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The marquee outside of the Boards, Groovy Tunes, whatever Jono was calling it these days was blinking the words 'KARAOKE NIGHT – FREE BOOZE AND SNACKS' in neon-bright colours.

Ino was pretty proud of herself for figuring out how to do that, especially since she was running on absolutely zero sleep. See, despite it being Jono's store/theatre unholy hybrid, he had no damn idea this was happening tonight.

Or that it was mostly his booze she was planning on giving to people for free.

(Ino had bought the snacks; Jono hadn't had enough of those around.)

Sure, it had been supposed to be a small thing, like, just her, Kanan, and Hera but why not turn it into a party?

And singing karaoke on an actual stage in an actual theatre would be pretty sweet too.

While killing time until her guests showed up, Ino fiddled with the lights, looking for the best way to light the stage and trying to decide if she could rig up a disco ball or not. There probably wasn't time. (Maybe next time.)

Because Ino was a brat, and a Turk, and that meant getting the numbers of every single person on the island was child's play, she'd sent a text to everyone on the island—except Jono and Dr. Lecter, since she was pretty sure Dr. Lecter would rat her out to Jono—inviting them out to have a good time.

Karaoke party at the Boards tonight!

If all of Jono's booze wasn't gone by the end of the night, she'd make sure it disappeared conveniently.

Sorry not sorry, Jono!

furnaceface

Yeah, Jono was here again, mostly for rehearsal, but also perhaps just a tiny bit in order to eye up the stock and see what he was going to have to replace. He supposed he could at the very least replace the CDs that had been shattered by falling shark, but...

... Well, it was possible that he was starting to grasp the concept of digital media and music streaming, which left him with a conundrum.

It was a conundrum he was going to contemplate while he picked at his guitar, waiting for people to arrive. That seemed like the thing to do, today.

[OOC: Open Boards!]

furnaceface

Well, for better or for worse, Jono had finished moving what remained of his stock from the Groovy Tunes over to the Boards that morning.

'What remained of his stock' mostly consisted of a few boxes of CDs, a couple of lucky albums on vinyl that hadn't been smashed by a fallen beam, three of the guitars that had been narrowly missed by the shark where they'd been hanging on the back wall, a handful of replacement guitar strings, a couple of amplifiers that hadn't been on the floor when the flooding started, and the (somewhat wrinkled) books that Lucille had put out to dry.

Everything else had taken too much water damage or had been crushed. Well. The stereo had survived, but that didn't surprise Jonothon so much. He was fairly certain that it was too spiteful to die.

So he was sitting in the lobby of the Groovy Tunes today come rehearsal time, making absolutely certain that the three guitars he'd salvaged could still handle a tuning and weren't secretly ruined in some way he just hadn't noticed yet.

Whee.

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

Hey look, another week. Hey look, another rehearsal.

And Jono had brought oranges with him, this week. So many oranges. Whatever didn't get eaten here or taken home by people was going to get dropped off at a shelter in Baltimore, because the last thing Jono wanted was a giant crate of citrus slowly liquefying over at the Groovy Tunes, and it felt like a waste to throw them out when people could be eating the bloody things.

People. Not him, but somebody.

//Take an orange. Take eight oranges. Take oranges home for your friends. If you don't have friends, just throw them at random people in the streets. I don't care. The more you take, the fewer I have to carry into Baltimore tonight in the saddlebags of a motorbike. Take. Oranges. And then play music.//

Because it was rehearsal, and music should probably come into play somewhere in there.

[OOC: 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.]

furnaceface

Once again, Jono was here for rehearsal, though rehearsal this week actually had a prompt, it seemed.

//So, next weekend, Fandom Pride,// he announced as people arrived. //Looking for volunteers to play music at th'picnic on Sunday. And, ah, a set list. Anybody know any good Pride songs?//

Or songs that could be Pride songs? He was kind of side-eyeing 'True Colors,' but wasn't entirely certain that anybody in the band would be too enthused about playing that one anyway. Over the Rainbow? Born This Way? It's Raining Men?

God, this was not as easy as it looked.

[OOC: Open! Bah to the OCD this week. Bah. Tag in for rehearsal and make it messy if you want to.]

sharp_man

They were going on vacation this evening, and Jono was...well, getting ready, more or less, so Hannibal had promised him to get things ready for rehearsal until he arrived.

So, there was very good beer here today, along with homemade sausages and an assortment of cheese and crackers for snacks.

There was still a sign outside reading, Band rehearsals! Come and join us! Open mic!

The Boards was open for band rehearsal or anyone who wanted to grab the microphone.

furnaceface

Jono was actually in a fairly good mood today as he opened the Boards for the weekly band rehearsal. Even if, truth be told, he couldn't actually tell the entirety of who actually was in the bloody group these days.

So basically, at this point, if you showed up and wanted to play an instrument or sing, it was fair game. Maybe it was more fun that way anyhow.

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!]

furnaceface

Jono was aiming for a busy day at the Boards today. He'd strolled in around noon and readied the stage for band practice, for anybody who might decide to show. Hell, if someone wanted to just stroll in to join, that was absolutely welcome, too. They'd gained a Peebee last weekend, after all.

And so, in the afternoon, an open stage for those wanting to rehearse in or join the band.

And in the evening, Jono was hauling in beer. Again. And opening the stage up to anybody who bloody well wanted to get up on it, for any purpose their heart desired. Did they want to sing? The stage was there. Did they want to dance? Did they want to recite SHakespeare or play a game of chess with dramatic narration or anything? Well. There was a stage for that.

Which, presumably, was meant to be some sort of talent showcase, open mic, performing arts... whatever.

There there was a stage. For whatever. Nobody could accuse Jonothon of trying too hard, really, could they?

[OOC: Open with some OCD to save me from flooding your flists somewhat with multiple Boards posts!]

furnaceface

Jono still had the sign advertising next Sunday's showcase up in the window, sure, but that wasn't entirely why he was in this weekend. Dante had requested that they, the band, start doing things again, and in order for that to happen, well, he was going to have to open the place for rehearsals and such. Kind of the logical next step, there.

And so, the theatre was open today, with a sign outside advertising band rehearsal today, but also noting that they were always willing to try out new members, if anybody wanted to join. After all, they had lost their - heh - lead triangle. That simply wouldn't do, would it?

Now maybe they could at the very least get some music written. Or just jam for a while, if nothing else.

[OOC: Open to all! I'll ping when I can, but it'll probably lead into SP, and feel free to get messy in the comments, since I'm the one linkgrabbing this stuff anyway! If you show up to try out for the band, congrats, we'll make room for you in the band. Even if you want to be lead triangle.]

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!]

furnaceface

So, Jono hadn't opened the Boards in a while. The last few weekends had involved unexpected children, giant rabbits and the like, and none of those things were necessarily conducive to being a functional guy-who-owned-businesses, really.

But today? Today he was going to make up for that. Sort of.

If by 'make up for that,' one meant that he was sitting in the lobby, alternating between playing his bass guitar and poking through scripts. Again. Because someday he swore he was going to audition people for a show, or put on a successful showcase, or put together a band that lasted for more than a month before the lead triangle graduated and left the island...

... Okay, losing the lead triangle hadn't been so great a loss. And if any of the band decided to show up today to play, then all the better. And if anybody new happened to stop in and they knew how to play, he'd be thrilled about that, too.

He had no bloody clue what he was doing with life in general, these days. Might as well just keep going with the flow.

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

So, Jono was still in a decent mood today. He still had a face, so sue him. It was still not his face, but it wasn't like this was even the first time that was the case. Or the first wrong face, for that matter. And this one, at least, he could chalk up to Fandom weirdness and be reasonably certain he'd return to normal by tomorrow. Better to just enjoy what he had while he had it.

Which was why he was at the Boards today, in case any of the band decided they were feeling up for practice, with food set out for snacking on - mostly fresh fruit this time around, because if there was going to be snacking it was going to be something he liked - and Jonothon noodling away on a shiny red and black electric bass while he waited to see if people were going to show.

And you had better believe he was singing his own accompaniment today whenever the song he was playing called for vocals, too. The voice might not be his, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to use it.

It was going to be a fairly laid-back day at rehearsal today, unless anybody had anything in particular they wanted to do.

[OOC: Stop by and play! Flying without OCD today, might as well just frolic. Musically. Musical frolicking.]

furnaceface

Another weekend, another band practice? Or something like it, anyway.

//We need songs,// Jono announced to anyone who might have showed up today. //Does anybody write, or at least have a favourite song they'd like us to try?//

The band didn't have a name - Jono was pretty sure the only person who wanted to call it Kuzco! was Kuzco - but that was not an insurmountable thing. The important thing was music, anyway. Right?

furnaceface

Well, Jono had auditioned people for the band last weekend. He supposed at the very least, he could open the Boards today for people to discuss what in the world they were going to do with the band, today.

He didn't have the heart to turn anyone away. They were all talented. Or, if not talented... ah... enthusiastic. So he'd left ~~handwavy~~ messages for everyone who had auditioned, telling them that they were in if they wanted to be, and they were welcome to join him at the Boards today to discuss where to go from here. And then he'd ordered pizza, because if having a band (sort of) wasn't an occasion to order pizza, he didn't know what was.

Hell, he'd even brought his bass guitar along. Just in case talking today wrapped up quickly and people wanted to play something.

Shit, it seemed like maybe they could actually pull this off. That was... it was nice.

[OOC: Open! Feel free to stop on by, even if you didn't try out for the band. There's pizza.]

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!]

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!]

furnaceface

Okay. Keeping the Boards going. Keeping something on the stage. Jonothon could do that. Presumably he could. He'd done it before, and it was his own lack of effort that had basically left the place floating dead in the water a few years before. Now effort was something he had plenty of; his current holding pattern without anything big and ambitious to throw himself at was starting to get to his head, and his options were either 'save a much-ignored business' or 'go back to wearing an X in New York because it's the Right Thing To Do.'

He was well aware at this point that the X was basically his nuclear option.

So he was using - ugh - the internet today, sitting in his office and going through information about holding workshops for people interested in the performing arts. The island wasn't exactly rife with people dying to get onto the stage, but if he gave them a taste of it, maybe it could be.

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

Alright, so it was that holiday. That holiday, not the other ones. He liked one or two of the other ones, and this one, Jono could really have just decided to take or leave. But here he was. At the Boards. On that holiday.

And he'd once again brought beer.

That stuff was basically his secret weapon, these days, along with the sign that he'd put out and the posters around town.

We Have A Stage
We Have Free Beer
And So Help Us, We Have Karaoke!

There was also a large net full of ridiculous heart-shaped balloons hanging up over the stage. And heart-shaped foil confetti. Ino had helped Jono set up the entire mess of it, and since there was a decent number of people on the island who weren't of high school dance age, he imagined that he might even have a chance of getting rid of that beer, too.

Really, not a holiday that did anything for him, but subjecting drunken karaoke to mushy couples or heartbroken singles alike was something he lived for.

[OOC: Open to all!]

furnaceface

Ah... that holiday was coming up, and Jono realized, perhaps a little belatedly, that perhaps it would be an excellent opportunity to do... something... with the Boards.

What, he wasn't quite sure. It was far too short notice to really organize some sort of dinner theatre, and he was still fairly certain that organizing a band on the island would be... fun. In that sort of way that suggested that he could think of a handful of talented musicians already, but their willingness to actually rehearse and perform was... not so great, necessarily. Which meant that today, mostly he was going to just thump his forehead against the desk in his office, trying to come up with options.

Valentine's concert?

Valentine's... improv night?

Valentine's burn the building down in a fit? No, he couldn't do that, he had tenants upstairs now. Bloody hell.

Valentine's schmalentine's.

[OOC: Open Boards! Jono... might need some brainstorming assistance on this one. Or just someone to save his poor forehead from bruising.]

furnaceface

Jono had had big plans for tonight at the Boards, but the events of the last few weeks had thrown something of a wrench in the gears when it came to organizing the showcase he'd wanted to hold.

... Or even finding people to perform in it. Which meant that he was going to have to adjust his plans somewhat.

A lot.

There was a new sign up where the old one had been.

Due to Unforeseen Circumstances, The Fandom Showcase Has Been Cancelled.
Come in for an Open Mic Instead!
There's Beer.

When all else failed, bribe people to participate. And if anybody needed Jono, he'd be on the stage playing his guitar for the duration of the evening or until somebody else showed up who wanted to perform. Whichever came first.

furnaceface

Jono's brain felt a little bit like it was leaking out of his ears, today. Having Nanika at the house where he could keep an eye on her to make sure she was... well... as okay as an eldritch entity stuck in bluescreen mode could possibly be... meant that his telepathic senses were basically screaming at him at all times. Yes, he could put up psionic walls to try to keep the worst of it out, but that meant cutting himself off from everything, the way he used to when he was still a stupid kid afraid of his own powers.

That, and he'd never be able to leave the house. He'd just be stuck on 'staring at Nanika' duty until she snapped out of this. Which, so far as he was aware, could be for the rest of time.

So here he was at the Boards, with a head that was screaming 'no no no wrong bad bad bad bad' at him constantly at all times, but at least he could still keep tabs on her from here. If there was any change he'd be able to drop everything and take off running. To what end, he still wasn't sure, but... running.

In the meantime, he had a sign up advertising that showcase thing that he was trying to organize. People were welcome to, like, come in and try out for that, or just throw a party on the stage or whatever the hell they wanted to do, today.

Fandom Talent Showcase!
Thursday Evening, February 2nd
Applications Open Thursdays Until Showtime
Rehearsal Space Available On Thursdays Within
Come Show Fandom What You've Got!

And if anybody needed him in particular, he was going to find a nice, blank patch of wall to stare at for a bit.

furnaceface

Okay, Jono was procrastinating. Jono knew he was procrastinating. Procrastinating was kind of what Jono did, after all, when his brain started doing that chewing, scratching thing around the corners that made him doubt if he was doing things right, or completely, totally messing everything up. Which happened when he got bored.

Which he was. A lot.

And so today he was going to Just Do The Thing. Look at him, doing the thing. He was making a sign, and putting it out for people to see, because that was the only way that it was going to get done. Nobody was going to do it for him. It wasn't going to do itself.

Okay.

Fandom Talent Showcase!
Thursday Evening, February 2nd
Applications Open Thursdays Until Showtime
Rehearsal Space Available On Thursdays Within
Come Show Fandom What You've Got!

That... that looked doable. Was that doable? Jono thought it was doable. Were Thursdays a bad idea? Maybe he should take the poster down...

Nope. Too late. He'd already put it up. And he was printing off a few more with the address on them to put up around town when he was finished here for the day. He was stuck for this, now. Good. Alright, then.

[OOC: Taking a relaxed route back into getting the Boards going again! I'll put up a Boards post every week if people want to sign up or rehearse in character, and there'll be a post for the performance on Feb. 2nd for any and all to jump in on!]

furnaceface

Jono wasn't teaching, this semester.

That was a weird enough thought to him that he needed to think it again as he stepped into the Boards and took a look around the lobby. He wasn't teaching this semester. Not here, anyway. They still called him in for the odd class at the Jean Grey School, but he'd made certain Logan got the memo that he was going to want some time to himself for things like 'settling into married life,' (which Logan had snorted at, because if Jono hadn't been settled in after basically living with Hannibal for almost two years now, he never would), and 'just getting my life sorted out' (which Logan could appreciate, because nine out of ten mutants would kill for the opportunity to do that).

So, Jono was taking a break. Which, of course, meant that he immediately had to find something else with which to fill up all his spare time with stress. He had the Groovy Tunes already, the Boards had been sitting stagnant since forever, he wasn't playing superhero or soldier or diplomat or assassin these days and he wasn't running around like a headless chicken trying to organize a wedding that he'd given up on ever happening, because he was already married. Out of all of those, he wasn't actually in any hurry to pull on the tights or go to war again, and there was only so much more he could do at the Groovy Tunes. But the Boards?

He'd missed the Boards. And he'd been half chewing on the idea of bringing the place back to life anyway. That was what the Improv class at the school had been about last semester, after all, and while he wasn't quite up for the idea of directing another play, that didn't mean there weren't options. It had been a few years since a winter showcase, after all. Or maybe he could bring in somebody to put on a concert here. It wasn't as though he didn't know a good many talented musicians thanks to this place.

But first thing was first. Before he could start to figure out where to go from here, Jono had to go through his backlog of mail.

Sigh.

[OOC: Yep, back to the Boards with this guy. And I mean it this time. Open Boards are open! There's even a light on and everything!]

sharp_as_knives

As promised, they had dropped Joni off at the vet, gotten someone to clean up the mess, and now there was a lot of alcohol and food.

The flowers and such were gone, but at least the decorations that were left were mostly black and saffron-colored, which would work as well for Halloween as anything.

Actually, given their wedding attempts, it would probably work better for Halloween.

Jono had chosen music, Hannibal had cooked food, and the doors were thrown open. The erstwhile grooms were dressed in costumes, and they hoped other people would be, too.

Happy Halloween, everybody!

( The menu for today is: )
Along with assorted ~~moddable~~ other gourmet treats, with Hannibal's unique brand of humor set loose on Halloween, and plenty of beer, wine, and seltzer-with-syrups sodas.

[OOC: Open post, open party!]

Current Location: The Boards

furnaceface

Lord, it had been far too long since Jono had been in here in any official capacity. Trying to plan for failed weddings didn't count. Neither did weird weekends where he wasn't entirely himself. He'd stopped by to do paperwork now and again while Dracula was doing all the heavy lifting, but now Dracula had been back home for some time, and here was the Boards, just... standing. Being a building. And Jono knew damn well that his reasons for leaving the place behind were understandable, back in the day. That you don't just lose a face and the ability to sing under a spotlight twice in your life and take that sort of thing lightly. But it had been years. Maybe it was time to give it another go.

Today, he wasn't in to try to salvage whatever was left after the last party that wasn't a wedding. He was here trying to salvage... lord, even he didn't know for sure. But he'd spent some time in his office, had done some cleaning, had relegated a few of his old overcoats to the costume room since they were never going to fit him again, and then took a chair and a stack of scripts outside and started flipping through them, deciding that if he was going to be here again, he might as well enjoy some of the sun today, too.

... When did they even get the script for the new Barry Plodder play? Jono set that one aside and shook his head. The royalties on that one would be obscene. What was in public domain that was good?

[Open!]

sharp_as_knives

It hadn't been hard to find the place, since the address was on the invitation. It seemed to be some kind of theater, though, and once they got there…

Hannibal shrugged. "Do we just go in?"( Do we just go in? )

[OOC: The wedding isn't happening, but anyone who has an invitation, hears the party, or is just wandering curiously is welcome to stop by for the party! If you do still have your memory, please DO NOT remind the grooms who they are. ~~Please wait for OCD.~~ OCD is up!]

Current Location: The Boards

bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com

The trouble with having let Mavis go off with Johnny on a trip around the human world was that now that his baby girl was gone, the Hotel was just a hotel. And apparently Drac was the worst boss ever. Or so the entire housekeeping staff had told him when they'd threatened to walk out.

(When he found out who had unionized the hotel staff, there would be trouble!)

So Drac was on the island and in a snit. Well, he had been in a snit. Then he'd gone to the theatre and yelled at some of the zombies, non-union ones, and now he was feeling a little better. He found a pile of scripts on his desk and pulled the top one to read...

"Hmm... A play about Twelve Angry Men? "

[open]

bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com

No one die of shock... but there was a Vampire in the Theatre.

And it was open.

(Just don't ask what are the crashing yet slightly musical noises that are coming from the auditorium. SOMEvampire needed to learn to put his sheet music away when he was finished.)

At least the place was clean? No spiders ANYwhere!

*Crash*BOOM*Clang*

... "'Boom'?"

bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com

Drac had spent most of the week since talking to Jono working on business. For the Boards, for his hotel back in Transylvania, and for the current big problem in his life... preparing the best birthday party ever for his daughter's 118th birthday later this year!

Okay, so most of his week had been spent on that last one. Apparently some one else had booked one of the acts that he wanted at the party and was being particularly nasty about it. Which meant that Drac was back to square one for day two of the party.

So tonight Drac was sitting on the stage at the theatre, taking his frustrations out on his new guitar. He spent some time with a few of the tunes he remembered, then brought out the sheet music he'd picked up at Jono's the other day. He set it in a swirl of purple magic in front of him and began picking out the chords.

There were no windows inside the auditorium and the zombie staff knew better than to disturb him, so Drac was going to stay and practice until he didn't want to anymore.

[open!]

bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com

Drac's Christmas present dropped onto the lid of his coffin with a thunk that woke him easily. Of course it didn't hurt that he had only been asleep a few hours. What did hurt was the unexpected bone crunching hug it had given him when he'd opened his coffin to see what the thunk had been.

"Dad! Merry Christmas!"

"Mouse?!"

----

Drac had decided overnight that the island had needed a real Christmas party, so now with Mavis' help he headed to the Boards to give it just that.

The Theatre was decorated gaily. Outside it was bright lights and colour and sparkle, courtesy of the zombies (Mavis had designed and supervised it). The interior had been left to Drac and was warm and woodsy, the grand lobby was filled with candles and trees and there was lots of food and mulled wine... a bit old fashioned, but the Vampire was a romantic at heart.

At one side of the lobby, a small guitar was sitting against the wall in case anyone wanted to perform a few carols. Ocassionally Drac would look longingly towards it, yes.

Moving past the lobby, the zombie actors were enjoying the freedom to put on a panto or two. Or at least that was what Drac was trying to convince himself they were doing. Anyone wanting to join would be heartily welcomed.

Possibly with actual hearts, depending on the zombie. The management apologizes.

The doors of the theatre were wide open and the marquee read:

Free admission
celebrate with
music and food and friends

[open all day. Slow play, handwavy, messy, etc. I am AFK most of the day, but enjoy :)]

bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com

Drac was a little out of sorts.

The carols, both the good ones and the terrible not so good ones, the images of past Christmasses (and Drac had a lot of those) and then the visions of future ones (he apparently had quite a few of those, too) had him missing his home and his "Little Mouse" more than usual. After some ~~moping about~~ stoic wandering around the office, Drac gave in. A few moments searching and he found an old guitar in the back rooms of the Theatre and spent some time fixing and then tuning it. Once it was at least suitable - and didn't he wish Jonothon kept normal hours so that he could go and get one that was actually decent - Drac sat outside the theatre and sang old folksongs and carols in various languages into the night.

DECENT folksongs and carols, Island.

It wasn't exactly the same as celebrating the holidays back home, but music always did make him feel better.

Between all his years of traveling and then all the visitors to his Hotel, Drac had a large repertoire to choose from, so he would be out for a while and chances were good that some were familiar to anyone passing by.

Plus, well... he loved singing.

[Open but I am gonna be AFK a lot!]

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The lights were on at The Boards, and the doors were open, but instead of a dapper vampire at the door, visitors would be met by a set of ropes and poorly written (mostly gauged) signs that guided them through the front of the house, past the box office (manned by a zombie missing both ears, so speak up), and into the auditorium.

On stage today was a rather, uh, interesting piece that the zombie actors had been secretly working on for a while now: a Shakespearean interpretation of Beckett's variation (with a smattering of Chekov's half-finished revision) of Sophocles' response to a Euripides' play...

Yeah. Drac had forbidden them to even bring it up in his presence.

But Drac was off-island, back home throwing an extravaganza to end all extravaganzas (until next year, of course) for Mavis' 17th birthday, so...

[Open!]

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It was bad enough he couldn't remember who he was or where he was. But to wake up and figure out he was TRAPPED IN A COFFIN?! He'd passed out.

When he'd woken again, it had taken what seemed like forever to yell his fool head off and then scratch his way out of said coffin... to find himself in a very nice office and not buried six-feet underground. Not that he wasn't grateful, of course, it just didn't seem to make any SENSE.

He had puttered around the room and then a few of the others on the same floor, trying to find something that would help him figure out what he was doing there, why he'd been in a coffin... and yeah, who he even was. He found lots of papers in a desk drawer that, what he could read of them since they were in some really weird handwriting as well as in a different language! mentioned a theatre? Which made sense with all the scripts and props and things he'd also found. Didn't help answer the question of who he was or why he'd been sealed in a casket, but it was one less mystery at least.

The noises he heard downstairs, when he'd finally found the staircase, still had him slightly concerned, though. It was this late at night and there was so much banging and grunting and shouting? Hmm. Maybe it would be best to stay where he was until daylight... He'd eaten some of the food he'd found in the office next door and crashed out on a rather large chair in there (he hadn't wanted to go back to the office with the coffin). The next morning, he cleaned up in a bathroom and fiddled with his outfit as best as he could figure out (so COMPLICATED!) and when he seemed dressed enough to still be acceptable in public, he made his way downstairs.

He managed to avoid the very odd looking people moving about the theatre and found his way to the door. Finally! Freedom! He could escape and find some hospital or something and get some help! Surely someone would know who he was and why he'd been held prisoner in such a weird place!

He checked again and then made a dash for the main door. It gave some slight resistance but another tug had it open and he ran outside into the sunlight.

It wasn't until he reached the center of the street that he realized he was on fire.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

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Welcome back to the Black Swan Theatre.

Where The Screen Door was still on stage and, amazingly, the cast had not changed from the previous evening; none of the young ladies had gone missing in the night.

This, coupled with the general good mood of the Count today, made the actors relaxed and happier than they had been since the company had arrived in this strange little town.

Poor silly children, chuckled the Count as he sat in his office reviewing ledgers. He'd had a very pleasant night and the noises of the House that penetrating even this dark sanctuary today couldn't turn his spirits. There are far worse things awaiting...

He would be hungry again tonight, after all.

[The Boards is still the Black Swan Theatre. Come see the play or chat with the Count]

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Unlike many of its fellow theatres, the Black Swan had resisted the modern trend of changing over to a 'movie house'. Unfortunately it had also resisted that whole 'air conditioned' trend as well.

Welcome to the Black Swan Theatre.

One of the finest stage theatres this side of the Atlantic. Especially if you ask the mysterious foreign Count who owned it. Which you could only do if you could find him. For some reason, the handsome and charming man rarely appeared before evening, even if there were early shows playing.

And speaking of shows, this weekend the Swan was still running, The Screen Door. Though for the third time this run there were changes in the leading ladies. Odd how many female company members seemed to disappear when they came to play at the Swan.

[The Boards is now the Black Swan Theatre. Still a stage theatre, just very luxurious. Enjoy the show!]

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Drac had the windows repaired and most of the internal damage the zombie staff had done was corrected. Enough so that at least he could now sit down and look at a calendar and make an attempt at scheduling a play.

Behind closed doors, of course. The zombies had caught him with a script earlier in the week and the whole rest of the day had been them following him around 'auditioning'. Despite his very loud declaratons that he was only cleaning out the files.

So today, Drac was definitely behind closed doors. Trying really really hard to ignore the ocassional sounds coming from the rest of the theatre.

"Verily, tis unharmed, Count!"

... It kind of reminded him of when Mavis was learning to fly, actually.

[Open for Drac interaction, zombies, and PINKIES!!]

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When had Drac ever been such a bad manager? He was just extremely glad that Mavis was not here to see how bad he had let things become.

The company that he had RENTED the zombie actors from had determined that they could not accept the return of some of the RENTED zombies because they had been opened. Drac had no idea how he had been expected to prevent the zombies from opening each other during a play about MURDERS (especially since they were very stupid zombies) but he was now the proud owner of several very stupid zombies.

"..."

Sorry. Very stupid actooor zombies.

It had taken him a while to convince them, but Drac now had the zombies dressed appropriately and working around the theatre as staff.

"..."

Sorry. Acting around the theatre as staff.

Drac hadn't exactly lied to them. After all, one never knew! Perhaps someday he actually would put on a play about the workings of a grand theatre in a small town and need actors who really understood their parts?

Yeeeeah. Drac was just hoping that they didn't destroy the place before he could figure out how to send them away.

[The boards is open! Honest!]

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Do not ask Drac why the Boards had not actually opened Friday. Or Saturday. He will not tell you, he will not discuss it, and luckily there were no witnesses.

When he was finally able to get himself to the theatre it was just before dawn on Sunday. He was greeted by nothing but complaints from the troupe of zombie actors. Apparently they had performed, both days, to an empty house.

"Well of course no one came to see the play... you didn't open the doors!" Drac was seriously reconsidering hiring zombies.

So. Sunday morning found Drac wandering around town and putting up NEW posters announcing that the play would again be performed tonight.

And now the doors were open and ushers were ready to escort people to their seats for the zombie performance of Amleth.

[aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!]

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Drac had received a rather large delivery of boxes and opened the first one... and was now arguing with the contents.

Apparently the zombie inside the box was an ACTor and didn't do manual labour, even if that meant the show couldn't go on because his fellow actors were still in their boxes.

Drac was ~~Drac~~ ~~a Count~~ ~~the boss~~ the one who had hired the troupe, and didn't feel it was his job to open the other boxes either.

... This was going to take a while.

At least Drac had approved the draft from the printers and the ads for the play would be arriving by Monday:

TEXT: The Tragedy of Amleth, presented by the original players, Friday, June 6th and Saturday June 7th, courtesy of The Boards Theatre, 2 Black Swan Drive, (tele) 555-JBRD.

[clicky!]

[The Boards can be open if you want- I am still on SP for a few more days. Just a few more, guys. Promise!]

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Now that word had been sent back to him that Mavis had his Hotel back in hand (and the hot-headed Quasimodo had been convinced not to quit because of it), Drac was finally able to sit back and muse over the disaster he had made of the Theatre: there had been no performance the entire semester, and he was running behind for the summer season.

Drac was not a happy Vampire.

So it was that Drac was on the phone calling his suppliers back home and making arrangements for a rather large shipment. The Boards needed a play, and Drac was going to make sure it got a play.

Anyone visiting today would find Drac in and tending to various theatre things. Including writing letters of apology to Jonothon, Mr Kirby, and Ms Malikov.

[open for SP, but no OCD]

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Drac was pacing the floor of the stage at the Boards. Yes, he was still working there. He just wasn't really working on theatre things at the moment.

Hanging around the stage were various maps of Eastern Europe, some even slightly modern, as well as blueprints and floor plans of what looked like a giant castle. Demonstrating levels of witchcraft heretofore unseen in the Dracula family line, Mavis had performed arcane rituals upon his ~~iPad~~ electric picture frame that resulted in a constant display of news and weather updates for the trans-Carpathian region as he paced.

"Frank has the Vila convention in this wing, and the Kappa wedding party is due in a few days." Drac raised an eyebrow at his daughter, who was calmly taking notes. "They shouldn't be in the same wing. Why?"

Mavis rolled her eyes. "Because sticking a bunch of ghost girls who all died before their wedding nights just down the hall from the world's rowdiest bachelor party would be the biggest buzzkill since the last time that guy with the hockey mask rented a room?"

( That... would be one way to put it, yes. )

[Establishy, but the lights are on at the Boards! Co-written with

callmemavy, if you had any doubts ;)]

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"You are still here," Drac rounded a corner and found the woman still in the lobby. "Ms Akatsutsumi?"

"I'm not leaving until he shows up." The redheaded woman lowered the script she was reading to give him what was probably supposed to be an intimidating look, except Drac had been married. Oh, and he was a vampire. "I told you that." And she had. When she'd shown up. Hours ago.

"Jonothon doesn't always come in, as I mentioned earlier. He's only working sound on this production; being here for casting isn't necessary."

The woman shrugged and went back to reading the script. "It's Jono. He'll be here; he loves this place."

AAAAUGH. "Have you tried contacting him directly?" Drac was so tempted to rub his face in frustration, but he kept his Service Smile and simply ducked his head as he continued past and resumed setting up for the day.

The woman's eyes rolled. "I've texted him, like, a hundred times."

"And visited his music store?"

"I'll go there later, if I don't find him here." She looked back up at him, this time with a curious look on her face. "Hey, do you know why weird things are happening on the island?"

Drac raised an eyebrow as he set the poster in the window. "Because it's the island?" Yes. He'd now lived here long enough that was actually an answer.

"That's... actually an answer, I guess."

3rd Casting Call for Sour Grapes Of Death

One year ago, Robert Killingsworth bought the farm. Six months later, he was dead, leaving his widow Elizabeth to tend to their fledgling vineyard and winery on the outskirts of California’s wine country.

With mounting debts and no idea how to run a business, Elizabeth is desperate to sell the farm and recoup her losses. The fierce drought and shaky economy, however, have left Killingsworth Farm on the market for far too long.

One autumn day, seven people passed through the gates of Killingsworth Farm to see Elizabeth. One of them, Detective Yu discovers, is the last person Elizabeth ever sees.

AUDITIONS OPEN

Come in and audition!

No seriously. Audition. He has only two parts cast.

[AU and AU!NPC auditioners welcome! Play with Momo or Drac! Slow play as I am at work and then personal errands until later tonight EST]

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Drac was milling about, humming to himself happily. He had no idea why, but for some reason he was in a good mood. Maybe today he would get the rest of the parts for the play cast!

Well before the sun's rays hit the theatre, Drac had the NOW AUDITIONING signs back up and the doors unlocked...

2nd Casting Call for Sour Grapes Of Death

One year ago, Robert Killingsworth bought the farm. Six months later, he was dead, leaving his widow Elizabeth to tend to their fledgling vineyard and winery on the outskirts of California’s wine country.

With mounting debts and no idea how to run a business, Elizabeth is desperate to sell the farm and recoup her losses. The fierce drought and shaky economy, however, have left Killingsworth Farm on the market for far too long.

One autumn day, seven people passed through the gates of Killingsworth Farm to see Elizabeth. One of them, Detective Yu discovers, is the last person Elizabeth ever sees.

AUDITIONS OPEN

Come in and audition!

No seriously. Audition. He has only two parts cast. ~~Two. Two parts. Ah ah ahhhh~~

[AU and AU!NPC auditioners welcome! Slow play as I am at work and then personal errands until later tonight EST]

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"Now it's linens?! How can we be out of linens, Frank. I don't... I don't understand that." Drac rubbed his forehead as he paced the office floor and spoke into the phone. "It's a hotel. We have extra extra spare linens."

Well, that was actually because Drac was OCD, but he believed it was Status: Hotel, Normal.

He listened a moment, nodding. "Yes. Yes, I see. The Bog monster family reunion does usually run us out of clean..."

...

"Oh." More nodding. "...Wait, what? Why would a poltergeist convention ruin the rest of the... A costume ball?!" Drac's face went slack and he facepalmed. "Of course. No, you couldn't have known they would all dress up as ghosts. No, we can't very well use them! They have holes in them! No. I'll call and order more linens. No, you're not fired. I'm just..."

FREAKING OUT!!! WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HIS HOTEL?!?

"concerned about things. No, Frank; other things. Right. I will call you later with more information."

And so, there was an emotionally distraught vampire in the theatre hiding his twitchyness about the mess his poor poor hotel was becoming in his absence by checking inventory and ~~OCD-ing~~ puttering about.

Oh, and despite all the troubles ~~his mun~~ he was having, he finally had signs up that auditions were open:

Casting Call for Sour Grapes Of Death

One year ago, Robert Killingsworth bought the farm. Six months later, he was dead, leaving his widow Elizabeth to tend to their fledgling vineyard and winery on the outskirts of California’s wine country.

With mounting debts and no idea how to run a business, Elizabeth is desperate to sell the farm and recoup her losses. The fierce drought and shaky economy, however, have left Killingsworth Farm on the market for far too long.

One autumn day, seven people passed through the gates of Killingsworth Farm to see Elizabeth. One of them, Detective Yu discovers, is the last person Elizabeth ever sees.

AUDITIONS OPEN

Come in and audition!

[OCD minimal because I am brain dead and Drac doesn't know what he's doing. AU and AU!NPC auditioners welcome!]

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Drac was done! The play was chosen - a mystery that was modern enough, short, a little bit of humour, not too gory, and not convoluted in plot. The cast size was even just about right for the Boards! All he needed now was the players...

He stared at the poster he'd drawn up to announce rehearsals...

...

...

Perhaps Jonothon knew of an artist who could draw up a poster.

[Establishy... of a sort! See below!]

( ----OOC---- )

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It was the happiest day of their lives. The day they would pull a beautiful scam and get presents. Also, wear matching red dresses.

The marquee on the Boards read:

CECIL / KENZI NUPTIALS, 1:30 PM
Welcome Fandom!
Please place your presents next to the cake table

[ooc: Posted with Drac's permission! Come one, come all! OCD up ~~in a sec.~~ now!]

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As much as he wanted to stay in his coffin and not even THINK about what was happening to him, Drac was a bit too much of a control freak to allow the Boards to go untended. Who knew WHAT would happen if he wasn't there!

So he'd gathered up his things and changed into a bat (A LADY BAT, TOO? WAS NOTHING SACRED??) and made his way as stealthily as he could to the theatre.

He was now holed up in his office making final arrangements for the play he would HOPEFULLY be announcing and holding auditions for soon.

Once he was his normal self again, of course.

[open and OCD freeeeeeeee]

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Much as Jono wanted to, he couldn't hide away in Kaeleer forever. It wasn't just that he had responsibilities back on the island, though that did play a part in his return to Fandom. It was also that he just didn't have it in him to keep avoiding the looks of curious Glacians who kept trying to equate the younger, narrower, fire-ravaged face before them with the broad figure he'd cut just a few weeks ago- the face of the General who had helped lead the Queen's army to their hard-won victory and who had done all in his power to protect the North with just his wits, a few members of the Blood, and a pack of landens.

At least on the island, his face wasn't such a curiosity. There were more than a few people who were familiar with it, or who had seen stranger. And he couldn't leave Dracula to cat-sitting forever, either. He'd been planning to return to the island far sooner than he had, after all.

But, once he stepped into the Boards again for the first time in weeks and the first time in a lifetime all at the same time, he couldn't help the twisting feeling in his chest, heavy and stifling in spite of the cat winding desperately around his ankles and the fact that there really wasn't much chest left to have a twisting feeling in.

He'd come back with end-of-year paperwork and preparations for 2014 in mind. Something productive to drown himself in until everything seemed a little less imposing. Instead, he found himself sitting in his office, staring at the top of his desk, playing the Strange Days album by The Doors a little too loud and trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was the proud owner of a stage that he'd never feel quite up to standing on ever again.

//I can't do this.//

[OOC: Open!]

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