fandomtownies | The Boards, Sunday Evening

Entry tags:

The Boards, Sunday Evening

It had been a long weekend. The sort of long weekend where, after Jonothon's broadcast yesterday, he'd packed himself up and made his way to Glacia, where time went a little faster, where the day in Fandom passed like two. Where he'd finally been given the chance to honour those of his troops that hadn't survived the escape from Yllestad.

He'd even returned to the island without complaint when the ceremony was through. His Healer had given him one look once it became apparent that the cold Glacian air was still too much for him to handle, and had instructed him to get out of the Darkness-damned cold and back to the last days of summer on the island before they were gone.

He'd been too tired to argue, and now he was sitting in his office at the Boards, a cat on his lap and something that at least nominally resembled a class syllabus finally sitting on the desk beside him. Pearl Jam was playing on the stereo beside him because he desperately needed something familiar and loud and angry, and he was flipping through scripts one last time before making his final decision about what show to put on this fall.

[OOC: A light is on, and the door outside is unlocked. Open Boards!]

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

So, like, she hadn't asked in class because... well, it wasn't class related, much, and Karina was totally standing on the doorstep.

Stalling.

Rolling her eyes at herself, since that was pathetic, she knocked, just to let them know she was there, then tried the door. It opened easily and she stepped inside, letting it fall shut behind her.

"Hello?" she called, just in case the door being open was some weird Fandom thing and not at all because someone was home.

Jono blinked up at the voice outside his office door, and then reached over to turn his music down.

"In here," he called, though his voice cracked and he was forced to cut the statement a little short. He took a deep breath, held it for a moment, scowled at his apparent inability to raise his voice, and then tried again. "Box office door, on your right, luv."

That one was a little quieter, but probably loud enough to carry out into the lobby, at least.

It was! Though even if it hadn't been, the music volume going down would've been a pretty good hint.

Unless the island was seriously trying to freak her out.

... don't do that, island.

"Hey," she said, leaning in the doorway. "You okay? You're awfully quiet compared to normal."

That was probably a bit casual for addressing a teacher, but she didn't think he'd mind.

"It's been a tiring past few weeks," Jonothon replied, offering her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Of course he didn't mind. He might be a teacher, but he was hardly a stickler for formality. "I can honestly say I've been better."

He'd been worse, too, but he didn't need to get into that.

And she didn't really want him to go into that, so it worked out, right?

"Hopefully you're getting better," she offered, meaning that much at least. "It'd be worse, right, if you weren't?"

He bowed his head a little, reaching down to scratch a purring Joni behind one ear.

"I suppose so," he agreed. "I've dragged my way back from worse, at any rate. And this isn't even the first time I've had to step away from a cause due to circumstances beyond my control, either."

This one had the added bonus of not ending with him in a coma.

The casualty count was about the same, though.

Oh.

Karina wasn't quite sure what to say to that. Her first thoughts were pretty sarcastic and while he was laid back, there was a difference in outright sassing a teacher rather than a fellow student.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be an example of not doing that," Karina said, smiling a bit instead. "Though I guess you could argue since it's not your class topic, you don't have to be an example for staying out of trouble."

He wasn't doing a very good job of it...

"War is war," Jonothon replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. "There's a difference between running into trouble, and standing up for a cause that you believe in. Some things are worth fighting for."

That much, he'd stand by.

"Can't imagine that's why you're here, though, is it?"

Like, say, her idol career? Karina even agreed with him on that!

"It's not," she admitted. "Though I can't say this is uninteresting either. I just came to see if I can use your stage some time to practice a dance routine?"

Karina's priorities were sort of kind of a little bit crazy. A smidgen.

"So long as nobody's on it, I don't see why not," Jono said with a shrug, actually kind of grateful to put down the topic. "We'll be doing another musical this fall, so there'll be a few nights a week that I'm going to need it. But any time other than that, you're more than welcome to. Will you need a key, or would you rather work out a particular evening and just use the stage then?"

Excuse you, her priorities were in tip-top shape!

"A key would probably be easier," she admitted, after giving it a bit of a thought. "I'm still bouncing back and forth between here and home a lot, so I wouldn't want to say I'll be here then not be."

A beat.

"Can I ask what musical or do I have to wait to find out?"

"A key it is, then," Jono replied, scooting his chair back a little and going through the desk drawer for one of his spare theatre keys. "And I haven't decided yet, honestly. I had it narrowed down to two, and then I remembered another possible one, and it's days like this, I swear..."

He shoved three scripts across the desk at her along with the key. One for ~~meta for~~ Fiddler on the Roof, one for ~~also meta~~ RENT, and one more for Jekyll and Hyde.

"They're all excellent in their own right. If I could do them all at once, I would make the attempt."

And that was one key being slid into a pocket with a thanks and a genuine smile, Jono! You just made her night.

Getting to look at scrips was even better.

"Ooooh," she said, picking up the first one and paging through it. "I'd say toss a coin but there's three of them. Maybe try names in a hat?" Karina suggested. "Unless you were feeling ambitious enough to try and do a medley musical."

Jekyll on a RENTed Roof?

... Seemed about normal, for Fandom.

"I think I'll just settle on one and stick with it," Jono decided. "There are just some things that were never meant to be combined, I think."

The difficulties of young people suffering poverty and AIDS, the persecution of Jewish people in Russia, and good old-fashioned Hulk-style monsters? Nooo.

"Your show," she said, setting the script down with another smile. "I'm just one of the actors."

What? Did you think she wouldn't show up again?

"Whichever script I choose, hm? Good to know." Jono gave Karina a wry smile. "I'll be certain to screen the building for gremlins before opening night, this time around."

Because if there was a repeat of Being Earnest, he'd cry.

"I've been trying to forget about that," she mock-complained, laughing. "Though it's too bad Karla won't be here."

Look, it had been fun!

Did Jono smell smoke? How about burning leather?

Well, fine. *Thwackthwackthwack*

"Hello?"

Bat knocking on your window and trying to avoid the last rays of the sun, here.

"It is a shame," Jono agreed, nodding a little. "With any luck I'll be able to get her to make time to come and see the production, though. It all depends on her situation back in Glacia."

He gave his head a shake.

"I don't know if I can handle any more giant chickens, though."

Why yes, it was pretty much mandatory that he tease about that.

"Er?"

At least the bat wasn't the strangest of things that had come visiting Jono since he'd first come across the island. He raised an eyebrow and reached over to open the window, rolling his chair aside a little to let the bat have plenty of room to come inside.

"You know, I do stay open past sunset if you call in advance," he noted, wryly.

"I was the best chicken that stage has ever seen," Karina said, since it was either blush or bluff and when it came to the stage blushing was right out. "... Not that I want to do an encore or anything either."

Just so the island didn't get any bright ideas.

"I guess, let her know I asked about her?" Karina said, shrugging slightly, trying to remember if she knew anything about Glacia and coming up with... nothing. "And that hopefully she's doing well?"

"My apologies," Drac flew in and fluttered a moment. "Is it too late to be calling? I am still getting used to operating on this type of schedule."

"She seemed to being doing fairly well when I saw her earlier today," Jono offered. "Er... relatively." In that she was still alive. "She is trying to end a war right now, after all. But I'll pass on th'message, luv. She'll be happy to know people on the island were wondering after her, I think."

"Not at all," Jonothon replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "Well, perhaps, if you ask any of the Healers I know. But I don't sleep much on a good day anyhow. Bit of an insomniac."

He settled a hand on Joni's back as the kitten perked up, ears alert as she eyed the big flappy mousey.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company tonight?"

The worst part was, she believed him when he said Karla was trying to end a war. Back home that would have been not a thing. Ever.

"That's about all I can do for her," she said, rather than scoff. "I'll hope she wins it and keep her in my thoughts."

But yeah, no way was she going to offer to help or anything. Blue Rose had no place in a war.

"That's how you got hurt, isn't it?"

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 1 of 3

The Boards, Sunday Evening

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject