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fandomtownies2013-06-15 09:33 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomtownies2013-06-15 09:33 am
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The Boards, Saturday Morning
Someday, Jono was going to come downstairs and decide that he was too bloody old for Fandom being... Fandom. Someday. And granted, he told himself that bloody near every morning he woke up around here, but this time he meant it.
... He meant that someday, he'd decide that? Er.
He was going to blame that pear-shaped train of thought on the fact that he couldn't have coffee anymore, and there was nobody around who could string up a psionic link in order to share. Years of living back and forth between Fandom and Kaeleer had spoiled him, and now he was tripping through the building, thankful for the glow his flames gave off while looking around for the reason the lights in the Boards were so bloody dim this morning.
He hadn't been expecting to see the power packs for his collar out and charging, all things considered. He hadn't used the thing in ages, and for obvious reasons, but the sight of them coupled with the fact that he hadn't woken up with a cat on his feet were at least a decent clue that the island was messing with him somehow. He gave his head a shake, swapped the charging power packs out for a few new ones in case he was the odd factor here as opposed to the charging collar components, and then sat himself down in the lobby and pulled out his acoustic guitar, which was looking a good twenty years of wear and use younger than he remembered it. Fandom.
No Stratocaster today. Not with the amount of power he was re-routing to those power packs he couldn't even use. But there was definitely music.
[Open Boards!]
... He meant that someday, he'd decide that? Er.
He was going to blame that pear-shaped train of thought on the fact that he couldn't have coffee anymore, and there was nobody around who could string up a psionic link in order to share. Years of living back and forth between Fandom and Kaeleer had spoiled him, and now he was tripping through the building, thankful for the glow his flames gave off while looking around for the reason the lights in the Boards were so bloody dim this morning.
He hadn't been expecting to see the power packs for his collar out and charging, all things considered. He hadn't used the thing in ages, and for obvious reasons, but the sight of them coupled with the fact that he hadn't woken up with a cat on his feet were at least a decent clue that the island was messing with him somehow. He gave his head a shake, swapped the charging power packs out for a few new ones in case he was the odd factor here as opposed to the charging collar components, and then sat himself down in the lobby and pulled out his acoustic guitar, which was looking a good twenty years of wear and use younger than he remembered it. Fandom.
No Stratocaster today. Not with the amount of power he was re-routing to those power packs he couldn't even use. But there was definitely music.
[Open Boards!]