fandomtownies | The Boards, Saturday, All Day

Once again, it was a 'thank god I'm too much of a packrat to throw away anything' day for Jono, with him sitting in the office at the Boards, wearing clothing from his high school days. An old band t-shirt was hiding the fact that he didn't own a bra, and so he was keeping himself -ahem- in with some tightly-wound leather wrappings that he'd found in his old black leather jacket pocket.

And there were not words for how much he had missed wearing his leather trousers. He hadn't expected them to fit, considering the fact that he had decidedly more hip today than usual, but occasionally, rarely, Fandom allowed him a small kindness and extended the weirdness to things that he'd find useful, too.

Shunting anything on his desk that might vaguely resemble paperwork to the side, he reached for a script and started sketching out floor plans of the stage. He was going to have a set to design soon enough, and he might as well get a start on that now.

[OOC: Open! If I'm going to be working on a Saturday, you had better believe I'm going to be pinging, dammit.]