The Street in Front of the Boards, Thursday Evening

[furnaceface]

It had been a more or less quiet trip back to the island from Glacia, today. Jono had to deal with a bit of an uncomfortable Portalocity stopover in a world where everything seemed to be made out of chocolate, and now he smelled strongly of it, but at least he hadn't done anything terribly awkward like take a bite out of one of the locals, or attempt to sit on a park bench.

... Either he would've melted through it, or just crushed the bloody thing. Either way, that would have ended poorly.

Once he'd gotten back to the Boards, he'd taken care of the essentials. Plugged in his power packs, spent an hour or two in his office checking mail and making certain the bills were paid. He even took some time to flip through a few scripts he had on standby for... well... whenever the hell he was going to have time to put on another show, here. It wasn't exactly easy to guess if or when he'd ever see the end of the war in Glacia, after all.

With all of that out of the way, he'd decided to take some time for himself to do something he hadn't had an opportunity to do in months. The lights inside the building were off while he charged his equipment, but out on the sidewalk, just in front of the building, there was plenty of light for him to play his guitar by while he made himself comfortable leaning back against the wall.

It was good to be home again, even if it was only going to be for a few days.

[Open sidewalk, naturally!]

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[somaybeimatroll.livejournal.com]

And so there was a girl taking pictures of him with her phone. Because that was perfectly normal to do when you say a famous person, okay.

So sorry, Jono.

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And Jono... was going to try to ignore it for at least a photo or two more. Because so help him, he was used to paparazzi and the like from the time he spent running around with Sugar Kane back in London, but around here...?

"Er. Can I help you?"

[somaybeimatroll.livejournal.com]

"An autograph would be awesome," Nonny suggested. Since, duh. Jono.

[furnaceface]

Did Jonothon look appropriately baffled by that one? Because, really, he hadn't even been asked for one of those back in his days of tabloid fame.

"... And what would you have me sign, exactly?"

For the record, he thought this girl was insane. Was she one of Miley's fans? If she was here because of him in that ridiculous make-up, singing a duet with Hannah Montana on youtube, so help him...

[somaybeimatroll.livejournal.com]

"You could totally sign my chest," Nonny suggested. Because look at her being all mature. Take that, Kara. "I'm a huge fan."

[furnaceface]

Well, that had Jono doing a bit of a double-take, there.

"You are?" A beat. "Your what? Luv, there is no bloody way you're old enough to bare your chest at me so that I can take a pen to it."

[somaybeimatroll.livejournal.com]

"I'm eighteen." Total lie there. "C'mon, it's just going on my blog."

[fandomfanboy.livejournal.com]

"Hi, I have a question," Patrick said, walking right up to Jono. "Well, two questions. One. Could I take a picture of you and me together?"

[furnaceface]

Um.

Jono was starting to get the distinct impression that not all was exactly normal on the island of Fandom, today.

"I... don't see why not?" He gave the boy a confused sort of once-over at that. "Do I dare ask what the second question is, mate?"

[fandomfanboy.livejournal.com]

"Hold on," Patrick said. He walked over to Jono, held his iPad out, and took a picture of the two of them. Patrick was giving a thumbs up.

"And now to make that my profile picture...." Yes, he was going to do that right now. He told you to hold on, Jono! Just do it!

[furnaceface]

"Er... right, then..."

See, Jono could be patient. See how patient Jono could be? He was staring at Patrick like he was a madman, but at least he was doing so patiently.

"Profile picture for what, exactly?"

[fandomfanboy.livejournal.com]

"Facebook," Patrick said. "And done. Okay, second question. Is it pronounced 'John-Oh' or 'Joan-Oh'? I'm in an endless flame war about it, and the girl I'm arguing with just refuses to admit that I'm right. And even when you tell me I'm right, she's going to say I'm wrong, even though I got you to enunciate it clearly for the purposes of proving her wrong."

[furnaceface]

"Er... It's 'John-oh.' It's short for 'Jonothon.'" He shrugged a little, still looking perhaps a touch bewildered. "You just knock the 'thon' part off the end, and there it is. Simple."

Jono had been, until that very moment, unaware that this was even a thing worth debating.

[glytterkyss.livejournal.com]

Kelsi joined the parade of strange people with a confused squint in Jono's direction.

"Oh, wow, I totally thought they wrote you out," she said. "Your makeup looks amazing. Are you back for real or is this, like, a guest appearance?"

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"It's a guest appearance," Jono replied, finally starting to catch on to whatever Fandom strangeness was apparently hitting this group of total strangers. New students, he figured. He hadn't been around much this semester yet, after all. "I'll be around more regularly after the Glacian civil war arc is through, of course. It's in my contract."

... Was that a spoiler?

Did Jono care? It wasn't like anyone had made him sign some sort of non-disclosure agreement.

"Unless they kill me off or something, I suppose."

[glytterkyss.livejournal.com]

"Good, but they better not kill you off," Kelsi said, some indignation in her tone. "Not after everything they put you through. And after you totally turned into a war hero."

She'd been okay with Jono being written off, but dead was a different thing.

[furnaceface]

Using the word 'hero' like that, referring to Jonothon himself, actually made him a little uneasy. He certainly wouldn't have used it.

But then, he had a few self-esteem issues going on, there.

"Well, I'll be doing everything in my power to see to it that I'm not killed off, at least. I'm actually rather fond of being around, these days."

[glytterkyss.livejournal.com]

Kelsi nodded. "I didn't see all the episodes where you were a student?" she explained. "But you completely rock as a teacher. You should get them to write you back in front of a classroom."

[furnaceface]

Jono gave a wry smile at that. He wasn't sure quite what was going on, anymore, but that... that struck him as a sort of high praise. He'd take it.

"I miss it up there," he admitted. "I'm not sure I'm the best thing for some of these students, but I give it my all, all the same. I'm sure if I get the opportunity, I'll teach again someday."

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Look! Someone normal, relatively speaking at least, decided to stop by.

Music was still new enough to Allie that she decided to pause in her nightly wanderings and listen for a bit.

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A semi-familiar face who wasn't playing paparazzi or asking for an autograph? Jono could appreciate that. He offered Allie a little smile and a nod of his head in greeting while his fingers played over the guitar strings.

It had been a while since he'd played. He was coaxing music out of it now with the same sort of tenderness that someone might make love to someone long thought lost.

"Good evening for it, hm?"

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

"It is," Allie nodded. "I wish the DJ would play more music like this instead of some of the really loud, obnoxious stuff he picks sometimes."

[furnaceface]

"I've read about the plight of the Devil's Nest employees on the radio before," Jono mused, smirking faintly. "That's probably part of the reason I've never spent much time in that bar, I think. Bad music and I... Well, if I worked there, I don't know that the DJ would like me much."

What with all of the beatings there would be.

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

"I've been tempted to flash fangs at him occasionally," she admitted. "But considering he works for Eric, I don't think I'm all that intimidating in comparison."

[furnaceface]

Jono gave a knowing little nod. He didn't find Eric as intimidating as he might have back in his high school days, when he was beanpole thin and missing a good chunk of his upper body, but he could see how a DJ might.

"I think any man with a healthy appreciation for living would probably be at least slightly intimidated by a set of fangs," he offered, giving his shoulder a shrug. "I can't imagine you're any less capable of giving him an unpleasant evening with yours as Eric is."