It was possible that the strange creatures that had invaded Fandom last week were still on everyone's mind when the Student Council had designed the decorations for Prom. Glittery cardboard animal-hybrid monsters awaited everyone as they arrived to the community center, and made their way inside along a blue and yellow carpet flanked by glowing, ( Read more... )

Jono had been attacked by a bunny on the way to work.

Jono had been attacked by a bunny on the way to work. He was pretty certain the island was mocking him for being pummeled into the dirt by a cat doing a blue hedgehog impression the other weekend, especially since the bunny had made its presence known by coming up from behind and bowling him ( Read more... )

So after the world's hardest (and yet simultaneously most musical) conversation with Kathy earlier, Raven had decided that escape was the better part of valor and shifted into bird form to take to the skies ( Read more... )

So, Jono was still in a decent mood today. He still had a face, so sue him. It was still not his face, but it wasn't like this was even the first time that was the case. Or the first wrong face, for that matter. And this one, at least, he could chalk up to Fandom weirdness and be reasonably certain he'd return to normal by tomorrow. Better to just ( Read more... )

Okay, so Jono could still take or leave being a woman on days like this, but he certainly couldn't complain about the assets that the island continued to give him along with the body swap ( Read more... )

Another weekend, another band practice? Or something like it, anyway ( Read more... )

Well, Jono had auditioned people for the band last weekend. He supposed at the very least, he could open the Boards today for people to discuss what in the world they were going to do with the band, today.

He didn't have the heart to turn anyone away. They were all talented. Or, if not talented... ah... enthusiastic. So he'd left handwavy messages ( Read more... )

Alright, Jono was here. Jono was totally not freaking out in the least. Jono had set up a few mics and patch cables onstage in case anybody showed up and wanted to jam, and ( Read more... )

Just do the thing. Raven had told him to just go do the thing, instead of sitting and fretting over how it would work, or even if it would work. And he'd sat on that for the better part of a week, and now here Jonothon was, at the Boards, making posters to put up around town.

Just doing the thing. He wasn't even certain to what end he was doing it ( Read more... )

The stereo today was playing sad songs about cats.

Jono wasn't sure why. Jono really wasn't sure what in the world he'd done to even deserve it. And it wasn't bad music in the least. But it wasn't happy music, and for that, he was side-eyeing the stereo hard, today.

Sad songs about cats.

Honestly, now.

[OOC: My weakness for the Weakerthans, go ( Read more... )