"I can't get it in. It won't fit."

"You're not trying."

"I missed."

"You don't know what you're doing."

"I don't know what I'm doing either."

"Concentrate. Become one with it."

"Not too fast. Take your time."

"Okay-- There it is."

"Ooooo-- Yes! I got it."

"Alright. Grace, turn on the lights--"

( Well. That had gone poorly, overall. (Cut for length and discussion of terrorism) )

Well, that had gone...

Was there a worse word than 'horribly?' There probably was, but Jonothon was hardly able to string together enough thoughts in order to make proper use of that word, at that moment. What Jonothon was capable of doing as the New Warriors dragged themselves, bruised and beaten in so many ways, back to their hideaway was keep ( Read more... )

It had been a while since Jonothon had made his way to his office, true. But, well, there had been things like Halloween and the like to take into account. Really, he couldn't be held accountable in the wake of Halloween, right ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Well, Parents Weekend had come and gone, and next week was the autumn break. Jono wouldn't be able to believe it if it wasn't for the calendar with the week off circled in bright red. He'd been planning on heading to New York for the week, right up until he realized where it was the school was intending to send the students for the break ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

That weekend was coming, wasn't it? Jono could see it on the calendar on the wall beside his desk, circled in red with exclamation points punctuating just what days he was going to have to be in here, looking... professional... or something.

Probably mostly something. Every single one of these weekends that he'd been through, he was here on the ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Jonothon was doing a bit of head-scratching in his office, today.

He knew he should probably be getting a broom or something, in order to try to shoo them out before he could get bitten by them. He really did. But he had his collar on, and so he was more than capable of flinging a barrier around himself if they ever stopped performing and started ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )