The first thing- the very first thing that Jono noticed when he stepped back into the Boards was the lack of cat winding around his ankles. He'd been gone in Kaeleer long enough now that most things about the island, most immediate notions of the place, had whittled themselves down to a handful of friendly faces and a cat sleeping on the foot of ( Read more... )

[OOC note: I didn't save a backup of this post, and LJ somehow managed to delete just the body of it, leaving only the comments. I have no idea how the hell that happened. But the contents of post itself were the last few issues of the Civil War era New Warriors run, and involved time travel, tying up loose ends with Night Thrasher's missing ( Read more... )

Jonothon could think of missions that had gone more smoothly. The trouble was, offhand, he couldn't think of all that many that had gone much worse. Which was saying a lot, considering he'd been through a few missions that had gone pretty horribly in his lifetime. And this was a guy who managed to single-handedly solve a mystery that ended with ( Read more... )

( New E-Mail! )

Jono had spent the majority of his day after his broadcast and his trip to the Perk just sleeping. The last week had been tiring at best, and he hadn't done much in the way of sleeping through the whole ordeal. Or eating. Or anything that wasn't horribly draining in one capacity or another ( Read more... )

Jono really didn't have anything better to do than come in to do some paperwork in his office at the school, today. Sure, it was nothing he couldn't have done back at the Boards, except perhaps for the leaving his door open for potential visits from students, but with a cat and a dog and a mouse all sharing the same roof until whatever point in ( Read more... )

Sometimes, Jonothon had so much to do with himself that he managed to completely forget the simple things. Things like the fact that the office that he had at the Boards was not, in fact, the only office to his name. For that matter, it wasn't even the most important office for him to drop into once a week, which he kicked himself a few times upon ( Read more... )

Because I fully intend to actually have a syllabus for Jono's class again this semester, and maybe I'll even actually stick with it this time around!

No, I won't be holding my breath, either.

( Class Synopsis )

When all was said and done, Jono could honestly say that he'd had better days. Sure, he'd had worse days. His life, it seemed, was an endless parade of worse days, all vying for a position at the top of the worst-days ladder.

( At the moment, this one was pretty high up there. )

You know, under most other occasions, Jono would probably count himself thankful that he had only seen one day of weirdness during a week where it had apparently hit the island in fits and starts. One day as opposed to a handful was a definite upside. Far less opportunity for him to make an arse of himself, after all. And once he'd been hit, being ( Read more... )