The Boards, Thursday

[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

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[whoisalicewhite]

Parker was mostly tracking Eliot. Because she still needed to do that, and was not going to say that out loud. But still. This place was interesting.

"It looks like there were bats up here, at one point," she called down to Jono, the next time he walked by.

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Jono blinked, and then squinted upward at the catwalks. And then he blinked some more.

//Hopefully they weren't making a mess of anything? Only bat I can think of that'd be up there on the regular wasn't exactly the sort to leave droppings everywhere.//

And he'd really have to have a word with Dracula if he had.

//Comfortable up there, Parker?//

[whoisalicewhite]

"There's little scratch marks," Parker noted, then reached for one of the ropes that lead downward. "Yeah, I like it up here. Great sight-lines. And connected bits." At least they were connected if you were Parker, and had her sense of balance. She was still wearing a jingle-bell headband, and sparkly bits around her cuffs. Not exactly hiding. "Also, Merry Late Christmas Happy Early New Year Congratulations on Your Wedding Thing."

[furnaceface]

//Marriage, anyway,// Jono amended, keeping his tone light. //We never did manage a wedding where we didn't get almost killed, or where we actually knew we were meant to be the grooms. It was on the to-do list, at least to have some sort of 'thank god we survived long enough to at least sign the papers' afterwards, but we haven't really given much thought to that part.//

He settled down in one of the theatre seats and idly started opening envelopes again.

//But Merry Christmas and all of those other things, with the exception of the wedding thing, to you, too.//

[whoisalicewhite]

"You could just have a party," Parker pointed out, sliding down the rope, and landing lightly on her toes. "And you can congratulate me on moving in with both my boyfriends now, instead of just the one. And on making it through Christmas without turning into a ferret!"

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//Well, then congratulations on all of those things,// Jono said, tone light. //Eliot finally decided to share his space, did he?//

Another bill. Jono wrinkled his nose at it, set it aside, and opened another envelope. Confetti spilled out of this one into his lap when he tipped it over to get the letter out, and he blinked and shot to his feet, blinking down at the mess now scattered across the floor.

Uh.

[whoisalicewhite]

"We asked, and he was okay with it, after this last Island thing." You know, half of everyone turning into zombies, and Eliot getting traumatized by watching them die and stuff. "Plus we've been together a while now, so. It's more convenient and all."

She blinked as the envelope exploded, and asked suspiciously, "Surprise junk mail, or exploding virus present?"

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Jono's brow was furrowed as he pulled out the contents of the envelope, spilling even more confetti (sigh) before unfolding the letter and squinting at it for a moment.

//Neither,// he said, finally, blinking. //First good bout of wedding-related luck I have, and I'm already sodding married.//

He held up the letter in bemusement for her to see.

//Entered a sweepstakes a while ago, figured nothing would come of it anyway. Guess who just won a bloody wedding.//

[whoisalicewhite]

Parker blinked, then ran and cartwheeled off the stage to land at his feet. "Really? Seriously? How does that even happen?!"

[furnaceface]

Seriously, Parker. All those gymnastics, he was going to start mistaking you for one of the X-Men. Jono was managing his best smile all the same, now.

//Well, first you find a contest. Then you enter the contest. And then you neglect to check your mail for about a month.// He glanced at the letter again, to be sure they hadn't passed some sort of expiry date or something. Fortunately, the letter was still fairly new. //I suppose we could always use this to throw that party we never really got to throw. The one where nobody leaves traumatized, for a change...//

[whoisalicewhite]

"I wasn't traumatized at the last couple," Parker informed him, but then, it hadn't been her wedding. Or her kind of trauma. "I need to have Hardison enter me into contests!" A somewhat crafty, somewhat nonchalant expression crossed her face, and she said, "But you are already married. And you always have bad luck with weddings."

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How one managed crafty and nonchalant at the same time was Jono's best guess, but here Parker was, managing it. It took all his effort to not squint at her skeptically in return.

//You rubbing in th'bad luck, now?//

[whoisalicewhite]

It was one of her other super-powers. Like perfect pitch and ease-of-drawing and standing on one hand when she felt like it.

"Just pointing out that you don't actually need that wedding," Parker said, trying for innocent. She didn't know Jono well enough to pull it off, she felt. But the attempt counted. "And maybe someone else needs it more."

Someone who would be there in a couple days!

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Squinting, Parker. Jonothon was doing so much squinting at you.

//I'm going to go terribly far out on a limb here and guess that you've already got somebody in mind.//

Not that he was clutching to his letter just that little bit more tightly, scattering more confetti to the floor as he did so. Honest.

[whoisalicewhite]

Parker's tone turned wheedling. "Welll... maybe?" She paused and said, "It's two of our old crew. Really really good friends, family. Sophie and Nate. And they've been together like five years now at least, and they both have issues, but Nate's are worse 'cause he was married and divorced before, and he kind of failed hard at the last part of being married, even though it wasn't his fault, and Sophie wouldn't tell him her real name for a while..."

Actually, she might still not have. Which was hilarious to Parker.

"But it's getting to the point where it's just pathetic and ridiculous and they need to get over themselves and just do it so at least no one can make them testify against each other in court."

[furnaceface]

Jono would be lying in a large way if he were to think even for a moment that 'can't make them testify against each other in court' wasn't at least part of the reason for his own marriage. A small part, yes, but the thought was there. He could appreciate it.

//... So, are they aware that you're trying to marry them off?//

He wasn't letting go of that letter just yet, but he didn't look entirely closed off to the idea, either.