Fandom Island and Town

There were worse ways to wake up, Jono supposed, than in a warm bed with a happy-looking cat curled up on his feet. At least, generally, there were. But mornings that looked good at a glance tended to have him suspicious. Call it paranoia if you wanted to, a result of the status being not so quo as he was told it once had been. Jono preferred to think of it as 'having a survival instinct.' One didn't ally oneself with Magneto's cause and survive for very long by taking unnecessary risks, after all.

Particularly not with individuals like Colossus and Shadowcat doing the training.

It hadn't taken much, at least, for Jonothon to ascertain that the building wasn't harbouring a mess of booby traps, and he'd even found the fridge more or less stocked with food that hadn't gone green in places it wasn't supposed to be. Good. He hadn't really wanted to end up eating the cat if he found himself getting hungry, after all. He made a note of that, and decided that the - it looked like a theatre, some remnant from back when the world apparently made some measure of sense - would make a decent home base to return to, if nothing else, provided he couldn't figure out where the hell he was before he needed to sleep again. There was a castle out there, he'd noticed it through the kitchen window while rummaging for food, but it was most certainly not the one he was familiar with, the one that was tucked away in the middle of the Colorado Rockies.

The other members of Generation Next, wherever the hell they were at, would definitely get a kick out of this place.

Jono, however, was mostly getting a kick out of the acoustic guitar that he'd come across downstairs, obviously lovingly tended to and sitting on a stand by an office door. He'd had one of these things as a young boy, back when his granddad would tell him stories of a world before Apocalypse had assumed control of everything, but civilization had gone to hell so quickly that he'd never really had time to get very good at it. He wasn't much good with it, obviously. That sort of thing tended to go to the wayside when you didn't touch it for a good decade or so. But that wasn't going to stop him from taking a few moments before setting out to explore just to stand against the wall and try to remember where his fingers were supposed to go in order to make something a little more like music and a little less like noise.

... It was slow going.

[OOC: Open! Jono is himself, but from Marvel's Age of Apocalypse AU! He won't stick around the Boards for long today, so feel free to mod the Boards for your own nefarious purposes for the rest of the weekend if you want to.]

Upon the miraculous appearance of little Angelo-nee-Jims, Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and formerly ridiculously wealthy priest-in-training ex-rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, once heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, estranged leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and recently stripped of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke... had felt a stroke of inspiration. If asked, he'd say that he was merely acting out the will of God, who had smiled upon him yesterday, letting him join the priesthood and take young Jims Angelo under his watchful eye.

But really, Jonothon just didn't want to risk losing his own bed and property when he made his poverty vows. He was still very new to this priesthood thing, and looking properly tormented all the time was difficult to do attractively when you didn't get enough sleep.

Either way, Fandom Island now had an orphanage on it, as was right and proper on weekends such as these. After all, there really wasn't any shortage of illegitimate lovechildren being passed about, was there? And this way, they could be raised properly, without the influence of sex, drugs, and illicit sushi to guide them away from the right path in life.

Rock and roll was still on the table, though.

[Open orphanage is open!]