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The Boards, Friday Evening ... Jekyll & Hyde?

Friday the thirteenth, indeed. Tonight was supposed to be the night of the show, but Jono was facing more than a slight moral dilemma with this one. If it had been only waffles falling from the ceiling and gremlins running amok in the costumes, that would have been one thing. Hell, if his biggest problem tonight was that the costumes were still wrong after a trip to the cleaner's to complain, then he'd cope with that.

... Jekyll could probably get away with wearing the Scrooge outfit. He figured he'd divvy up the costumes for the three spirits and Marley however worked best, and there were plenty of outfits for the extras, if he really had to push it.

But no, of course there had to be people outside killing his actors and audience in the streets. Of course. Jonothon sighed, and then sent a mass-text to his cast and crew:

If you can't get to the Boards without getting hurt, DON'T TRY. I am not actually a firm believer in that 'The show must go on' adage.

And the rest... He'd play by ear. Somehow. Maybe he'd just keep the doors open for people who needed a safe place to hide from the killers outside, and if any of his performers did show up, he could get them to just do a musical revue and select scenes or something.

Bloody Friday the thirteenth.

[Open with a very moddable Boards! No psychos allowed. Well. Unless they're locals.]

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For those who do manage to show up tonight. Have fun figuring out your costumes, because the stuff from A Christmas Carol probably isn't made to fit, either, and Jono is beyond caring.

There might be a chicken suit or something in the back that'll fit better.

Attendance tonight is free, so long as you're not a murderous psychopath or a member of Hyperion. Come in out of the crazy, take some hot tea or coffee. Sit down. Rest. Avoid going back out there until you can round up a proper posse to get you where you're going safely.

Please.

Whatever it might be. Whoever shows up. Jono has no bloody clue what's going on anymore, and he's thrown his script in the trash, because why bother?

If there were no performers tonight, he'd get up himself and treat whoever might be in the seats with a long rant. Or possibly a guitar solo. One of those.

Presumably this is where you congratulate the cast and crew for a job well done.

In this case, you can feel free to swap weapons and trade contingency plans for getting home alive or whatever other madness you might want to participate in.

Hell, Jono has spare beds in the props room. He's willing to put everyone in the building up until daylight.

Ahahahahaha I can't reschedule this again SO THIS IS WHAT YOU GET. Feel free to go nuts in this post, guys. If your character is in the show and can't show up, ping in here to let us know. If they're in the show and CAN show up, feel free to ping in to brainstorm what you want to do on stage.

Hell, if they're not in the show and they want to get onto the stage anyhow, that's fine, too. Or if you all want to usurp the whole show to turn it into a psycho-hunting expedition or something. Mod the Boards. Raid the props room. Feel free to have your characters stay the night or duck in off the street halfway through the show or any manner of things.

The Boards (with the exception of Jono's apartment unless you get his permission) are yours to do with as you please. Just don't burn the building down. Jono's stuff is upstairs.

Jono was out here, pacing and checking his phone to see if anyone had replied to his text, staying around the front door to make certain anyone who was trying to get in could do so safely. Or, if the people trying to get in were doing so with murderous intent, he was there on hand to beat them off with sticks.

Large, blue, glowing, hard-light sticks.

Karina swept into the Boards, looking flawless and untouched, and bringing with her a gust of cold air. It was probably because it was cold outside. As she entered, she pushed her sunglasses up onto her forehead and tugged her hair out of the utilitarian pony tail she'd thrust it into that morning.

"I wouldn't have come," she informed anyone who might be listening, while combing her fingers through her hair, "but I was in town anyway."

You had your lead, Jono!

THANK WHATEVER DEITY WAS OUT THERE.

"I appreciate that," Jono replied, walking over to her with two advil in one hand, and a glass of water in the other. He was getting a stress headache, here. "It means... we've got someone out there, if anybody shows up. I was half-prepared to pull out my guitar and just sing angrily at anybody who wound up in the seats."

He would've done it, too.

"If we have an audience at all, I'll be surprised."

She eyed his advil and water but said nothing. Hey, headaches were probably common.

God knew she'd been getting them this week.

"I'm almost sorry I showed up then, if that was your fall back plan." Shut up, it was funny. "People had better not show up though. It's nasty out there."

"All too nasty," Jono agreed, before popping the pills into his mouth and washing them down. "Ugh. Weeks like this, I wonder why in the world I'm still here."

Or, more accurately, why he still wanted to be here.

"I hope most of you got my message. I'm going to keep the doors open all the same... I don't want people stuck out there hoping to get in while there are people being murdered in the streets, whether they come back or not."

He was developing a twitch, here.

"I can check if you want," Karina offered. "I mean, it's not like the show's going to happen on time or exactly as planned. If people need help getting here, if they're really wanting to get here, I can do that."

Despite totally being a normal human being who was also conspicuously unarmed.

... Maybe he wouldn't notice?

... No. No she was definitely getting a side-eye, at that.

"No, that's... quite alright, Karina. I was going to offer to fly them here if it came down to that. But I'd really rather it not come to that at all. And I'm especially not sending you back out to play escort."

She was going to totally ignore that side-eye, yep.

"Sure," she said easily, shrugging. "It's just, I'll be going back out there anyway after this either happens or not."

"Well, yes, but I wouldn't be letting anybody head out alone. At least let me walk you back to the dorms."

Key word, dorms. Hear that word? That's the important one, Karina.

"If you weren't plannng to come... what were you doing out and about in town with all of that mess going on, anyhow? Just in the neighbourhood, taking a leisurely stroll on the island's east end?"

With the psychos? Karina, your casual attitude toward this was ringing alarm bells in Jono's brain, here.

She was only acting casual, Jono.

"I'm not going back to the dorms when there's people out there who need help," she argued, crossing her arms over her chest. "And I don't need an escort. If you've got time for that, go help someone who needs it because the mayor is a sad sack of crap that hasn't even tried implementing evacuation procedures and we've got Skywalker making empty threats on the radio and not actually doing anything that I've noticed. The dorms seem to be safe this time around--we should be moving everyone into them, but no, of course that's not happening. That'd apparently make too much more sense."

She glared at Jono. "I don't agree with the violence, and I don't like it, and I'm not going to carry a gun. But I sure as hell can help people blockade their homes and throw rocks and shit to distract their attackers so they can get a head start to run away before doing the same. I'm not going back to the dorms. It's criminal that no one in authority is doing anything. It's cruel and inhumane. I can't make sweeping changes but I can help a few people and I'm going to."

Jono blinked, and held up the hand that wasn't still holding his drinking glass.

"Right. I wouldn't stop anybody from helping wherever they can, Karina. But there are people out there hacking people apart with large, rusty weapons. So, when one comes after you while you're throwing rocks..." He spread his hands. "There's no sense yelling at me when I'm offering help. So far as I'm aware, you're an unarmed civilian. And one of my students. I'm a soldier. As far as I can tell, you're a teenager with a promising singing career ahead of you."

See his dilemma, Karina?

"I don't like what's going on out there any more than you do. Hell, I spent yesterday patrolling between the school and the dorms because people are crazy enough to be out there alone when they don't have to be. My students are out there alone when they don't have to be."

Including you, Karina. And he was going to assume you were a civilian until you managed to prove otherwise.

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Karina stared at him in a long moment filled with huffy, indignant silence. But it was hard to argue with a teacher who was actually behaving like a teacher.

And she could concede to that.

“Fine,” she said, her voice clipped. “You may escort me back to the dorms.”

But not gracefully.

She had no plans to stay in the dorms anyway.

"Thank you," Jono sighed, his shoulders slumping a little in relief. If there was something she wasn't telling him... fine. But so long as he wasn't privy to the information, he had a responsibility to keep her from dying horribly. "We can wait around to see if anyone else shows up, and leave for the dorms as a group in a bit."

A coyote carrying a backpack in it's mouth dashed into the theatre and backstage. When it dropped the backpack there was a loud clanking. Well, she had to carry her guns along with her clothes, didn't she?

"Sure," she said flatly. "Sounds like a blast."

Karina wasn't arguing that he was doing his job, he was, but she didn't have to like it when the alternative was outing her powers.

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"Dramatic, much?" Karina asked from where she was drinking coffee and sulking.

The coyote cocked an ear at her and just stared. Dramatic?

"Assuming you're a student," Karina half-explained. "The whole animal thing and the dashing backstage thing, when you really could've stopped once you hit the doors of the theatre, and the clank of what sounds like guns."

Mostly, Karina was being a brat because she was angry at Jono.

"Not that animals can use guns," she added, "so there's an uneasy logic to why you even have them when you clearly can make it around town without them."

Mercy shifted into human between one moment and the next. "Bitch much?" she said with an eye roll and turned to dig her clothes out of the bag.

You can just deal with naked Mercy while she dresses.

"That's me," she said, shifting so she didn't have to look at the naked.

Also, wow, rude. What if Jono saw?

"Of course, that's because big and blue doesn't think I can take care of myself and won't let me leave despite the fact I got here untouched." Also: clothed. "So it's nothing you did personally."

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