Between A Parked Spaceship And A Woodworking Station On The MCA Roof | Thursday Evening

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It had occured to April this morning that she'd never actually been to the roof of her apartment building. Of course, "morning" for April on a day that she didn't have to work was, like, two o'clock, so it didn't really take her all that long before she actually made good on it.

By the time she made it up there, the sun was setting, and she had dinner in the sense that a pizza she'd bought on Sunday had been living in her fridge for the past half a week, so she figured she might as well bring what was left of it up to the roof (still in the pizza box, of course -- who bothered with plates?) and work on it there. The spaceship(s) and woodworking station meant there wasn't a lot of room, but if she hung out by the ledge and used that for a table, she was fine.

Huh. This was kinda nice.

[[open roof! this is because my paid trial runs out tomorrow morning and i felt wasteful. ALSO, because cataclysmicluck, that's why.]]

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"He was a ginger," Jono added, because that seemed like the thing to share. "And wore a muzzle."

And, for some inexplicable reason, was Japanese. Stratocasters were not made in Japan. Jono had stopped questioning that one years ago.

Fandom.

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"So Fandom draws the line at talking guitars, I guess," April concluded. "Good to know."

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"No," Jono replied, shaking his head. "I'm fairly certain Fandom doesn't have a line."

Because... No. No it did not.


[[Fleeing for work, will ping from there!]]

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Which naturally meant April had to figure one out.

"Has there ever been an... invasion of talking lizards that crawl into your hair and tell you embarrassing secrets about people?"

April, it was weird where your brain went. Just saying.

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"No, but there were the onions that sat around taunting people until they cried, or until someone cut them up and eat them."

As a man with no mouth, that one had been difficult for him.

"And the emotional luggage, which appeared randomly with people's deepest issues spelled out in bold letters on the front."

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"Fuck." Yes, April, very concise. "I don't want that."

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"Well, don't tell the island that," Jono replied, shaking his head. "That's the best way to guarantee that it will happen, you know."

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April shrugged. "Probably isn't enough room in here anyway."

She hoped.

She was still going to peer around just a bit, though.

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"You say that and it'll just shove all of your things into a closet," Jono replied. "And don't say it won't fit in the closet. You should see some of the things that come out of that one locker. And Special Collections."

Jonothon Starsmore: Spreading paranoia one bartender at a time.

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"...This town is weird."

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"Please tell me you aren't only just realizing that?"

Because if she was, they were going to have to get more beer.

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"Nah." Come on, Jono. "That was back when I showed up and there were ponies all over the place."

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"...Fair enough."

There were probably worse things to arrive to the island to witness. But a bunch of talking ponies were probably up there, easy enough.

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"Yup." Oh, Fandom, you were so, so special. "Soooo."

That was an ironic 'so.' Somehow she could make the distinction in a fairly unaffected tone.

"Decent week?"

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"... A week, whatever it might be," Jono replied with a shrug, taking a mouthful of beer. "Seeing people off that I went to school with. A few goodbyes, here and there."

Some had been taken better than others. That was what the beer was for, perhaps.

"Working on a lesson plan, wondering what the hell I was thinking, deciding to teach. That sort of thing."

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"Goodbyes suck," April contributed eloquently. Then after a sizable pause, she added, "But you probably won't be a shit teacher."

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"There's the hope," Jono sighed. "You wouldn't be the first person to tell me that, though I suppose we'll see once I actually have a class in front of me that thinks I actually know what I'm talking about."

It was going to be an interesting semester. If he got through the first lesson without staring at the full room like a teal deer caught in the headlights, maybe he'd believe what people said about him not being shit at it.

"... This makes us coworkers, technically, doesn't it?"

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"You mean aside from the movie production?" That was totally a legit job, Jono. God. "Guess so."

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"Aside from that," Jono agreed, pointing a finger at her and smiling faintly. "Coworkers for something that we'll be seeing money for in the near future, at least."

See? Totally different, now.

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"Aren't teachers' salaries, like, basically sticks of gum and knots of string and crap?" She was just sayin'. "I'm thinking cash might be a little much to hope for."

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"I can make use of sticks of gum, these days, so I'll take them if that's all they have to offer," Jono decided. "It keeps me busy, at least. I... really need to keep myself busy."

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"Lemme guess," April said, fiddling with the lid of her beer can. "You get bored, you go all serial-killery."

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"No," Jono sighed, shaking his head. "I just get depressed."

If he got angry, he'd go all serial-killery. Totally different thing, that.

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Well. That sucked.

"Guitar doesn't help?"

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"Guitar helps sometimes," Jono allowed. "Unless I think too much."

About that musical career he'd never have, yes.