The Boards, Saturday, All Day

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Jonothon was a bit tired when he made his way down the stairs for his office shift at the Boards. He'd been out late, after all, and arguing always left him a little out of sorts. But there was a coffee maker tucked under one arm, and a bag of grounds in his other hand, and together, the two of them were going to get him through the day

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It had been some time since Chamber's - or Decibel's, whichever name he was using at the time - return to Fandom, and Cable felt it was time to at least check in and see how he was getting along.

So he arrived at the Boards into the afternoon. "Jonothon," he greeted, partly to deal with the whole codename situation, partly because well, first name basis wouldn't be a bad thing, right?

... On first name basis with a towering, broad, scarred mutant with a reputation. Yes, many people would kill for that chance.

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He was a towering, broad, scarred mutant with a reputation that Jono respected, and so a first-name basis suited Jonothon just fine. He glanced up from the paperwork he was filling out, blinked once, and then offered Cable a small, if wry, smile.

"Cable," he replied, nodding faintly as he pulled himself up to his feet. "To what do I owe the visit?"

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"Just a social call," Cable offered. Was that a faint smile on his face? It probably was. "Asking you how you've settled in doesn't hold much weight when you haven't had time to settle..."

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"I'm not really what anybody would consider a 'settling' sort, anyhow," Jonothon countered, not entirely lightly, but easily enough. "But I can think of worse places to be than here. That's a start, I suppose."

Ever the optimist, that Jono.

"Can I get you anything? Er... coffee?"

There was a lot of coffee. Could anyone blame Jono if he'd happened to brew an entire twelve-cup pot?