The Boards, Saturday, All Day

[furnaceface]

"Ugh."

It had been another productive several days back in Jonothon's reality. The New Warriors were starting to actually look almost competent, foiling enough crimes that they were actually starting to garner some notice by the media. Training sessions under Jubilee and Thrash were going... better. Jono had only almost accidentally blown everyone's eardrums out in the middle of a particularly nasty sim, and that had been something to think of as progress, in a way. And now they were eyeing one more potential candidate for the group, another former X-kid, by the name of Sofia.

It was weird, but Jono was almost starting to get the feeling that maybe they weren't just running in place, back there.

Coming home to the smell of livestock permeating the Boards far more thoroughly than it had been after the whole pony thing last weekend?

"Now, I know I didn't do that."

Jono's office shift in The Boards today was going to be spent putting out air fresheners, apparently.

[Oooopen, though I'll be out for a few hours this afternoon!]