Jono Starsmore

You've reached the phone of Jonothon Starsmore. If it was important enough for you to call, I suppose it's probably important enough for you to leave a message, too. I'll get to it sooner or later, probably.

BEEP.

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Today when the students came into the room, the layout was the same as always: Comfortable, relaxed. The shadowy corner had been entirely obliterated, and Jonothon was sitting and waiting for the lot, not bothering to use a chair so much as simply floating at the front of the room with his legs crossed and his hands resting in his lap, coat collar down so that his face was in plain sight.

( It's the last class before the break... )

[OCD up, class is open!]

Jono was going to be doing some schedule shuffling this week, yes. Parents Weekend meant that, unless he wanted to make people run halfway across town just to see what his students had been up to, he was going to be holding his Boards office hours here, while trying to finish everything up early, as he had company of his own to get back to.

Not that it really made much difference in the state of the mess that was sprawled across his desk, no. Lesson plans and half-made audition posters were arranged haphazard, and Jono was sincerely starting to wonder at the wisdom of trying to both teach and run a theatre while also making runs to New York to put on a tacky costume and scream at criminals before turning them over to the authorities.

Really, he wasn't making much progress with any of it. A distraction in the form of somebody's parent or guardian would probably be welcomed, at this rate.

[Open office is open, and I'm around all day!]

Today was going to be one of those 'making faces at his own syllabus' days for Jono in his office, yes. It was one thing to have it all written out in advance, he was finding, but after actually getting to know some of the students in his class he was starting to wonder if the angle he was approaching his lessons with was quite the right one.

He drummed his fingers against the table, and then got to work trying to figure out how a lecture on 'basic human needs' could be worked around to suit some of the students in his class who had more... concrete opinions about fitting in than most.

He'd stew over it for an hour or two. And then he'd probably just start clicking through cat videos on YouTube.

[Open!]

Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. Paperwork for the Boards, paperwork here, throwing together lesson plans and finishing the last of the budgeting for the autumn production, which they were going to have to get auditioning for shortly. Not to mention the fact that Jubilee was starting to get antsy about his absence in New York these days...

Jonothon sighed and shook his head. He hadn't even made a cup of coffee yet, he'd been knee deep in so much paperwork. He glanced over at the coffee pot and licked his lips.

And then reeled a little bit. The effect of licking his lips had been somewhat like having his brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a gold brick. He hesitated for a moment, looked at the back of his hand, and tried again, a little more carefully this time.

"... Bloody hell," he muttered, deciding he probably ought to pass on the coffee today. "I taste like lemons and regret."

Or something like it, anyhow.

[Open!]

Well. That was two offices for Jonothon now, wasn't it? One back at the Boards, and one here at the school. The only real difference was, the office at the theatre looked about as chaotic as it needed to in order to be properly recognizable as Jonothon's, and this one was... still fairly pristine.

Jono glanced around the room thoughtfully as he took a seat in his chair (it swivelled. Nice touch), made a mental note to bring some band posters in here or something, and then set to work on his first lesson plan while he waited for a pot of coffee to perk.

If anyone asked, he was going to tell them he was in it for the coffee maker.


[Office hours! Because they keep letting my kids teach when they grow up! WHAT IS WITH THAT. And open!]

Someday, Evan and Jono will have animated gifs. Someday. I'll have to animate them myself, of course, but...

Make do with Warren and Sparkle moving in the meantime, yeah?

( The Mutant Student! )
( The Punk Student! )
( The Mutant Townie! )
( The Mutant Alumni! (We get it, Shannon...) )
( The Mun! )

The going had been slow. Looking the way he did, Jonothon hadn't dared to venture out of the alleyway in the middle of broad daylight, and so he'd spent the better part of Thursday trying to remain unnoticed in the shadows. But, after nightfall, going back to the hostel for a shower had been a mistake. Jonothon had all but frozen as he'd stepped into the bathroom, the first glance at the mirror revealing one hell of a sight, even with his jacket collar still turned up over the bottom of his face. His jacket was smeared in dirt, his face and clothing caked with dried blood.

( Cut For Possible Triggers. And length. But mostly triggers. )

[NFB for distance, and establishy, and based on Jono's personal account of how he joins the New Warriors in New Warriors Volume 4, Issue 9. Um. With some artistic liberties taken because so help me, this bit of canon is so handwavey I don't even. Whee?]

Jonothon woke up early this morning. It wasn't his room, it wasn't his bed, but his body was back to normal. He didn't have to open his eyes or pat himself down to know that. Not with the constant thrum of other in his blood, reminding him that he was only his own person until he let up for a moment, glanced at that power, and saw something worth embracing within it.

( Cut for all the things. All of them. )

[NFB, NFI, establishy. Trigger warnings for allusions to some pretty dark content/consent issues that show up in Hayley's previous (and really really really heavily warned-for, for damn good reasons) post.]

Last night, Jono had gone to sleep in his own bed, Joni curled up on top of him, after spending a few hours reading and intending to be up early for his office shift at the Boards.

This morning, Jono had woken up in someone else's bed, in someone else's home, staring up at the ceiling and coming to the silent conclusion that he was in someone else's body, as well. The breasts and the pale, normal skin and the significant drop in body size had somewhat clued him in to that one. What had really cemented it was the calm. He'd managed to sleep in, which had always been a rare thing for him, but was made even more so by the constant creeping feeling that there was something twisting around inside of him, trying to pull him over to whatever the hell it wanted from him in the first place.

Now it was just... silent. Mundane. Empty, in a way, but it came without worry, and for a moment he wondered if maybe he'd be lucky enough to be stuck this way.

A rummage around the dressers for clothing revealed some... memorabilia? Of some sort. Something that looked like a jester's costume that had seen a fair bit of use. A crowbar, which didn't strike him as the sort of thing that one generally kept in their dresser, but it could be overlooked on the grounds that Fandom was insane. He also stumbled across some newspaper clippings that were... fairly disconcerting, and a diamond ring. It was the clippings that held his eye for a while, with photos of a woman who had done some fairly horrifying things, according to the articles, with her face painted up in a perpetual smile, answering to the moniker, 'Joker.'

After a good hour of just staring at the dangerous face with the twisted grin, he glanced across the room, to see the face that was looking back at him in the mirror.

"Oh."

Something about his smile, she'd said once. It was calming. Familiar. Right, then. He was going to just... pull on some clothes, and then try to figure out what had become of Hayley.

[Establishy! The items in Hayley's dresser are NFB, if you please.]