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There was a tradition on Fandom Island, for Pride. The island herself upheld it every year thus far, making a beautiful rainbow arc across the sky for the whole of the weekend. This year was no different; a rainbow, in full colour, reached up and stretched itself clear across the sky, and as it did so, a brilliant blue crept across the sky with it, and then down, until the blue touched the tips of the trees and green started to spread out, as well.

By the time the rainbow had finished his arc across the sky, the entire island was in beautiful, vibrant colour again, just in time for the parade.

Like last year, the parade itself was to start on the Causeway, follow Griffin Lane to Galactica Drive, Serendipity Place, Godiva Street, back onto Serendipity until it turned into Loon, then Chimera. Then one final turn onto Apocalypse before ending up at the Park, where there would be a picnic shortly after!

The weather was great, the island was bright, and there was no small amount of Pride today! Time for a parade!

[OOC: Open Post, Open Pride!]

furnaceface

Things were normal today.

Normal today, of course, with the exception of the talking kitten that Jonothon had brought with him to work, but when the alternative had been the Capital Wasteland, well, Jono really had nothing to complain about in the least. After all, he adored his dumb little cat. Even when she was utterly baffling.

After all, she seemed to be encouraging the stereo.

//Really, luv?//

"But I like it! It's happy!"

//... I suppose it is that.//

"And it should be happy!"

//That so, Sunshine?//

"Yeah!"

//... Then I suppose happy, it shall be.//

And that was how they wound up listening to children's songs for Jonothon's entire shift. But at least the Now Hiring sign had found its way to the window sometime before Joni had big-sad-kitten-eyed him into pulling out his guitar and playing along. With the entire. Best of the Wiggles alum.

"Yummy yummy yummy yummy fruit salaaaaad!"

And here Jono had sort of been hoping Joni would want to sing Big Yellow Taxi or something, instead.

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

Another week, just like any other week, really. Jono had been home and back already this weekend, taught a few classes at the school in New York, and a heart-to-heart with a student who wanted to be moved to his team, because of course teams were a thing they were doing now.

Spent most of his spare time yesterday just hanging out with Lee and Shogo.

Bloody hell, but he was fond of that kid. Even when the lad pulled his scarf off out in the middle of Central Park. And, fine, there had been an attempted attack on the school by armed radicals, too, but by this point that was just so normal it was barely worth noting.

In any case, it was good to be back on the island, and he was settling behind the counter with a guitar, a 'NOW HIRING' sign in the window.

Nice, relaxed Sunday.

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

Why.

Why was this Jonothon's life?

Whyyyy was his stereo refusing to play anything but classic country today? Not that Jonothon had anything against Johnny Cash or Hank Williams, but after the umpteenth hour of steel guitars and songs about pickup trucks, he really did just want to beat his forehead against a wall for a while. Maybe blissful unconsciousness would save him...

In any case, the Groovy Tunes was open, and the stereo was bent on warning mamas to not let their babies grow up to be cowboys.

[OOC: Open!]

intraspective

Given the completely lukewarm reaction she'd gotten from Zack over text, Iris had taken the hint and not even bothered to go, well, it wasn't home, but to the apartment over the Boards. She hadn't really slept either, having headed over to her (her?) shop to inspect what was going on there.

The reality of it was a far cry from her memories, which confused her until she realized that, having been gone so long… well, it was really amazing there was anything to sell in the shop at all.

Maybe she'd give her minion a raise?

It was something to mull over in the wee hours of the night as she rolled up her sleeves and fell to weeding and inspecting all of her plants in what was, really, quite an impressive greenhouse for them. By the time dawn hit, she'd flipped the sign to open, shoved everything that wasn't her stuff down near the corner of shame (she appreciated the work that had gone into it, but really, she was going to have to teach her minion better) and was at work creating everything she'd need to do a full re-stock.

She'd have to talk to Zack at some point, and soon, but for the moment Iris was fine giving him his space.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

[And OCD free!]

hernando_fuentes

The puddle of children had woken in the morning and asked to go to the park. After feeding them - and shooing the teenager out of his kitchen so he could have the privilege of making breakfast - Hernando walked them all to the park.

The children knew the way and it wasn't that Hernando was any sort of helicopter parent except yes, perhaps today a little bit, he was. Sparkle was making a quick dash into town to put a 'closed today on account of children' sign on the door of his store but planned to join them later.

Hernando had packed an entire antique picnic basket full of food and snacks and put Quinn to work hauling a rolling cooler behind them. The children had acted as if this were a usual thing and that made Hernando smile a bit. Abney was wearing the folded picnic blanket as a superhero cape and was running ahead with her arms out, making zooming plane noises.

There was way more food than the children would need, even if one was a growing teenager. To his rueful chagrin, Hernando found that the store had decided to help when he spread the blanket out and began to unpack. The basket never seemed to empty. He set out only enough plates of sandwiches and baskets of fruit for the moment and let the children go run. There were thermoses of tea and sodas and waters in the cooler as well.

Once free of her superhero cape, Abney lead the way to the playground and commenced burning off the energy. Quinn was more interested in reading a book but he, too, occasionally joined his sister in playing.

[Open park with picnic food! Come let the kids play together!]

always_someone

This year, Student Council had gone for the most empowering theme they could come up with. Be strong! Be glamorous! Be a Glamazon!

And they would have gotten away with it too, if not for that pesky pollen making for some last-minute revisions to the decorating. The glitter was a staple, the glitter was fine, and so there was plenty of that to go around. But the Greek statues that had been set up tastefully around the Community Center had all in one fell swoop started to seem decidedly less tasteful, and so in a fit of panic, Student Council had dressed each and every one of them up...

... in lingerie.

At least it was glittery lingerie? Though the end result did seem a little less Ancient Greece and a little more Rocky Horror than had previously been intended.

Glamazons, guys!

[Arrive/Mingle | Photographer | Food & Punch | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Prom Court | OOC]

furnaceface

The island was doing that thing again.

That thing where dozens of unfamiliar minds seemed to step in to overlay and then scrub out old familiar ones, and if Jonothon hadn't been living here long enough to have fallen victim to this bit of weirdness before himself, he'd be absolutely freaking the hell out about it right now.

Instead, he was going in to work. He'd contemplated wrapping up, to at least potentially spare the new-if-temporary island residents a little bit of stress, but he decided against it.

Mostly because he was curious. So sue him.

Anyhow, the music shop was open, and Jonothon was settling in behind the counter to play his guitar.

[ooc: Open!]

furnaceface

Jonothon had had mixed feelings on Thursday when, in the wake of the random shifting, his last shift from fire-to-face-to-blue-to-woman-to-face-to-fire had left him... well. On fire.

On the one hand? On fire. Everything that meant.

On the other hand? No more waiting for the other shoe to drop. And it would have dropped eventually. It always did. At least this way he didn't have to traumatize any X-kids back home by getting into a fight and blowing his damn face off to protect them.

So, from where he stood, he just about broke even. Or that was at the very least the face he was going to wear for the world as he settled in with his guitar in the music shop and started to play.

The world kept on turning.

Always did.

[OOC: Open!]

uncertain_dume

Kanan and Jack had decided that what they really needed in their lives was more sparring. That hadn't even been a result of today's strangeness- they'd made that call back on Sunday. And while they could have used the warehouse, the park really seemed to offer a much more open playing ground to spar on, and Kanan had been meaning to come back here once the weather got better.

The weather... wasn't really better. It was cold, but it was supposed to warm up later in the day, and that was close enough, right?

Anyway, he finished walking his dog, and then he made his way to the park. Where he waited. Impatiently.

While glaring at a duck.

It knew what it did.

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

Jonothon came in to work today, half-expecting the stereo to get itself stuck on some sort of 'celtic fiddles' situation, which he'd already resolved to tolerate as need be. It would just be one day of it. He could cope.

Nope.

Bono.

He lasted roughly an hour before unplugging the stereo, undoing all the hook-ups, marching it all the way downstairs, and locking it in the decently soundproofed recording studio, there.

And then he spent the rest of the day with his guitar, making his own damn music, thank you very much.

[OOC: open!]

furnaceface

It was completely, utterly quiet in the Groovy Tunes today, to Jono's mild frustration. He'd come in thinking he would pull out his guitar, play for a while, maybe even do some writing, but he couldn't even get his footfalls to sound against the floor, never mind the sound of music itself. A quick glance around the room revealed signs that the Silence was back. Either that, or the squirrels had been making themselves more at home in the rafters than was their usual wont.

He supposed he ought to be grateful. If everything was silent today, then he couldn't hear whatever it was that the stereo had taken upon itself to try to play on repeat, today.

[OOC: Open!]

spectre_alenko

It sure had been a pair of weeks. Iceland had been nice and relaxing and then they'd come back to the island. Where everything seemed to have gone wrong for several of his friends. Strangely - and it shouldn't have been but yet there it was - it wasn't random island occurrences, it was mainland things in all cases. Jack had gone on a trip to New York to work her stress off and he was proud of her. She'd done it constructively and thoughtfully and without fatalities in her wake and that was definitely progress. She'd taken Sparkle's feelings into account and adapted her behavior to accommodate and that was a pretty huge step. A hopeful one.

Kaidan went for a run to clear his head. It wasn't doing all that much good. Thought about doing his own trolling for muggers but just now that didn't seem like the best plan in the world even if it would have been pretty darn cathartic. He ran the stairs for awhile until he worked up a good muscle burn and then went for a slower jog through the trails in the park.

Thought about calling Kanan and finding out what his plans for the weekend were and, if he didn't yet have any, suggesting they go find something to do. Bad life choices seemed to be the name of the game this week and he had a few reasons to want some of his own. Yet, because his brain was contrary, he also wanted .. downtime. Quiet. Calm. Something productive and not fueled by adrenaline and stress. Which was why he hadn't made the call yet and wasn't sure he would.

For now, he ran, letting his brain do its thing while his feet took him along the paths on autopilot.

[Open]

biotic_psychotic

Wednesday happened this week and Jack took herself in to Devil's Nest before it could disappear. Tiny smirked and opened his mouth to comment but she held up a warning finger. "I'm in a mood and it could go either good or bad. Do you really want to fucking push me right now?"

Tiny shut his mouth with an audible snap and fished out the keys to the store room for her. Jack took those and a notepad and the lone pen that hadn't yet been stolen by patrons and went to do inventory. She liked the store room. It was quiet and dark and full of booze. All her favorite places were.

Inventory was done and the slip put in the register. Tiny was up on a ladder hanging decorations. Jack squinted up at them. "What the fuck are you doing?" "It's Valentine's Day tomorrow," Tiny said a little defensively, "I'm setting the mood!" He was hanging red cardboard hearts from the ceiling. Jack eyed them and grunted. At least they were anatomically correct hearts.

The latest DJ swanned on in. Well. That was certainly a look. She was done in a dress of red and black with so many petticoats she looked like a Barbie cake. Jack watched her march into the DJ booth and set up. This should be interesting.

A little bit surprised when the music started playing. It was all female vocalists in a range of musical styles. Everything from Juice Newton's Queen of Hearts to Rihanna's S&M. Jack leaned back against the counter behind the bar. Had to admit to herself that she was a little impressed at the DJ's attitude.

[Devil's Nest is Open!]

spectre_alenko

It had been a helluva weekend and then Monday had happened. Kaidan needed to relax so he grabbed a towel and his swimsuit and headed to the Onsen for some quality soak time.

It was quiet when he got there. He had the pool to himself for the moment so he slipped in and leaned back against the rocks to soak. A small towel, one of the ones supplied, was dipped in the warm water, folded and dropped across his upper face.

His mind was still kind of processing but one of the things causing him some stress was a lack of check-in.

Laying there in the water, he sent out a tentative mental knock. "Jono? You up?"

[Onsen is Open!]

furnaceface

Jonothon had spent yesterday begging for quiet, and quiet hadn't come. He'd spent yesterday begging for a good many things, really. Quiet. Understanding. A nice, deep breath. Apparently none of those things were meant to be, and as much as 'burying his head under a pillow' had given him some minor placebo effect, the truth of the matter was, there were voices. They were deafening in his mind's eye. And he had no bloody clue how to escape them.

Today, he'd decided to try distance, since begging for quiet into an uncaring void hadn't seemed to work. And, to some minor degree, proximity did seem to make some difference. If he headed in one direction, the voices, the murmurs in his mind got louder, more overwhelming, like the crowd had only gotten larger still, like he was walking from a small town toward a large city.

... Which was essentially what had happened.

The other direction had made things somewhat more tolerable, the dull roar or human life shifting until it was something softer, like murmurs on the outskirts of a quiet room, and he would have kept going, except that eventually he was met with an expanse of open water set out before him, just daring him to try.

He stared at it in helpless silence for a long while, and then just took a seat right there on the beach in the snow and the rain, quietly defeated. He'd live with murmurs, then. Tolerate the cold.

He wasn't going back toward the roar.

[OOC: Open!]

spectre_alenko

It had been some time since Kaidan had run along the paths through the park. His morning run hadn't quite cut it for him today, so he found himself not so much running as sauntering. Proving at least to himself that the trees no longer caused the twitching phobia. Or, at least, not nearly to the point he couldn't just ignore it and enjoy the walk. He had a large bottle of water with him, keeping hydrated as he went.

The weather was nice. The sun was even peeking through the clouds every so often. He had no particular place to be so he just let himself wander all of the trails in turn. Mostly enjoying the weather and soaking up as much sunshine as he could. It was supposed to rain later but for now it was really quite lovely.

[Open.]

furnaceface

Some days you just needed to come in to work, settle behind the counter, pull out a guitar, and play.

That would be Jonothon today, working on writing a song that would likely never be heard outside of this shop anyway.

... Though he was occasionally casting a speculative look back toward the old theatre, contemplating that stage. Maybe...

Nah.

[OOC: Open for D&D-related SP!]

furnaceface

Another Sunday at the music shop, another day of Jonothon contemplating what the hell to do with himself in the music shop today. As it stood, the snow outside made him wonder if it was even worth coming in today, so... there was that. He supposed he could rearrange the stock, maybe take inventory. All those exciting things that he generally put off until days that were, ah, slower than average.

... Nah. Instead, he was going to just sit down by the counter with a guitar and write music. Ha. Productive use of time, accomplished.

Well. Productive by Jonothon standards, anyway.

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

Right, then. First week of the new semester was under everybody's belt, people were starting to settle in, what better time to put out the ol' NOW HIRING sign in the window than today?

... Sure, the stereo seemed to be on its old nonsense today, playing a Best of Queen album nonstop with no way of shutting it off, but given that it was Queen, just for once Jono was willing to let it slide.

Have at it, stereo. Have at it.

[OOC: Open! And with free shifts every day but Saturday!]

furnaceface

What was a mutant to do two days before the New Year when his best friend back home was pissed off at him for skipping out on Christmas?

... Well, apparently the answer to that was to go in to work, sit at the counter, and spend most of his morning sending off texts to an irritated-because-she-was-worried Jubilee, dancing around little things like the current state of his living room and instead asking how Shogo was doing today.

It worked, nominally, in that now Jubilee was sending him pictures of the little guy in the pajamas that Jono had gotten him for Christmas, the ones with the hood with the teddy bear ears, and that mostly left Jono feeling even more guilty that he hadn't made it back with Alluka in tow, in spite of extenuating circumstances on both ends.

Family was bloody complicated. It was almost enough to make a man want to-- oh, no, there he went thumping his forehead on the counter anyway.

Ah, the holidays.

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

Jono was in a pretty okay mood today. Tonight, he and Hannibal were going to be headed to New York to spend Christmas at the school - mostly with Lee and Shogo, at least from Jono's end, but it never hurt to take a little time to touch base with the students there. It was a difficult time of year for many of them, after all.

But this morning, work. Writing out cheques, doling out bonuses for his staff. Cleaning up a little bit of snowman damage at the doors. Glowering at the stereo after it played the thirtieth rendition of 'Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer' in a row, for some reason he couldn't quite put a finger on.

Holiday stuff. Good times.

[OOC: Open!]

heroic_jawline

Steve had managed to scrounge up oatmeal for everyone from somewhere and the slightly lumpy bowl of it was bubbling over the fire ~~and probably killing a part of Hannibal's soul~~. His mother, God love her, had lied and told him that the lumps were the best part because she had also been a terrible cook.

He turned around to take in the scene in the community center, then peeked out the door and saw the masses of snow and the dramatic increase in snow monsters. "Okay, everyone!" he called. "Don't go outside unless absolutely necessary. It's cold and dangerous. If you need something or know of someone who should be brought in here, talk to me, Liam, or Rosa."

Because of course Steve would be going out in the cold. He was That Guy.

heroic_jawline

Steve, bundled up in a variety of hilarious Avengers-themed winterwear (because the colder it is, the less you care), went out on patrol with his shield after Amaya's radio, making sure folks who needed to could get to the community center.

He trudged over to that building, made sure it was unlocked, stoked the fire, and then checked for stocks of food. He found fruitcake, a lot of canned things from an abandoned food drive, and no coffee at all. "Well, Tony will never come here if it's out of coffee," he muttered, heading back out into the cold and towards the sound of equipment breaking.

He'd return later.

[OOC: And here's your community center post, townies! Make yourselves at home!]

furnaceface

Jono stepped into the Groovy Tunes expecting some manner of madness around here, somewhere. What he found was... normal. Quiet. The stereo was tuning in to the radio station just fine. None of the instruments were toys or candy or turned into jingle bells or whatever.

Just... his music shop. The way it was meant to be.

He didn't trust it, but he settled in with his guitar and waited for customers anyway. Maybe eventually he'd figure out what today's holiday weirdness was. Maybe he wouldn't. He could live with two days in a row being relatively left alone, after all.

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

This weekend was very much a scarf weekend. Not a 'flames out' weekend. Not even a 'leather wrappings' weekend. The island was crawling with children who were usually more than a few years older, and so Jono was going to go the 'weather-approrpriate method of not looking like a walking nightmare' route, today.

Not that he was exactly expecting a massive influx of children to the music shop, either. But apparently the music shop itself was, if the way it was set up with brightly-colourd toy instruments was any indication.

//Awright, then,// he muttered, and then turned on the stereo, only to be met with the bright and bubbly chorus of the opening song from Ready, Steady, Wiggle. //It's a bloody good thing I like children.//

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, woo.

Jonothon shook his head and took a seat behind the counter. Sigh.

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

So, there was a guy on fire at the park, feeding the ducks. As you do when you're on fire, right?

Okay, fine. With Jono, it was kind of a whole thing, which anyone who had been around long enough to see him would know by now anyway. And sure, it was snowing a little, and sure, his hands were cold, but sometimes, particularly when you needed to get the hell out of the house and away from any more looming conversations about your own potential for going out and perhaps totally hypothetically killing a stranger in cold blood to fill some sort of primal violent tendency that your husband was convinced was still lurking deep down in spite of the fact that it had never really belonged there in the first place...

He was feeding the bloody ducks.

And he'd probably be there for a while. Jonothon had a lot of thinking (and maybe a little avoiding) to do.

[OOC: Open park, guy on fire will totally share the bread for the ducks, it isn't like he's gonna eat it.]

furnaceface

Jono was quiet today. Thoughtful. The Silence had wandered off overnight, which suited him well enough. It meant that the two minutes of quiet that he observed around eleven that morning were two minutes of his own making, not something forced upon him by some squirrelly little thing.

He had a lot to mull over on days like these, between losses back home and Karla's war. He'd contemplated simply not coming in to work today at all, but employees still needed to be paid, and he'd be just as likely to get lost in his own head here as anywhere, anyhow.

Considering all the things his head had been through over the course of his life, there was almost a sort of defiance simply in being able to sit in silence and remember.

[OOC: Open!]

spectre_alenko

Kaidan went for a run to clear his head. He'd been pouring over data until his eyes had crossed. Liara had sent another email as well. Time to run and let his brain run the background processes some more.

Friday was going to come all too soon. He'd already started packing. He had stopped shaving to let the scruff develop and partly the running was to keep himself from scratching his face off. Two day stubble was the worst.

He was also worried on several fronts, about several people in several realities, and he knew that if he sat at home it would just cycle into a big stew inside his head. Like if it couldn't actively think about the bigger problem, his mind would obsessively think about much smaller ones in the same data-chewing manner. It was what it did. It was a pattern he was trying to change.

So he ran along the beach. It was mostly pebbles in this area but that was what he wanted. Things shifting underfoot, no certain balance. Having to correct the motion of his body instantly with every step he took to find stability, stay upright, continue the forward momentum.

That could be said about a lot of things he was doing, really, but right now.. he was running. Not letting his mind think about anything in the forefront. Background processes doing their thing. Endorphins keying up to do their thing.

It was oddly peaceful. The sun hadn't risen yet but there was enough light reflecting off the water that he could see just fine.

[Open. Hernando's thread canonically last.]

furnaceface

Jono walked into the Groovy Tunes and was met with utter and absolute silence.

His brow furrowed and he made his way over to the stereo, turning it on, and listening for a minute.

Yup. Silence.

A moment of looking around revealed the culprit, the dark little creature that was camped out in the rafters, absorbing all sound. He eyed it speculatively for a few moments, and then shrugged and took a seat by the till. Suit yourself, Silence. Jono would just pull out his phone and play a game or something instead.

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

Jono was squinting at the stereo again.

It seemed to only be playing old television and movie themes, today. Which was... fine. Sure, he could handle a little Galaxy Quest and Mister What in his day if that's what it was feeling. But it seemed strange, anyway.

Ah well, it was still an improvement from The Wiggles. He'd take it.

[OOC: Open with Extreme Con Slowplay warning! Probably won't get back to pings until this evening!]

sharp_man

Hannibal's husband was back to himself, so Hannibal was on his own in his office this week, no viper wrapped around him or hiding in his pocket.

At least it would be safe for any patients who showed up that were afraid of snakes.

And in between ~~NPC~~ patients, he had time to catch up on more paperwork. It was a mystery to him how there was so much on this island, but somehow it never seemed to end.

The doctor was in!

[Open post, no OCD! Any therapy is NFB.]

imafuturist

The Onsen was decorated in tastefully gender neutral pastel greens and yellows with a sign directing guests of the shower to where they were meant to go. And, for a change, the island wasn't doing something strange to mess up a party!

...no one point out that just saying that was jinxing things. Just go on in and enjoy the party, hoping that no nefarious brotherhood of evil anythings showed up.

furnaceface

Ah, visitors' weekend. Full of all the delight and drama of... basically every other weekend on the island, if Jono was being completely honest. Lee had been occupied with the students and with Shogo back in New York this weekend and so she'd had to decline Jono's invitation. Which he understood. The fact that she'd declined it with a cheerful, "Get your skinny leather-clad butt back here and visit my kid, Starsmore," had helped cushion the blow, at least.

Which meant, whatever the case was, that he was working today rather than helping his vampiric best friend chase a toddler around the park at a brunch he couldn't partake in, which suited him well enough, he supposed. He'd thrown on a turtleneck sweater and a scarf in lieu of wrappings, since it was... well. Not cold enough to really warrant it yet, but not so hot that he'd flat-out die trying. He might get some odd looks, but not nearly as many as he would if someone from off-island were to walk into his shop for music to see a man on fire.

The stereo was doing... something... today, playing a bunch of sentimental garbage about family while Jono tried to ignore it and settled in to do paperwork instead.

//Should've taken Lee up on her invite.//

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

While the weather seemed to be on-again-off-again sputtering rain today, the island, perhaps recognizing that outdoor job fairs didn't tend to work well in the rain, had provided a large canopy in the park, under which numerous booths were neatly set up, awaiting employers to fill them. Notices had ~~handwavily~~ gone out advertising the event, and so the usual contingent of food vendors had congregated on the outskirts of the park, shaking off their summertime 'this is for Wednesday' mindset in order to provide cheap fried goods to folks who were swinging by as an excuse to get out and be social today.

There, the island had done its part. Fandom's locals were welcome to do whatsoever they pleased with it from here.

[OOC: Open! Have at it!]

furnaceface

//Went on an adventure, did you?//

The stereo sat there, looking completely unrepentant.

//Have fun at the party, did you?//

Stereo? Still just a stereo.

//Iris give you that hat, or did you find your own?//

The stereo was silent for a moment, and then started playing Party Rock Anthem.

Jono shook his head, and then went to go do some paperwork.

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

Jono came in to work today and kind of... just paused in the door.

Squinted a little.

Attempted, after a few minutes, to negotiate with the stereo.

But no, no matter what he did, the bloody thing continued to play Wiggles music. One song in particular, in fact. And while he was certain that Fruit Salad was, in fact, probably Yummy Yummy, there was only so much of the same beat, over and over, saying those same words ad nauseam that he could handle.

Especially since, even after the stereo finally gave it up and stopped playing it around noon, Jono still had it stuck in his bloody head.

Why.

[OOC: ... Going on two weeks of having it lodged in my brain, save me.]

furnaceface

All told, Jonothon was actually feeling pretty good today. The past week had seen some improvement while he'd picked up the pieces, and when he came in to work today, he was actually feeling more or less like himself. Minus... some of what had been himself for a while, granted.

Even so, he was settling in at the counter with one of the guitars, and was playing his way through as much Pearl Jam as time would allow. Because it had been far too bloody long, alright?

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

Back to the island, back to some semblance of responsibility... back to work. It had been a little too long since Jonothon had been around the Groovy Tunes, and it was showing a little, in painfully obvious ways. Behind on paperwork? Check. He was going to have to figure out currency conversions around the multiverse and mail out people's final pay to at least two former employees. Behind on placing ordes for the shop? Also check. After he was finished with the paperwork, he was going to end up running around with a clipboard and a pencil, just taking inventory.

It was fine. It was something to keep him engaged, keep him busy. His brain felt less bruised than it had been, but that only meant that this weekend, sitting idle was something he'd be quite happy to avoid doing.

[OOC: Open!]

fh_spareparts

The shadows didn't want to budge. They liked it here, and they liked their toys, and maybe they would like to reach out, sometime, and bring in more...

Because the island would let them do that, wouldn't it?

It would be oh-so-cosy.

[[ FINALE POST! ocd up. ]]

fh_spareparts

Shadows twined ever deeper into the forest, creating their own networks of darkness through a swath of grey.

The trees showed no sign of letting go.

[[ ocd up! ]]

fh_spareparts

The woods had gone still. There was a silence there, on the outside, to match the shadows within. No branches shifted. No birds sang.

Just... silence.

Without, at least.

[[ open ]]

fh_spareparts

The shadows did not come suddenly. But as the morning progressed, the leaves on the trees became a little darker, and then a little darker more, as if the sun had moved faster across the horizon than it usually did.

It was only by noon that the darkness became so obvious, so unnatural, that anyone might have noticed it. It played between the trees, it tangled itself in the branches.

And on the inside, created eternal night.

[[ ocd up! ]]

furnaceface

As was his usual Sunday ritual these days, Jonothon made his way into the music shop bright and early. He spent some time dusting, straightened the sheet music, paused to slowly and very deliberately tune the string instruments, a small black kitten playing underfoot the entire while.

Every so often, he would pause, lower his head, and put a hand to his chest. Something in there just wasn't ticking right, these days. Not a surprise, all things considered. His great granddad, god rest his soul, had warned him of the family luck long before he'd ever experienced his own taste of the family's power, but there hadn't been anything to be done about his own. Now all he could do was take things a day at a time, take care of himself as best he could, and, god willing, keep his more unique abilities to himself.

Easy enough to do when the family gift had robbed him of his words, as well.

The shop straightened out, Jonothon settled in with a violin. He'd once had a voice that would've made angels weep. These days, he settled for letting the strings sing for him, the occasional mew of the kitten making him pause and smile.

[OOC: Come in and peruse our fine selection of fine instruments and whimsical music boxes! Or visit Jonothon, if you wish. He's maybe a touch on the able-to-read-minds side, but feel free to specify if your character has mental walls up or some other such defense if you don't want him twigging on to thoughts in the narrative.]

furnaceface

Jono's twitchiness was starting to lean into an edge that he just couldn't shake, no matter how much jogging or training or playing loud music he did around the island. It was almost getting to a point where he wanted to go to the mainland just to patrol to see if anybody needed a good beatdown.

...

Now there was an idea.

So, on Jonothon's shift today, after pausing to roll his eyes a little at the note Iris had left for him about the music she'd borrowed on Tuesday, he was pulling out his phone and flinging a text off to Jubilee.

Done any good patrols for muggers lately?

Lord, he needed to throw himself at a good demonic invasion or hellish alternate future or something.

[OOC: Open!]

furnaceface

Karla's visit to the island on Friday had been excellent, but between that and his conversation with Kaidan while jogging the other day, Jono was getting to a point where he could admit that he was feeling restless. Finally making up his mind as to what to do with himself in his class had helped some, but it wasn't the sort of usefulness that had been missing, wasn't the scraping his knuckles and hauling people out of danger that his time with the X-Men and years of throwing himself into the service and protection of his friends had conditioned him to think of as being valuable.

He knew it was bullshit, that he had plenty to offer even without running headlong into danger, but the fact remained that he was quite thoroughly built for it, and sitting around contemplating guitar strings while he could be at the very least patrolling for muggers was finally starting to get to him.

He glowered quietly at his paperwork as he sorted out paycheques for his employees, thinking on his talk with Kaidan. Thinking back to the old student reserves, how it should never have been the duty of the students alone to pull together to organize for something of the sort.

He slipped into a soft psionic sigh, a sort of mental static buzz that consisted of little more than frustration, and he slumped forward to thump his forehead against the counter.

I'll fight for them, but I don't know if I'm the person for that role.

//You bastard coward, Jon,// he muttered to himself. //Then who th'hell is?//

[OOC: Open music shop! Someone's broody today.]

glacial_queen

So, all the faucets at the estate had started pouring black water this morning, causing great consternation among her staff. It was only after Nommy had declared 'it's sweet! And fizzy!' and Karla had chastised him for drinking black water that she discovered it was actually Coca-Cola.

There was only one force in the multiverse that could replace the water in the pipes with Coke and Karla took that as a message from the island that she hadn't visited in too long. And so after sending a message to Warren, who was taking his turn in Ebon Rih, Karla left the children with their older siblings and headed off to Fandom for a visit.

She'd be pissed in any other circumstance to receive what amounted to a summons of her presence, but you couldn't really argue with a sentient island made of whimsy and magic, now could you? Which was why she was sending out a text message across every social media account she had. (including several that were defunct at this point, keep up, Karla). At the Perk. Old people reunion?

[Inspired by

vdistinctive sending me this pic. Open!]

furnaceface

Because of the summer heat over the past little while, Jono had refrained from going on his morning runs, mostly because there wasn't a whole hell of a lot he could do if he happened to overheat in the process. Sure, he was full of something not unlike flame, but the burn scars around the edges of it were testament enough to the fact that he wasn't actually heat-proof. And, while he had a water bottle with him, it was more for dumping cold water on the back of his neck than it was for drinking, for obvious reasons.

He'd managed to catch a good part of the morning today, and was taking an extra long run around the island to make up for lost time, spending extra laps navigating the stairs and heading to traverse the trails at the park whenever he needed something resembling a break. It still wasn't half as intense as his training in New York would've been, but at least it would get Jubes off his case if she asked him when the last time he'd done cardio (ha) was.

He'd never admit it, but he had kind of missed this.

And it was better than brooding, Iris.

[OOC: Open streets are open! Man on fire is on fire!]

furnaceface

Contrary to popular belief, Jono wasn't brooding today.

In fact, he'd kind of embraced the opposite, taking the stupid class he was stuck for and turning it into an opportunity. For what...? He wasn't certain, yet. Maybe something leaning a little harder into proper self-care when somebody felt inclined to brood?

In any case, he'd had a few requests for music, so he was going to roll with it and spend today going through his stock for anything that might be... ah... broody enough?

Hell, he usually did his brooding in silence. Possibly outside, in the rain. This was harder than it looked.

[Open!]

intraspective

Okay, okay, Ino had maybe hired a minion and then been the absolute worst at actually opening the shop to the public. She'd been doing a lot of work behind the scenes, making sure there was always new, fresh stock and trying out new configurations and scents for autumn...

But actually opening the store? Okay, fine, she'd been slacking off on that. It was her least favourite part of owning her own shop.

Still, making an appearance now and then was probably a thing she should do, so Ino wandered in, got things set up, and then settled herself behind the counter with a pot of very minty tea and amused herself with trying out new scent combinations on paper.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

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