Ah, infopost season. I've sat the last few of these out, since there hasn't really been anyone new either in my roster or in the game's, but since Algren pre-dates some players, and some players pre-date my characters, I'll slap up some quick refresher here!

( Teacher: Captain Nathan Algren )

Right. So. The island was doing a thing. And Jono had no idea what that thing was, but that wasn't stopping him from being paranoid enough to invite Alluka to spend the night ( Read more... )

Hannibal was at the Boards. Could he count that as a win? He had his ID and wedding vows in his pocket with the ring. The pocket which had caught on a closing door handle and caused the entire seam to tear.

Jono! he called mentally as he cursed out loud. Is the tailor here yet? If they could catch him to tack the damn thing together…

( It'd be nice... )

Ah, Parents' Weekend. Jono probably should have left a note on his office door with directions to the Groovy Tunes today, since he did have a bloody business to run, but when he showed up for work that morning there were some little blue men with a few complaints to lodge about one of his employees... harassing them with a rose? Jono had taken ( Read more... )

Jono was bored. Bored out of the half of his bloody skull that he still had left. And normally when he was that bored, he found something to do. Generally, it was even something stupid to do. Go back to Westchester to see if Logan needed help with the students, pick a fight with something much larger than himself, contemplate a career in the ( Read more... )

Jono was tired. Jono was tired, and cranky, and he had a lollipop sticking out of his hair, a pocket full of bottlecaps and small seashells, an actual pirate cutlass from the seventeenth century at his hip, a bright blue frog on one shoulder, three Pokémon gym badges (he'd bid a fond farewell to the Vulpix, Raticate, and Ekans he'd won them with ( Read more... )

It was the general, growing sense of unease that woke Jonothon up this morning, as people around the island woke up to find that they couldn't remember who they were, or why they were in some strange bed. He was comfortable enough otherwise, but as the morning pressed on, that feeling got stronger, until there was a fever pitch of concern and ( Read more... )

Jono had roughly umpteen things that still needed to be done in preparation for the wedding, but that didn't mean he was going to ignore his other responsibilities while he was at it. He hadn't held proper office hours yet this semester, after all, and while his current class required less in the way of paperwork and handouts and whatnot, sometimes ( Read more... )

Jono's head was itching. Not in that 'there is something unpleasant in my hair' sort of itch, no. More like the 'telepathic senses picking up on somebody close to him who was very upset' sort of itchy. The kind of itchy that wouldn't quite resolve itself if he paid more attention to it, but would at least make more sense if he did. And what he ( Read more... )

Overall, it had been one more pretty quiet sort of day. Jono had spent it playing guitar, mostly for something to do with his hands, before it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, he should be considering doing something more productive than playing 'When Doves Cry' for the millionth time ( Read more... )