fandomtownies | The Boards, Saturday

Jonothon was standing in his theatre, staring, perplexed, at the curtains. He'd been away for so long between his last visit to New York (and the time travel that had gone with it) and the time difference in Kaeleer that he'd actually managed to forget the number that Kenzi had done on them. He couldn't get the best look at the damage -- re-charging multiple drained power packs for his collar meant that most of his outlets were taken and the lights were somewhat dimmer than usual -- but he was fairly certain that trying to repair them was going to be a lost cause.

He supposed they would be useful if he was planning on doing a production someday that took place primarily in a cave, but they really had no place in the urban musical that he'd been thinking of putting on much later in the year, after the war in Glacia was, hopefully, over with.

He sighed and decided to leave them alone for the time being, settling, instead, for sitting down in the open doorway to the lobby with his acoustic guitar. If this was going to be his last free day before Karla's procession across Glacia, he was going to spend it getting his head on straight. Things were looking bleak, but too much of the helpless feeling that went with that was carryover from New York. Music would help. It generally did.

[Open Boards, flying, as usual, without OCD!]