather enjoy the way it turned out so far?" Please, enable her.

"--Wait, they named the cock?" HI, JONO. IT'S EMMA, YOU MISSED HER SO.

[furnaceface]

HE WOULD DENY IT VEHEMENTLY.

ISH.

No, probably not.

"They haven't named the cock, or at least they haven't that I'm aware of. There had been a contest, you know? Now I couldn't care less what name they settle on for it, except that it's been long enough for me that it feels bloody near like ancient history and the curiosity on its own might just be the end of me."

It had been years for Jonothon. Years.

[icecoldfrost]

"I can find out!" Emma, don't be quite so gleeful about that. "And if she hasn't, that means I get to pick!"

[furnaceface]

"If you pick mine, I'll let you keep the prize," Jono offered. Because clearly Emma would have so much use for a gift certificate to a place she worked at. "But again, mostly... I just want to know."

Curiosity killed the Cham-- Decibel.

The blue guy.

[icecoldfrost]

Well now.

Emma folded her arms and raised one eyebrow at him, to let him know she'd heard that little bit.

"I don't need a credit at my place of employment," she said instead. "I'm not that much of a hedonist that I can't stay within my own budget, despite what some people might think or say."

[furnaceface]

At least Jono looked properly chagrined at that eyebrow raise. It didn't take a telepath to figure out what part she'd overheard, after all.

"Never thought you were, luv. I just haven't really had much use for that sort of thing much myself, lately. Wouldn't want it to go to waste."

[icecoldfrost]

Look, if Jono wanted to put on spandex and run around saving the world, that was his problem. Emma just thought it utterly stupid.

"Waste? What, don't tell me you've decided to become a monk, Jono," Emma teased, pulling herself up on to the stage and taking a seat, feet dangling over the edge. "A chaste life wouldn't suit you."

[furnaceface]

Hey, now. There was no spandex involved. Tight leather, at least a little. Mostly Jonothon's uniform was baggy, actually serving to make him look more solidly built than he already was.

... And there was plaid and a flowy scarf. He hadn't designed his own uniform, shut up.

"No, not hardly," he snorted at the 'chaste life' comment, trying to think of himself living anything of the sort and looking somewhat weirded out by the concept. "But I haven't exactly been clamouring for it, either. I've just been busy, is all."

Which was Jono-ese for 'distracted, and depressed, self-conscious, and feeling too-damn-old for that girl I'm taking a break from because I can't handle a girlfriend right now.'

Which was normal-person-ese for 'still messed up.'