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The Boards, Saturday

Jono had woken up this morning prepared for a scene of mass chaos. He'd been expecting to find that Cliff and Joni had managed to destroy the apartment in the dead of night, or that Joni had gotten into April's Habitrail or something. (Friends didn't let friends get eaten by their pet cat while they were mice, so Jono had gotten a little sealed-off habitat to put April into at night, to keep her from getting Joni'd to death while he slept.)

Instead, he'd been met with a cat curled up at his feet, a dog prancing about with a leash in his mouth, and a good friend, looking at him in mild annoyance from the wheel in the plastic habitat that he'd stuck her in.

All in all, today was a good day, and he was tapping his toes to music he hadn't listened to since his high school days, trying to puzzle out how he was going to balance out little things like running a theatre, being a teacher, and participating in two very different Civil Wars in two very different worlds over the summer. That was looming. Now, while he was feeling mellow, seemed like as good a time as any to try to sort things out.

He'd carry on.

[OOC: Shamelessly using this post as an excuse to mainline MCR today. Open, I'm actually around today, and, as always, OCD-free!]

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And in the meantime, there was always a mint moccachino to make it easier.

"Hey Boss."

"I smell mint," Jono noted, glancing up with a little smile. "Kenzi. Hello, luv."

"Mint and chocolate. It's like a liquid Girl Scout cookie." Kenzi handed it over and hopped up to perch on the stage. She cocked her head. "MCR?"

"Used to listen to them, ages ago," Jono confirmed with a nod as he accepted the coffee. "Heard they broke up yesterday, and now I'm reminding myself why I liked them, back when."

Answer? Because he'd been an emo punk.

... And also because it was catchy.

"The anthem of all good goth babies." Kenzi toasted it with her own mochacchino. "Thousands of fangirls are crying angsty tears over that. Alas. Woe... ~join the Black Parade...~"

Look, Kenzi was as susceptible to a good beat as the next drummer girl.

And Black Parade did have very catchy drums. Well done, Bob.

"Oh, likely. But they gave the world twelve years of music. Some of it was fairly inspirational, if you get over the vampire costumes and th'whole marching band of th'dead... thing."

Really, Jono was in no position to throw stones there, considering how he'd dressed back in high school, himself.

Since Kenzi was solidly in the camp of the Perky Goth, she could throw stones, even as she liked the music. But she wouldn't, 'cause hey, everyone had looks they regretted. (Hers had a teeny tiara.)

"To the next big thing. May it not be another freakin' Justin Bieber." Kenzi shuddered. "So what's the next big thing here at the theater?"

"There's a good question," Jono replied, lifting his own drink in a toast of his own. "I was hoping to do a musical or something, come autumn. Still haven't chosen one, which I really ought t'do if I want to secure th'rights by then. Trying to decide how mad I want to drive myself through th'summer. Another showcase would be simple enough to put on, but..."

Well.

Time.

"The last one was fun. And it really did help some of the newbies, I think." Hey, at least they were amply warned about what they were getting into, even if most of them didn't believe it. "Buuuut?"

"But," Jonothon sighed, "I've got a fairly full agenda, I'm afraid. Responsibilities in two different realities... I still haven't worked out if I'll even be teaching at th'school. Honestly, I'm not sure if I'll be about in th'fall for a production then, but putting it off for too long won't be doing th'Boards any favours."

"Where you going?" Kenzi sounded worried, feet knocking together as she took a sip of her drink. "You plan on coming back, though? Eventually?" Of course, Kenzi wouldn't be here then. WOE. Unless she got a plan.

More determined humming to Black Parade in order to try to forget that.

"Well, that is the hope," Jono replied, offering her a smile that was only slightly strained. "There's not much that'd keep me from coming back, luv. This place is as close to a home as I've got."

He idly stirred at his drink.

"I can't really make any promises, either. Glacia and my world's New York aren't exactly what anyone would consider 'safe.'"

"Glacia's that place Karla and Surreal are from, right? With all the magic?" Kenzi looked thoughtful. "I think if there's a safe New York, nobody from there is ever gonna wind up here."

"Karla is," Jono replied, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know that Surreal is. Part of the same reality, perhaps. Glacia's a small territory, though, and Surreal isn't exactly tripping over herself to show loyalty to Karla."

He shrugged.

"There's probably some safe New York, somewhere. Troy was living in one before he wound up on the island. No people running about with powers, at least. That's close enough."

Kenzi was confusing Kaeleer and Glacia; but hey. She confused parts of the U.S. with each other as well. Details. Ask her the capitals of the provinces of Canada!

"Yeah, got that impression of her. Heh. All that snark about 'aristos'." Cocking her head, Kenzi asked, "So, which one first?" And how come? Although that might be pushy to ask. Maybe he was just visiting? She could hope?

"Back and forth to each, most likely," Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Whichever I'm needed at most at th'time, as it goes. I already do enough running back and forth to New York. Training to be done and such."

Ah, that was good coffee. Jono needed to just fall silent for a minute to savour that flavour.

"Christ, that's good..."

"Bet they don't have coffee this good in Glacia," Kenzi sing-songed, almost-but-not-quite under her breath. She straightened, blinking. "Training what? Music?" What now?

Of course they had coffee that good in Glacia. Jono made Worthington supply it when they were on their last trip out, after all.

"Self-defense, you could say," Jono replied with a small shrug of his shoulders. "I've got a group of friends I spar with, fairly regularly."

Really, he'd have to do some sort of training to be as huge as he was, wouldn't he?

"Hmmmmmmm." Kenzi peered at him. "You'll make Karla patch you up if you get hurt? And you know, hide if everyone is bigger?"

Important self-preservation steps!

"Karla is th'one who patched me up last time I got hurt," Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Hiding isn't exactly an option in my line of work back there. But I'm not a terrible fan of unnecessary risks, either. I'll do what's necessary to stay safe, when I have th'luxury."

Kenzi grumbles. "Heroism. Bah! I say, bah!" She pointed at him. "You better be back here in autumn, buster, or, or... I'll send Bo looking for you! Yes!"

Somewhere, Bo was getting exasperated. And probably blaming Kenzi.

"If I'm not back, I'm dead," Jono replied simply. "Bo would spend a lot of time looking for nothing, if that were the case, luv."

... It was possible that the mortality rate of the people in groups Jono tended to spend his time with in his own world was desensitizing him, some, to the prospect of not coming home after any particular mission.

"I'm aiming to return, though. Not much a fan of that alternative."

Kenzi squawked, and kicked out at Jonothan, missing by a mile. "I'd still send somebody for you body! And to demand an explanation! Jeez!" She pouted, crossing her arms. "Better do that. Return. Thing."

Great, now she *felt* like an MCR song.

Did teenagers scare the living shit outta her?

"There's not much to explain, luv." Jono gave her foot a cursory glance, and then shook his head a little. "People do bad things, I stop them. But if it would make you feel better, I can check in whenever possible. Will you be around the island over the summer, yourself?"

"Maybe. If certain plans work out like I want." Kenzi rubbed her hands together, and gave an evil laugh. Then stopped herself to look innocent. "Yes, phone calls! And postcards. And stuff. So I know how you're doing."

"Lord, I'm shite at postcards," Jono chuckled, shaking his head. "And phone calls might have to be few and far between if I spend any length of time in Kaeleer. But whenever I get the opportunity, I'll check in."

A beat.

"Er... plans, luv?"

That wasn't foreboding at all.

"Noooothing. At all. Just, you know. Contingencies. For Graduation."

Like, there had to be a way for them to *not* graduate her. Had to be!

"But I might call you, then. Just for check-ins," Kenzi decided. "But don't answer if you're in the middle of beating the crap outta someone."

Or if he was in the middle of having the crap beaten out of him?

"Contingencies, hm?" He raised an eyebrow slightly, and smirked, just a bit. "You know, graduates are welcome to stay on the island during the summer, luv? You can be a teacher's aide, or even teach a workshop yourself. No reason for you to take off running back to Canada in a hurry."

Let's be optimistic! Maybe he got the drop on a guy?

"Yeah?" Kenzi's face brightened. "Oooo. That's... good. I did not know that!" Heh. Although it still meant leaving at the end of the summer... but still! More time! More planning!

Possibly less destruction, which was no doubt Jonothan's plan.

"My Aunt Ludmilla has a party planned. To coincide with Sima getting out of juvie. But I can always come back after that." Kenzi looked more cheerful now.

"Indeed," Jono replied, grinning. Small victories? "No reason your run back home needs to be permanent. At least, not at first. End of th'summer is a different matter, of course."

So much for saving the island from destruction.

"Hmmm." That look, the squirrels would give a star to, for Squirrely. "Well. No need to worry about that yet. At all. Nope."

"Meanwhile..." Kenzi finished her drink and sighed. "Anything need doing around here? And don't say de-glitter the scenery, that would be a travesty."

"De-glitter the scenery," Jono shook his head a little, a smirk still tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Might have to pressure-wash that in order to get it all off, luv. Bloody hell."

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