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The Boards, Saturday, All Day

It had occurred to Jonothon after a few hours of sitting around today, staring at paperwork and just altogether not wanting to touch any of it with a ten-foot pole, that he was starting to rot, here. As it turned out, Troy had taken off again, most likely to New York though Jonothon hadn't really bothered to ask, which meant that the Boards as a whole had been eerily quiet, save for Joni's mewling and the occasional chirping of the frogs in the lobby and the crickets that Jono kept on hand in order to keep them fed.

Clearly he had to do something, and for the first time in a while the something that he had in mind was something that he figured he could handle.

AUDITIONS!
Fandom Island Summer Showcase!

Have a song, an amusing anecdote?
Will you be around to greet the new arrivals at the end of June?
Remember how much you wished somebody had made an informational presentation for you when you were new?
Come audition for our showcase and help traumatize a new wave of residents to the island!

Auditions will be held Wednesday, June 13 and Saturday, June 16
Rehearsals will be Wednesdays and Saturdays
Performance on Sunday, July 1st

All are welcome!

Jono eyed the poster for a minute, satisfied that he was finally doing something productive with his time on the island, and then dusted his hands off and went back inside to stare at the paperwork again. No matter how much he willed it to, it simply refused to do itself.

[OOC: Open Boards! Stop in to visit, ask what the showcase is all about, make use of the recording studio, or do the funky chicken on the stage for no good reason. It's allll good. I was going to note that I'll be out for a while this morning, but who am I kidding? In this timezone, I'll be home before most of you are out of bed.]

[OOC2: And yes, I realize this leaves time for grand-total of four rehearsals. How much time could memorizing a song or a poem or a story possibly take?

[OOC3: Idek.]

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Rinoa had noticed the sign during an afternoon walk, and was excited by the prospect of another showcase. The last one had been exciting! And so she'd gone back to the dorms to dig through her sheet music looking for something special.

No, she hadn't read any of the details of the sign. It said "showcase." She was going to come back and try out.

Today. Because that was when she read the sign. Jono was here, so why not?

It was early evening when she returned. And she was just assuming he was here. She'd find out soon enough.

"Okay, I'll be in your showcase thing," she announced, sweeping into the Boards as if she owned the place. Or was considering putting money down to buy it. Rent? Rent-to-own? "Do I have to play something? You know I can play. I was in the last one."

Efficiency at its finest, Rinoa.

Jono was in a fairly good mood himself, after an hour or so earlier that day was spent playing 'the floor is LAAAAVA' with Jan back at the gym. So when Rinoa swanned into the Boards and announced that she was going to audition, several days early and clearly without having read the majority of the sign, all he could really do was smile.

"I do know you can play," he allowed, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling. "I am curious if you've been keeping it up since the last show you were involved in, though. And if you have anything in mind for this showcase in particular?"

Sure, he'd let her do an early audition. Because it was nice to see someone so gung-ho about his first solo stint as director.

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Someone who was less of a princess might actually look embarrassed and stall or something. Jono didn't expect Rinoa to do that, did he?

"Some," she said. "Not as much as I'd like. I've been busy. This will give me incentive to practice more. As for what song, I have a few ideas, but I'm open to requests."

What she lacked in honesty, she made up for in confidence.

"What's the general theme we're going for?"

Might as well admit she didn't know that much. It wasn't like she was acting like she cared about not knowing, so that all worked out. If you were insane.

Luckily, she was.

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Oh, Rinoa. So gung-ho about just being involved. Which, at least, was refreshing after he'd had to more or less blackmail her into the first showcase, and all.

"We're doing a showcase on Fandom itself," he replied, giving his shoulders a shrug. "If you can't think of a song that's topical, you could always just play the first song Fandom ever made you sing on one of those musical days, or make something up. Ode To The Teal Dear, or somesuch..."

He didn't know either, Rinoa. He mostly just pulled the showcase theme idea out of his arse this morning.

There weren't many songs about gremlins that Rinoa knew. And she wasn't much of a composer, either.

"Oh!" Her eyes lit up suddenly. "When I first got here? There were little flowers in my room. They asked about my love life and sang romantic songs and they were adorable. Just for a day. But I could play a medley of what songs they sang. It was so cute."

"That would definitely work," Jono agreed with a little grin. "Topical and summery. Perfect for the showcase."

He nodded toward the piano, now a permanent fixture here in the Boards and it was all Rinoa's fault.

"Wow me, Sunshine."

Rinoa beamed and took a seat at the piano, flipping through her sheet music.

"Here," she said. "I have one of them. I'd have to find the others and staple them together, but that wouldn't be hard. Let's see."

And with that, she started in on Eternal Flame -- the flowers had only managed a few lines before she had cut them off, but they hadn't sang the whole song for any of the songs. It was going to be a medley, anyway.

Halfway through the song she stopped. "Do you feel that?"

"Feel... the music?" Jono blinked at her. He generally did have a good feel for the music, yes, that was what being a musician was all about. But it seemed a little odd that she'd stop mid-audition just too ask him if he was following her with it, thus far.

"Or...?"

"Something's ... itchy," Rinoa said, taking her hands off the keys with some reluctance. Now that she was back to playing the piano, it was hard to wean herself from it ... but the air suddenly tasted funny. "Like when you have to cough but you can't?"

She tried to force herself to cough, to see if that would take the tickle out of her throat, but it didn't help. Instead of a cough, all that came out was a high-pitched tweet.

Um.

That was about all that Jono could really say about that.

"Um?"

See?

"Would you like... a glass of water or something?"

Look, Jean Grey had turned into a bird on him once, years and years back. That had been awkward a few days later when she'd turned back in his bedroom. HE HAD NOT AUTHORIZED THIS ANIMAL TRANSFORMATION, RINOA, DON'T YOU DARE.

Forbidding Rinoa was certainly going to stop her from doing it. That generally worked with her. Just ask her father!

"Yes," she answered. "I think I --" She screwed her face up in concentration, but all that came out was another tweet.

Oh, hey, speaking of birds! Wasn't that an adorable one sitting on his piano?

It really was. So tiny! So unthreatening! So completely going to be a pain in Jono's ass!

"... Damn you, Rinoa."

Because it was clearly all her fault. All hers. Entirely. Every last bit.

"You'll be happy to know that you've got the part, provided you turn back before July," he intoned, sighing as he made his way over to offer her a hand off the piano. "You'll be less pleased to know that I'm rescinding that statement if you take a shite on the piano. C'mere."

Rinoa the finch -- Finchnoa? -- hopped from the piano onto one of his outstretched hands, chirping out an extended trill as if she thought that Jono now spoke finch. Maybe it was a list of complaints about her size. Maybe it was a huffy insistence that she would never relieve herself on a piano. Maybe it was finch for "gosh, it's chilly in here."

How should she know? She was a finch. She was not the brains of this operation, Jono.

Jonothon sighed, because now he had a finch on his hand, which was still not really solving anything. And he supposed he could probably... dig out a birdcage or something from the props to put her in, in case Joni wandered down the stairs or something, but he was fairly certain that it was in bad form to put former classmates into cages.

"I suppose I ought to call Squall and get him to collect you," he decided, pulling out his phone with his free hand and dialling with his thumb.

The message that he left... left something to be desired, but at least it was to the point?

Not long afterward, Squall showed up.

"What do you mean, a 'finch'?"

Apparently, hellos were for other people.

"A finch," Jono replied, holding his hand, complete with tiny, chirping white bird, up for Squall to inspect. "A small, social, seed-eating bird, often kept as a pet. Somewhat musically-inclined. Apparently highly bloody hyperactive. Easily eaten by enterprising cats such as Joni, and so obviously far better off in your care, mate."

Because Jono was responsible! See?

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Squall sighed and facepalmed. "Sometimes this island sucks." A lot.

He lifted a hand to pet the bird, and Finchnoa instead hopped onto his finger, chirping merrily.

"What happened? How many other people have transformed?"

"Only her," Jono sighed, shaking his head as he dusted his hands off on the waist of his coat. Birds. Sigh. "She was playing the piano, had it into her head to audition for the summer showcase I started advertising today. And then she started talking about how she had an almost-cough or something, and next thing I knew? Chirping."

Never mind that auditions for the showcase technically weren't actually until Wednesday. That didn't matter all that much, in the grand scheme of things.

"This is probably just one of those 'whims of Fandom' random winners of the animal transformation lottery moments, for what it's worth."

Squall frowned, and brought Rinoa up to eye level so he could peer at her. "Wonderful. So, there's no way to tell how long she'll be like this, or when she'll transform back. This sucks."

He coughed a little, and looked around worriedly. "...Are you sure it's just a random transformation? It could be something in the air."

"In the air? I haven't noticed anyth--" Jono's eyes widened in realization. "Oh, don't you bloody well dare."

Because Squall totally had control over this sort of thing! Sure!

Squall coughed again. "You don't feel that?" he asked. Last year, that wouldn't have been surprising. Now, though, Jono had a mouth and breathed like everyone else -- so the fact that he wasn't coughing was strange. "It tastes funny, too..."

He lifted a hand to cover his mouth for another cough, but the sound that came out was more of a... meow.

He winced and shrugged apologetically at Jono, as Rinoa fluttered off his hand and circled the room. When she came back to land again, Squall was no longer there. Instead, there was a very grumpy-looking wildcat.

"... Yes, like somebody's going to have a nasty case of fish-breath whenever he turns back," Jono sighed, shaking his head. "Right, then. No calling anybody else to the Boards today to rescue you two."

Because he already had Joni, and the frog tank, and now Rinoa-the-Finch and Squall-the-wildcat. He wasn't looking to start a menagerie in here, thank you very much.

"If you eat your girlfriend, you're getting the water bottle, mate."

The Squildcat glared at Jono angrily -- of course he'd never do anything like that -- and then started licking his own shoulder nonchalantly.

This sucked.

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