Detention, Depths of the Castle, Tuesday

[cracking_wonder]

Another bright, shining, and pink day had begun for the prisoners guests being held in detention, and while the morning started off the same as the day before, there was a strange sort of feeling in the air once people began waking up. A kind of... musical feeling, in fact

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Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[bloodyspitfire]

Jono wasn't singing.

Jono couldn't sing.

Jono was sitting there with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed, hating everything about today.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[bloodyspitfire]

//I came from a world where my kind has a target painted on our heads right from th'get-go,// Jonothon pointed out, shrugging his shoulders. //I'll keep my eyes open, perhaps, for somewhere that I can hold my head up and be proud of who I am. But in th'meantime... that's what I have.//

Still, Jack had a point. He was sick of hiding, damn it.

//No. No more hiding. I'll figure something out, when th'time comes.//

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[cursednotbroken]

"And if I can ever help, let me know how," Jack requested, and glanced over to the visitor area. "Funny. Talking about mutant issues always makes me wonder if Emma's going to show her face."

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[bloodyspitfire]

//She's got spectacular timing that way,// Jonothon noted, glancing that way as well. //Never know if I ought to hide when she comes around or not.//

Really, hiding wouldn't do any good, anyhow.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[cursednotbroken]

"And you didn't bloody sleep with her," Jack pointed out, sounding disgusted with himself. "... don't tell me if you did, I don't want to know. I just don't understand how she knows what she knows and still does what she does."

Or, rather, he understood it but didn't like it.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[bloodyspitfire]

//She's a survivor before all else,// Jono replied, looking about as sympathetic as he could manage. //Someday, she'll fancy herself a Queen. I hope some other version of me, whichever one ends up going to that school of hers, sees her for what she is and gets out before it's too late.//

Just so long as he didn't come here.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[cursednotbroken]

"Or just doesn't go to the school to start with," Jack suggested. "Cleanest all around."

He rested his chin on a fist. "She's always talked about that," he said. "Being queen, being ruler -- you'd think watching what the power does to Umbridge would break her of it."

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[bloodyspitfire]

//She thinks she's immune,// Jono theorized. //She's seen the inner workings of minds like that, she knows what makes them tick, and she's decided that there's no way she could possibly make those same slips, herself. Emma Frost can do no wrong.//

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[cursednotbroken]

Jack snorted. "It's an act, but heaven forbid she admit that," he said. "It's like being on a tightrope -- you know, you fall when you look down. She stops being Emma Frost for long enough to doubt herself, and ... she's down here with us mongrels."

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[bloodyspitfire]

//We, the dregs of society, throwing our tantrums and refusing to see sense, see the world as it exists according to her.// Jonothon shook his head. //And we're all th'better for it. We're flawed, but so help us, we're still human.//

Werewolf, mutant, it didn't matter. In the end, they were what they'd always been. Jono couldn't say the same for people like Emma.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[hatesallthis]

April eyed Jono. Noticed the face he was making.

She paused in her drumming -- plastic cutlery on the table wasn't exactly great music, but the acoustics in here weren't bad and it was better than actually having to sing her feelings, so she wasn't complaining -- and slid her "drumsticks" over to him, one eyebrow raised.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[bloodyspitfire]

Jono's gaze followed the impromptu drumsticks, and then flicked up toward April, an eyebrow of his own twitching upward on his face.

And then he nodded a little in thanks and made a reach for the cutlery.

He had been a guitarist, once upon a time. But he was no slouch when it came to keeping a beat, and he spared no time tapping out a rhythm on the tabletop.

//Don't suppose you've got any requests?//

For the quality percussion that he'd be providing, here.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[hatesallthis]

April gave a wry grin at that. "Surprise me."

And so she leaned across the table to watch.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[bloodyspitfire]

Jono considered that one for a moment, and then shrugged, and then started tapping the cutlery on the table, one-two, before stomping once on the floor.

Because if the only drum set you could really throw together consisted of the place where people ate their gruel, you were going to throw some We Will Rock You out there for the world to hear.

//Not many options without a proper kit,// he mused, with a tap-tap-stomp.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[hatesallthis]

"Been wondering if it'd be worth going dark side to get my drums back," April commented mildly, nodding along to the beat. She even joined in with a foot-stomp at the appropriate point, figuring she might as well cooperate if she wanted to be entertained. "Was a pretty expensive set."

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[bloodyspitfire]

//Not worth it,// Jonothon decided, with another tap-tap-stomp as he thought the lyrics through in the back of his mind. //I figure if she hasn't already, it's only a matter of time before Umbridge bans music, too. You'd be right back down here in an instant, so long as she didn't just go ahead and make a clean slate out of your brain with that wand of hers.//