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.

In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing game fandomhigh, for the sole ( Read more... )

You've reached Jonothon Starsmore. Apparently I'm the Musical Director now, here at The Boards. If you need information about upcoming performances or using our musical facilities, leave a message with your name and number, and I'll return your call as soon as possible.

Hi, guys! Remember furnaceface? Well, since I just dragged Jono through a chunk of canon that leaves him with his face on fire again (man, I missed it) and that particular username is both completely apt and host to all of Jono's fire-faced icons, I'll be packing this journal in and shuffling him back over there starting... pretty much now ( Read more... )

//Well, fuck me. This is a bit of a dog's dinner, isn't it?//

They'd been waiting at the gates, so to speak. Waiting for over an hour, now. It was dawn. The preaks -- precursors, humans -- always, always attacked at dawn. They'd attacked at dawn every day since Fortress X was new, and, as always, the mutants who could fight gathered at the force ( Read more... )

//I'm sorry, love,// Jono murmured, back mostly turned away from Jubilee, staring down at the world below the fortress from all too many stories up. //I guess I didn't understand the question. Or why you think I'd have an answer ( Read more... )

It had taken longer than Jono had hoped it might to get Jubilee to start coming out of her shell around him, and really, he couldn't blame her. She knew as well as anyone that he didn't exactly have the greatest history with vampires, though she had no idea just how deeply ingrained in his family's past that history really ran. They were quite the ( Read more... )

Torn between a work crunch on two separate shows, a flight to America, and that holiday thing that's coming up in a week, and I just came to the realization that between now and at least the weekend, I'm not going to be able to commit to posting pretty much anything. So, here's my heads-up, I'm gonna be pretty much a nonentity for a few days, at ( Read more... )

It only took one mistaken attempt at opening the door to office number five that Jono remembered, no, that was actually Hannibal's office and he had been relocated to next door at the start of the semester ( Read more... )

For the record, Jono adored kids. He really did. Even when he had to put up with a small pack of the little beasts for four solid days thanks to the time difference between Fandom Island and Kaeleer, he adored them. Even after four days of running laps around a bloody mansion, four days of trying to pick up on second languages he couldn't even ( Read more... )

What was the point of informing all of his Glacian war cohorts that they were staying at his apartment if he wasn't going to actually entertain them? Jono very rarely did anything that even remotely resembled 'having a social life,' or even 'entertaining company,' but when he had Momoko, Dinah, Raven, Karla, and Warren all staying under his roof, ( Read more... )