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fandomtownies2014-10-14 09:42 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomtownies2014-10-14 09:42 am
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Groovy Tunes, Tuesday
Another Tuesday, another day on the island, and Jono figured today was as good a day as any to show up at the music shop, put in a few more orders, and maybe just kill some time while busying himself with the stock. Or making phone calls. Fandom did have excellent connectivity to his own world, without the ridiculous roaming charges he would be paying from Glacia, and he'd been dying to play more with the phone that Barry had given him, anyway. Of course, he'd gone to voicemail when he tried calling Jubilee, Angelo kept throwing him a busy signal, Mira... was dead, he had no idea what Sofia's number was, Barry and Angel were too busy to talk, what with having a pack of small children to herd about...
Clearly, there was a reason he'd missed telephones.
//Hello, Logan? Wh- Oh, yes, this is Jono. It's a toy one of th'students on the island cooked up for me, I still don't have a mou- you what? Why in th'world would you be looking for me?// There was a long pause, and then Jono intoned, wryly, //Well, let me be th'first to give you my condolences for that messy breakup. Also, Scott's an arse, mate. I figured you always knew that.//
The conversation went back and forth like that for a good twenty minutes.
//You re-named it? To-- ah. Of course. A much better namesake, I think. And who's already signed on for this? Kitty? Good choice. And? Of course he's teaching sex ed. Not much of a shock there-- Ah. What? No, no, I don't have anything against her, not really. Things just got awkward for a bit while I was wearing the X. Didn't think she cared much, what with her face buried in an angel's wing while I was with Weapon X. Hardly matters, at any rate. Not if I'm here and she's there.// ... //You want me to what? Well, I know I've got experience, yes. There and here on the island, of course. It's just that-- well, no, she wouldn't be thrilled, but that's more because I tend to come back in pieces, these days. I know... I know the students could use somebody who looks a little more like some of them do, you don't have to dance around that, Logan. Trust me, I've been in their shoes. Learned under Frost and Cassidy, remember? Couldn't find a more attractive pair of teachers for a pack of misfits like we were.//
Perhaps catching up with old teammates today hadn't been the wisest idea, after all.
//... I'll think about it. No promises. Things are bloody insane in Glacia at th'moment, after all.//
After this conversation, Jono was going to be putting the phone down for the rest of the day and thumping his forehead against the top of his desk. A good, solid, productive way to spend the next few hours. Maybe he'd even get up to put the 'NOW HIRIING' sign on the door, too. At some point. Eventually.
[OOC: Getting some canon out of the way and making a townies post. I'm on a roll or something! Open, flying without OCD. There are free shifts every day except Wednesday and Friday, if people are interested in that sort of thing!]
Clearly, there was a reason he'd missed telephones.
//Hello, Logan? Wh- Oh, yes, this is Jono. It's a toy one of th'students on the island cooked up for me, I still don't have a mou- you what? Why in th'world would you be looking for me?// There was a long pause, and then Jono intoned, wryly, //Well, let me be th'first to give you my condolences for that messy breakup. Also, Scott's an arse, mate. I figured you always knew that.//
The conversation went back and forth like that for a good twenty minutes.
//You re-named it? To-- ah. Of course. A much better namesake, I think. And who's already signed on for this? Kitty? Good choice. And? Of course he's teaching sex ed. Not much of a shock there-- Ah. What? No, no, I don't have anything against her, not really. Things just got awkward for a bit while I was wearing the X. Didn't think she cared much, what with her face buried in an angel's wing while I was with Weapon X. Hardly matters, at any rate. Not if I'm here and she's there.// ... //You want me to what? Well, I know I've got experience, yes. There and here on the island, of course. It's just that-- well, no, she wouldn't be thrilled, but that's more because I tend to come back in pieces, these days. I know... I know the students could use somebody who looks a little more like some of them do, you don't have to dance around that, Logan. Trust me, I've been in their shoes. Learned under Frost and Cassidy, remember? Couldn't find a more attractive pair of teachers for a pack of misfits like we were.//
Perhaps catching up with old teammates today hadn't been the wisest idea, after all.
//... I'll think about it. No promises. Things are bloody insane in Glacia at th'moment, after all.//
After this conversation, Jono was going to be putting the phone down for the rest of the day and thumping his forehead against the top of his desk. A good, solid, productive way to spend the next few hours. Maybe he'd even get up to put the 'NOW HIRIING' sign on the door, too. At some point. Eventually.
[OOC: Getting some canon out of the way and making a townies post. I'm on a roll or something! Open, flying without OCD. There are free shifts every day except Wednesday and Friday, if people are interested in that sort of thing!]