The Boards, Sunday Afternoon

[furnaceface]

Another Sunday where people were actually themselves and weren't otherwise occupied making music for an on-island event or anything, another day when Jonothon actually showed up at the Boards to open the place for the band to rehearse.

Or dick around on instruments pretending they had an act.

Or chat.

//As it would happen, Queen cover songs are fun to play for an audience.//

Or just to blather on about Queen.

At any rate, he was going to be noodling on his bass while he waited for people to show. And then later he'd probably do paperwork or something. Jono truly lived a charmed life.

[OOC: Aaaaand open! Who even needs OCD? Not I.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

"Yeah, especially the stompy ones," Dante agreed, poking at the strings of his guitar.

[furnaceface]

//And the yelly ones?//

Those were far more satisfying when you could be the one doing the yelling, granted.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Eh, sometimes. Depends on the tune," Dante mused. "Some are almost too bippy for the screaming you gotta do."

[furnaceface]

//Well, not all of them are stompy, either,// Jono pointed out. //You are allowed to pick and choose what Queen songs you enjoy most, I'm not gonna try to stop you.//

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante rolled his eyes. "Can't even do arguing about music right," he said. "Damn, you're old."

[furnaceface]

//Haven't been feeling terribly argumentative this weekend,// Jono countered, shrugging his shoulders. //I don't actually feel laid-back terribly often. I'm simply opting to take advantage of it before I inevitably go mad with boredom over it in a week or two and take off to punch things instead.//

That was generally how it went.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante blinked. "So what cooled you off?" he said. "Get in a little Netflix and chill or what?"

[furnaceface]

//... Ah, no,// Jono said, betraying that he was on the internet enough to actually know that reference. Which was probably for the best. He suspected Dante didn't actually want to know about his sex life with Hannibal. //I was a snake most of last weekend. Spent most of that time napping in the sauna. It's hard to muster up many complaints when you're a reptile in a warm place.//

Granted, he'd come back to find out that his husband was some kind of captive of a totalitarian galactic government and he'd brought his daughter home, but that had solved itself on Monday.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante blinked. Then he let out a soft snicker. "'Why're you looking so happy?' 'Oh, I was a snake last weekend.'"

He struck a chord on his guitar.

[furnaceface]

//Were you around last weekend? It could've been worse!//

It really could have. He could have been Jono Hex again. Or that one version of himself who had a piece of his chest carved out and was part of a team under Colossus in the Age of Apocalypse.

Again.

[rebelseekspizza]

"I was, it was weird but not like, completely fucked or anything?" Dante ventured.

Except for Ada.

[furnaceface]

//Sometimes it manages to be both weird and completely fucked,// Jono shared with a shrug of his shoulders. //Any weekend I can walk away from saying that the worst that happened was a few awkward moments where I met not-Hannibal's daughter from another reality, and a younger, somewhat more naive version of an ex of mine, I'll take.//

There was a pause.

//... That said, I suppose, 'oh yes, I spent a few days as a small orange viper' is a fairly ridiculous reason for being in a good mood.//

[rebelseekspizza]

"I spent the weekend being some broody guy from the future," Dante said, shrugging. "Not that fucked."

A little disquieting, but he'd gotten better at letting that slide off his back - or at least repressing it.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal was here, too, noodling on keyboards to match Jono's bass line.

It was a hobby.

And one he could actually do openly in public, too.

[furnaceface]

//We'll have to play a little tonight,// Jono noted after a few minutes of that. //Once we send the kids home again.//

On their preferred instruments, at that.

[sharp_man]

"At home," Hannibal agreed. His harpsichord and Jono's red guitar. "Maybe even compose."

They did make beautiful music together, even when it wasn't a euphemism.

[furnaceface]

//I'd like that,// Jono decided. //Something complicated but laid-back, perhaps. I've been in that sort of mood, lately.//

It was the kind of mood that coffee shop indie was born from.

[sharp_man]

Instrumental coffee-shop indie.

Hannibal nodded thoughtfully. "I'll run some things through my mind for now, and we can see what we come up with."

[furnaceface]

//I look forward to it,// Jono replied, giving a little nod of his own. //Bonus points for incorrigible lyrics that nobody understands but everybody claims to really feel.//

Sure, they didn't tend to do songs with lyrics for obvious reasons, but still. Sometimes it was fun.

[sharp_man]

"Am I permitted puns?" Hannibal asked, smirking.

Because puns.

[furnaceface]

//... I'm cutting you off at three,// Jono decided. Magnanimously.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal thought about it. "Five," he bargained.

[furnaceface]

//Four and that's my final offer,// Jono countered, arms crossed over his chest. //And no trying to slip any extra in as though I won't notice, this time.//

Their marriage was about mature discussions and adult decisions.

[sharp_man]

"Four," Hannibal agreed. "And any you don't notice clearly don't count," he added smugly.

He was going to have to get devious for Jono to miss any. Fortunately, he was good at that. It would be a challenge.

[furnaceface]

//We'll see how many of those you manage, then,// Jono replied.

Because how he'd be looking. And he was absolutely going to consider it a challenge, too.