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On this, the most commercially hallowed day of the year, when over-stressed consumers trampled over eachother to get at various discount goods and were even less likely to notice the press of people had emptied the pockets even before they made it to the cashier, Ezra had been ordered (by Lock, and then by Ava) to go to the one place in the country where he was the least likely to steal things: Fandom Island.

Sure, maybe it also had something to do with how he hadn't been back here or anywhere near the people here for who knows how many months it had been since that thing with Dante and his brother. But Ezra was ignoring that. Clearly his friends just wanted to keep his eager hands away from people's wallets, out of the pure goodness of their hearts.

Also, of course, he'd taken a long detour through the mainland, so his pockets were heavy with things that strictly speaking didn't belong to him.

Oops?

But here he was now, by the pond in the park, throwing bits of bread out to the flamingoes while smirking at them like the superior predator that he was. (He wasn't going to do anything to them, of course. But you couldn't separate the fox from the man.)

[ooc: Open place, open post.]

rebelseekspizza

Anyone looking for Dante would find him... in store, at least.

Napping.

Don't ask how his last night had been. Just let him sleep.

[[ open ]]

rebelseekspizza

Dante had an actual fucking band session set up for this Sunday. Sure, Breq had never handled a bass before, but what better time to learn, right?

So he spent his entire shift humming stretches of songs, some of them old, some of them new, and moved bass guitars around. Good time. Yep.

[[ open! ]]

spin_kick_snap

Kathy had been eighteen when she'd gotten her first tattoo, a silhouette of a gymnast with a rainbow ribbon above her head. It had been a tipsy nod to her alter-ego as Banzai, gotten with Anders on a chilly day in January. Tattoos two and three had been added a few months after she'd returned to the island: seven tally marks on the inside of her left wrist and a small circle on her right shoulder with names written in Hangul inside of it. Those were tributes to the fallen and reminders of what hubris could lead to.

Today was a sunny day in October, almost twenty-two months since she'd gotten her first and barely six months since she'd gotten her last, Kathy stood inside Ink and Holes, idly flipping through their books of completed piercings and tattoos. A piece of paper with the design for her fourth tattoo was tucked into her jacket pocket, but if she could find a way to improve it, why not?

[Kathy's here with one, but open to other customers or random passersby!]

furnaceface

Jono had his guitar out. It was an old-time's-sake deal, mostly, if you asked him. Honest. Reminiscent of days spent in a common room, or around one of the campfires before the campgrounds became a breeding ground for alien nightmare plague. He was sitting in the doorway by the street, enjoying the autumn air, and fingerpicking some - possibly not surprisingly - old grunge music.

You know. For old time's sake.

And not just because that was a thing he still did, because some things were eternal.

Okay, maybe a little bit of that, too.

[OOC: Open here, too! For those who haven't been around a while, the Groovy Tunes has moved into the old Boards space. Jono likes having a music shop with a stage and the potential for concerts in it.]

omgnochecksyet

Just when you thought it was time for the island's collective consciousness to maybe move on from the whole sharkicane thing... along came Homecoming! Well, the theme was actually "Under the Sea", but like the Student Council wasn't going to have glitter-encrusted sharks feature heavily in the decorations? Please.

Of course, it wasn't just sharks: there were plenty of glitter-dolphins, and fish, and ~~octopuses~~ ~~octopi~~ octopodes too. Jellyfish-shaped lights hung from the ceiling, and strategically-placed LED projectors were set up to complete the underwater ambiance.

[ooc: OCD is a go!: Arrive/Mingle | Photographs | Food/Punch | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Homecoming Court | OOC ]

rebelseekspizza

Dante was on the hunt for more not-so-hard rock songs he could teach Kathy so she wouldn't wind up being like, fucking Taylor Swift with the country shit.

And so after opening up the actual store at the front, he was heading down back with an acoustic guitar and a ton of guitar tabs open on his phone. He'd be here all day, playing that guitar, having the time of his life, not worrying too much about Homecoming or anything like that.

If he hit that one Placebo song a few times too often for it to be coincidence, it meant nothing and he was fine.

[[ open! though i'll be out for a couple of hours after this goes up ]]

rebelseekspizza

Kat hadn't told him she was coming, so Dante spent most of his shift blissfully ignorant of her presence on the island. Instead, he rearranged what few CDs and other physical items they had left, trying not to think about Parents Weekend.

Or parents. Or siblings.

It wasn't enough to quiet him this time. He wound up lugging several guitars back towards the stage for tuning. And retuning.

And then retuning them in drop B.

[[ open! ]]

throughaphase

Okay, technically Caritas hadn't been closed (shark-induced renovations were expensive and she'd needed the revenue), but it had been a construction-laden mess for weeks, and Kitty had worked super hard on getting it back up to snuff. The floors were new, the bar and tables and booths were new and updated, there'd been repainting and a roof replacement and Kitty wouldn't be able to watch HGTV for a while but it was done.

So tonight there was a party, with posters having been posted around the island. The zombies were onstage playing- and with a table of merch off to the side- Tino was behind the bar while Kitty would either be there or mingling, and they were fully open for business.

GRAND REOPENING!!!
1ST ROUND FREE
PLEASE GET MORE THAN ONE ROUND, THIS WAS EXPENSIVE

[Nar's back! Come to the party!]

rebelseekspizza

Dante'd been doing a decent job of acting the part of his usual self: joking, lewd comments, drinks, conversations about cats. But the facade wasn't holding as well as he wanted it to. Last weekend had freaked him out and he still didn't know what to make of it all, but he'd woken up to the feeling of teeth in his neck and something glowing under his skin a few too many times.

There wasn't really much else to do but go back to Limbo City for the weekend and sort this shit out. He knew that.

He kicked over a gourd on his way in and sighed. For the moment, though, he had a shop to man, and 'Paint It Black' to master.

"I see my red door, I must have it painted black. Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts..."

[[ open! ]]

furnaceface

Jono was in a pretty decent mood today. He had his wrappings off (having Seivarden staying at the house for the past few weeks had kind of meant that he'd been wrapped up far more than usual), and he'd worn one of his long coats with the deep pockets, entirely so that Joni could tag along by riding in one of them, peering out at the world the way she used to when he was... bigger. And more blue.

She couldn't wait to get out and explore, given that she had always been familiar with the space and now it was different. So at the first opportunity, she wriggled her way out of that pocket and was plodding around the space, sniffing here and there, clearly wondering what the hecky was up with all the other place stuff being in the this place place.

At least until Jono started distracting her with the laser pointer dot.

Groovy Tunes was open, and it had a kitten.

[OOC: Open with kitten, like it says on the tin!]

rebelseekspizza

Okay, so Dante was starting to get used to the new place. Didn't mean he didn't kinda miss the walls of records, though.

But today, he was sitting behind the counter with a guitar over his knee, trying out some industrial-style riffs and loops. It kept his mind nice and busy, which he appreciated; occasionally he'd even write something down on a piece of paper.

[[ open! ]]

rebelseekspizza

Anybody else might have apologized for marching into the store like four hours late wearing a coat full of bullet holes, but Dante was all out of care for the forseeable month.

"I don't want to talk about the week," he told the blue guys.

Then turned on the loudest music he could find for the rest of the day.

[[ open! ]]

rebelseekspizza

Was Dante gonna get used to the new store?

All signs pointed to 'not'.

But there was a lot a decent guitar and an afternoon spent playing it could do to settle your nerves, at least. And so that was what Dante was doing, whenever anyone came in: sitting in a chair with a red guitar over his leg, attempting to master that one guitar solo from that Tool song.

[[ open! ]]

rebelseekspizza

Dante was fine.

He had enough practice pretending like he was fine from years of the shit that went down before Fandom, and some advanced training off of everything Vergil. People leaving to go home to wherever? Pfft, what was he, an amateur?

... so today he'd be checking out the new digs, putting some VNV Nation on the stereo for no reason at all, and messing around with the guitars.

At least there were guitars again.

[[ open! ]]

rebelseekspizza

It was a somewhat wary Dante who came into the store on Friday, not completely sure what he'd do if there was still a lot of cleaning to be done.

That seemed to be okay, at least.

But he did have to stop for a full minute's worth of respectful silence to honor the dead guitars that had passed. He'd be spending the rest of his shift sighing periodically, thinking about that really nice black axe he'd had his eyes on.

Sharks sucked.

[[ open! ]]

boneyard_girl

The store was successfully cleaned-out and boarded-up so that renovations could begin, so Ada was spending today stretched-out on the lawn chaise Sparkle had provided, basking in what sunshine peeked out from behind the clouds. She had the big umbrella ready, just in case the rain started, but she wanted to work on her tan, dammit.

The sidewalk sale was set up, and she did have her cash box tucked under the chair, so she'd actually work if people showed up. But for now? She was going to be totally lazy and stretch out like a cat in a sunbeam.

The Demon Marcus Sidewalk Sale was open, and Ada was in!

[OOC: OCD freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]

rebelseekspizza

For some reason, Dante had 'Under Pressure' stuck in his head. Normally, he'd have sighed and put something else on to clear it out, but every time he turned on the radio, U2 came out.

"Fine, whatever," he muttered, snagging an orange from the pile, and sank down behind the counter. "Under pressure, pushin' down on me..."

[[ open! ]]

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.]

rebelseekspizza

Dante had a tune stuck in his head all day at the shop. Nothing he did could get it out: turning up the radio, fighting with the little blue guys, playing guitar...

In the end, the only solution was to turn up the volume on the radio and hope it drowned it out.

Eventually.

Sigh.

[[ open! ]]

rebelseekspizza

Dante hadn't been-- surprised to find himself here, or disoriented. It was Fandom, and even in the island's current state of decline, it was still prone to its tricks.

No, the problem was that he wasn't sure what to do with himself.

After spending most of Saturday milling around, vaguely hoping to bump into anyone he recognized, mostly wishing not to run into anyone at all, he found himself pulled back to this place. The church was in a decidedly better state than he remembered, for sure, but its pews and tower still made a home, of a kind.

And you still got a perfect view from the roof.

Which was where Dante currently was: sitting near the front of the church's roof, keeping an eye on the people of Fandom. A little like normal, except not at all.

[[ open. ]]

rebelseekspizza

Dante'd promised Kathy help picking out a guitar, and fuck if he wasn't going to follow through on it. He came in after radio, shoving some things aside and bringing the guitars up more prominently.

Especially the acoustics, even if he had a vague hope of getting her into the electric kind eventually.

After doing that, he sat back and started paging though acoustic tabs on his phone. Had to be something good in here somewhere he could talk her into taking a crack at, right?

[[ open! ]]

okteiviakom

It was Octavia's first shift.

Ever, on any job.

Just another thing to adapt to, she guessed. Jono had left her a note with instructions about running the store, and she was quietly grateful for it. Right now, she was learning to work the till – while shaking her head at the whole idea of it. Exchanging pieces of paper and bits of metal for plastic discs to take them home.

This was going to take adjusting to.

She was still wearing her tough leathers. She was yet to start feeling comfortable in anything else, at least anywhere in public. Maybe that's why the stereo was behaving itself, and actually playing the Elliot Smith compilation she'd wanted it to play.

Groovy Tunes was open and there was a Grounder behind the counter.

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]

rebelseekspizza

The stereo really wanted to play jazz. Didn't matter what Dante did, trying to put on music to get in the mood for Pride - it always jumped right back to jazz.

"Of all the music in the world," Dante muttered.

He sank down behind the counter and got his earbuds out.

[[ open! ]]

rebelseekspizza

For some reason Dante got some weird Spanish pop song stuck in his head while heading back outta radio. It stuck with him the entire way up to the store.

In the end, the only way to deal with it was to go on a long exploration of Spanish death metal throughout his shift. Obviously.

Want some music? Want an instrument? Come on into Groovy Tunes! Don't mind the screaming.

rebelseekspizza

Dante was actually in a pretty good mood this week. He sagged in a chair, dumping his feet on the counter, and browsed pictures of the cats screwing around with the new cat tower for a while before he even bothered to touch the stereo.

Good time for something upbeat, though, right?

So the dulcet tunes of Mindless Self Indulgence would be guiding you into the store today, Fandom. Hope you liked it.

[[ open! ]]

furnaceface

Jono had brought beer in with him to the Boards today.

Was he planning anything big? Not really. There was the usual possibility that somebody might show up to rehearse for the band, and then he'd probably leave the stage open for a while so that people could just dick around on it, because he had reached that point in his slow descent into performing arts ennui, not helped along by the fact that he was still bloody exhausted after all of the blowing up and healing over and just generally having his powers dragged around in horrible ways by the island on Wednesday.

So yeah, the Boards were open. There was a light on inside going on late into the evening and everything, and he'd even put an 'open mic' sign out on the sidewalk, even if there was no way in hell he was going to try to tackle a ladder to get up to change the marquee today.

He was being functional or something. Lookit him go.

[OOC:Open!]

rebelseekspizza

Dante'd passed some kind of screaming goat on the way to work today. He was done.

Unfortunately, it was the start of the workday, and he still had to be in for a while before he gave up on the day. So he turned the loud, angry dance music up to two hundred, picked up the guitar, and tried to reproduce some basslines.

Anything to get that screaming out of his head.

[[ open! ]]

rebelseekspizza

Dante was in a weird mood as he tooled around the store today. Whatever tunes he came up with whenever he had time to sit down with the guitar kinda showed it: acoustic takes on aggrotech songs interspersed with some weird shit.

He was pretty sure his brain had even dragged up some Alanis Morissette, somewhere.

Truth was, he should be cheerful, 'cause he was taking Ada out soon to make her feel better. But the situation with Kat was weighing on his mind, as was Kathy. And for eight long hours, there wasn't an Anders to quiet his thoughts.

So he bustled and poked at the guitars, until his fingers found a familiar old tune.

[[ open! ]]

rebelseekspizza

Okay, so Dante had more or less cajoled Starsmore about the band and maybe jamming for once, which meant... he should probably figure out how that worked, right?

He snagged an acoustic guitar right after opening up the shop and sank down in a seat behind the counter.

Just play. No covers, no fucking around practicing chords, just... play.

If anyone needed him, they'd have to follow the sound of guitar music occasionally interrupted by a "Fuck!" or "Nope".

[[ open! ]]

furnaceface

Jono squinted up at the marquee, and then down at the stack of papers in his arms. Posters, for around town, yes. He was going to give this another shot, because... why the hell not, mostly. He had the building, it had a stage, and he knew from last semester's band that there was, in fact, talent on the island.

And so...

Fandom Island Talent Showcase!
Sunday Evening, June 4th
Apply within, rehearsal space available!
Show the island what you've got!

Best way to make something happen was to just do the bloody thing. He was getting better at that, he hoped.

[OOC: OCD-free today, but feel free to tag in to sign your character up! IC registration isn't necessary to participate, just feel free to tag in to the appropriate OCD on the 4th when the post goes up!]

rebelseekspizza

Dante was a lot of things, and he'd found he liked a lot of music, but some things weren't quite his style.

So as soon as he'd opened up the store and sat down, he made an executive decision to look up acoustic and rock covers of Bund tunes. He sat down next to a pile of curious blue people with his guitar in hand and eyed the tabs in front of him critically.

"All right," he said, putting pick to string, and played.

[[ open! ]]

not_every_mage

After a few days in San Francisco, it had finally been time to go home. Anders's emotions were mixed as he waited for Dante to return the rental car and took the shuttle to the portal station home.

On the one hand, they'd been gone long enough that it'd be good to get home. He missed Kathy, their beds, his jobs. On the other ... it had been nice to step away from real life for a while.

A flash of light, and there they were on the causeway.

"Island's still standing," he noted, elbowing Dante. "So we couldn't have missed too much."

myownface

Sparkle... had kind of noped out of yesterday. He'd been doing pretty decently overall these days, sure, but between the awesomeness of last weekend being immediately followed by sending Elias back home, and that whole... thing... with his sister a few weeks back, he just hadn't been emotionally prepared to watch any of the students take one more big step towards moving on.

He didn't deal with that sort of stuff well, okay?

So today he was just kind of bumming around the clothing store. There was a shipment of cute raincoats and rubber boots in, and he'd just kind of let them sit in boxes, waiting for some kind of urge to get-up-and-go to strike him.

It wasn't happening.

He was painting his nails. Purple. With yellow polka dots.

Whee.

[OOC: Ahahahahah I missed yesterday I was stolen away for endless hours of card games and trivia there was no escape and I'm so tired and so full of facts. Open.]

rebelseekspizza

Grad tomorrow. Grad guests today. Party tonight.

Guess which one of the three Dante was focusing on. He got to Groovy Tunes and unlocked the door, walked past the guitar, and immediately started digging through the music selection. He'd have to place a few more calls, get some food in - all that shit he could afford now - maybe pick up the decorations he and Ada had ~~handwavily~~ talked about...

If you were lucky, you could maybe get in close enough to ask him a question. Maybe even get him to do his job. But mostly, he was busy.

[[ open! ]]

rebelseekspizza

Roadtrip time next week. It was an exciting prospect, but it did mean one thing: Dante leaving his bike behind on Fandom for a while, so they could rent a car that would (hopefully) not inspire Anders to vomit.

So... he was giving it a little quality time. It'd earned it. And the dust and the mud that'd settled on it over the past week? Dante couldn't let that slide. And...

... okay, cleaning the damn thing was therapeutic, too. With all the Kathy shit and everything of the past few weeks, Dante needed something to channel himself into. He kneeled down by the side of the bike, patted it on the side-panel, and dragged the rag over it again. "Sometimes life's easier when it's just you and me," he told it softly, lovingly.

[[ open! ]]

rebelseekspizza

You know what? Dante was in a pretty good mood.

You could tell, too, by the way he was humming Fleetwood Mac as he went about the shop instead of angry 00s aggrotech. Or by the way he was messing around with wah-wah pedals and other gizmos as he practiced with the guitar.

Party tonight. Road trip in two weeks. It was gonna be great.

[[ open! ]]

bigdamnprincipal

It was possible that the strange creatures that had invaded Fandom last week were still on everyone's mind when the Student Council had designed the decorations for Prom. Glittery cardboard animal-hybrid monsters awaited everyone as they arrived to the community center, and made their way inside along a blue and yellow carpet flanked by glowing, glittery red eyes.

Nothing in the decorations looked like a rabbit though. Some memories were just too much to make fun of.

Welcome to Prom, folks!

[OCD is up! Getting this up early for potential SP needs! | Arrive/Mingle : Photographer : Food and Punch : Dance Floor : Shadowy Corners : Chaperones : Prom Court : OOC ]

fjordicswagger

"Okay, what is this nerdy crap?"

The piece of paper in Tamsin's hands was definitely some kind of nerdy crap, she was sure of it. Still, it was their best shot at at least getting the island back to somewhere that had actually decent bars.

She eyed the weird rocks embedded into the wall by Galactica Point. "I always thought some kid with too much time and no basement to fester in had come up with this," she muttered. She glanced over her shoulder at the waiting hordes. "Okay, here we go. Up, up, down, down--"

Oh god. It really was nerdy crap.

[[ ocd is up! have at! new rooms might be added throughout the day, depending. ]]

rebelseekspizza

Dante still wasn't in a good way. Like all the shit that had gone down last week wasn't bad enough, everything else was just-- upside down. It was making him restless for once, instead of despondent; and restless at work meant guitar time.

He was trying to reproduce the music from his lost record, between trying his hand at Combichrist songs. He nearly tripped over a bunch of blue guys while he was going for it, too.

Not paying enough attention. Sigh.

[[ open! ]]

spin_kick_snap

There were nine different colleges and universities in the city of Baltimore, and several more in the surrounding county. Kathy had gone to the Baltimore Public Library that afternoon and gotten brochures for all of them, bringing them back to the island to browse through. She didn't know if she was actually going to go to one of these colleges. She didn't even know if she wanted to go to college at all. But it was--something. A small acknowledgement that she had a future and maybe she should start thinking about what she wanted to do with it. And looking at colleges...going to college...that was a plan for the future that she could make for herself and by herself, instead of hinging it onto something anyone else was doing.

She wasn't in great shape by any stretch of the imagination. But she was better, at least for now. A little calmer, a little more near an equilibrium. She had no idea how long this would last, but right now, drinking an elaborate concoction that only barely had the slightest resemblance to a proper coffee and going over course listings to see if anything leaped out at her (figuratively! for a change), Kathy was more inclined to enjoy the feeling while it lasted, instead of worrying about its inevitable crash.

furnaceface

Okay, so Jono could still take or leave being a woman on days like this, but he certainly couldn't complain about the assets that the island continued to give him along with the body swap.

... Namely, the other half of his face, some lungs, and a stomach. What did you think he meant?

In any case, he was having a pretty good day at work today, alternating between singing 90s grunge at the top of his lungs and snacking on fruit. Because his priorities were sound, damn it. Completely and entirely sound.

Groovy Tunes was open, and the mutant was in a bloody fine mood.

[OOC: Open! OCD-freeeee.]

boneyard_girl

Considering the squirrels had roused her at way too early o' clock, Ada had decided it was better to head to the store from the radio station instead of the dorms.

She wasn't going to stay open all day, but this was kinda a public service, and she grabbed some markers and quickly wrote up a big sign to stick in the window.

Need Emergency Clothing?
25% off if Fandom pulled an April Fool on you
TODAY ONLY

Demon Marcus was open, at least until lunch time, and the mer~~maid~~man? was in.

rebelseekspizza

Dante came into the store both late and frazzled.

He didn't grab a guitar; he just put something loud on the stereo and sank into his seat, staring up at the ceiling.

Jesus, Vergil.

[[ open! ]]

rebelseekspizza

Dante had to go to work.

He didn't really want to. Still no word from Vergil, and he was going past restless into something else.

So his time at the store mostly involved walking around, tinkering with guitars, and shelving and reshelving CDs.

Occasionally a muttered expletive could be heard.

[[ open! ]]

rebelseekspizza

So Dante wasn't having such a bad day.

He'd filled up a bunch of bottles with green shit that morning. Some of it was beer, some of it was absinthe, some of it was... he didn't know, but it was alcoholic. (There was also the bottle in the corner with the SHAME sign around it. Don't ask.)

Since the island was so set on getting him into the spirit of it, he'd tracked down a green guitar, too. He was handling it behind the counter, humming quietly to himself.

"I don't know what the--" he sang, "--is the point of St Patrick's day, but I'm diggin' it."

Nobody call him on it.

[[ open! ]]

throughaphase

Kitty was absolutely confident that today would not involve the never ending stream of coffee at work.

Instead when she got to work, she found the bar covered in pies, all perfect-looking in their tins.

SPECIALS
PIE. IDEK JUST TAKE PIE

[Happy pi day! No OCD from work, still open]

furnaceface

Alright, Jono was here. Jono was totally not freaking out in the least. Jono had set up a few mics and patch cables onstage in case anybody showed up and wanted to jam, and...

... Yes, he had brought beer, just in case it turned out he was going to have to bribe people into playing anyway. But that was a last resort thing. Or else a 'yay, we have a band now, I'm not even a teacher this semester so I can be a terrible influence and let minors celebrate this fact with a drink because we all know you're going to do so anyway at Caritas if you want to' thing.

The posters were still up around town advertising band tryouts or whatever today, and he'd changed up the marquee today to read:

Try Out For the Band!
Here, today!
All skill levels and musical styles welcome!

He even hauled over a few extra instruments from Groovy Tunes, in case people didn't want to drag over, say, a drum set or a keyboard or half a million amplifiers for their electric guitars or anything like that. He was thoughtful that way.

[OOC: Open to all! C'mon in and play!]

rebelseekspizza

Okay, so technically taking the guitar he'd just gotten from Starsmore back to work was... overkill, or something? There were plenty of other guitars in the store.

Still, Dante had taken a shine to this one. So he brought it to work, along with a bottle of something. Plugged it into an amp, dropped his feet on the counter, and got back to trying to figure out how to make aggrotech riffs work on guitar.

[[ open! ]]

furnaceface

Just do the thing. Raven had told him to just go do the thing, instead of sitting and fretting over how it would work, or even if it would work. And he'd sat on that for the better part of a week, and now here Jonothon was, at the Boards, making posters to put up around town.

Just doing the thing. He wasn't even certain to what end he was doing it, but to hell with it, it was something he'd wanted to put together since he was a student on this bloody island, and the school didn't seem to do clubs these days anyway, so why the hell not?

Posters. To just do the thing.

Try Out For the Band!
Do you sing or play an instrument?
Do you not, but you'd like to learn?
Looking for a group of people to play with?
Need rehearsal space?
Then join us at The Boards
Sunday Afternoon
All skill levels and musical styles welcome!

No, he hadn't really given thought as to what he'd do if he managed to successfully assemble a band of any persuasion. He figured he'd kind of just wait and see who showed up and what they wanted to do, and go from there. Best case scenario, maybe they'd do a gig or two. Or, hell, actually put that recording studio in the basement to use for the first time since... ever.

He took a walk around town sometime around noon to hang the posters, and then returned to the Boards to spend the rest of his day playing guitar in the lobby, mostly to keep from freaking out about it. Just do the thing. There you go, Raven. Jono was bad at spontaneity when it was something he wanted to do for his own enjoyment, but he was giving it a go. Just this once.

[OOC: Open!]

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