The Dorm Grounds, Saturday Evening

[furnaceface]

Jonothon was sitting in the rain.

Why was Jonothon sitting in the rain? Mostly because it seemed like a very Jono thing to do. He'd had half a mind to head into town today, possibly to open up the Groovy Tunes just to pass a Saturday by in the company of some of his favourite recording artists. But then it had started to rain, while he was not more than halfway across the school grounds, and for whatever reason, he felt inclined to just sit down at take it in.

... Mostly by ducking under the nearest tree in the vain hope that it would keep at least some of the rain from soaking into his bandages, which had been rearranged to cover the clawed-up shoulder he'd gotten earlier in the week. His jacket wouldn't do much good in that regard. The shoulder of it was shredded, too.

If nothing else, he could certainly appreciate that it was cooler out thanks to the rainfall than it had been in entirely too long.

All in all, he supposed it wasn't terrible. Just bloody annoying.

[Yeah, it totally seemed like a sitting in the rain kind of day. The grounds are open for all your rainy day needs!]

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[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Um. Hello. It was still warm out and it was raining, so of course Ariel was running around in it. She couldn't have asked for a perfect evening; she couldn't help but love the rain, because it reminded her of how dry air usually was and made her feel so much more at home.

So she was running and dancing and sometimes just standing there, eyes closed, face to the rain, soaking it all in.

It was a while before she even noticed anyone else out in the rain, and when she saw it was Jono, she gain a wide grin, waving a hand before happily bouncing over to see if he was enjoying the precipitation as much as she was.

[furnaceface]

Well, he wasn't running in out of it, if that was any indication. But his inclination to sit outside in it possibly had more to do with wildly antisocial tendencies and a slight melodramatic flair than how much he enjoyed the rain.

Always difficult to tell, with Jono, who gave her a small nod hello and leaned back against the tree that was dribbling steadily over his head.

//Evenin', luv. Bit of a fan of th'wet, are you?//

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel shook her head with a very enthusiastic, wet yes, grinning a bit with her silent giggle. She pushed her sopping bangs out of her bright eyes, a futile gesture since the rest of her was soaked from all the running around in the rain, and then she sighed happily, contentedly. She just loved when it rained; she couldn't help it.

Her brows lifted in that eager, expectant return of the question, to see if he was having fun, too.

Because he so looked like it.

[furnaceface]

Oh. Yes. Jonothon was having the time of his life. You could tell.

//There are worse ways to spend an evening,// he allowed. //I'm not so much the running about sort, but at least it isn't as bloody hot as it's been out lately.//

You try walking around with a furnace in your shirt in July and see how much you dislike the rain after that.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Well, that just meant he should be used to the heat, didn't it?

Ariel chuckled a little again, shaking her head in a manner that suggested that he really didn't know what he was missing.

[furnaceface]

Jono rolled his eyes, though there was no malice in the gesture, and then motioned to the bandages on his face with one hand.

//They're leather, luv. I shouldn't be out here at all in these while it's raining. It'll be a bloody chore to get out of them later on.//

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel's eyebrows went up curiously. For all her exposure to clothing at Pixie Dust, the concept of what might happen to leather when it got wet was something she didn't really know much about.

Well, she knew more about it than she realized, but not in the context of this conversation. Once she did realize, though, she'd probably wish she could tell Jono that, hey, at least it was just water, and not sea water with all the salt to add to things.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

It was a rainy Saturday and Rosalind was already finished her latest report to Tseng. She'd revise it again before sending it (precisely on time) tomorrow evening to include what else came up, but for the moment she was fully caught up and that meant...

Well, that meant she didn't have much to do.

Deciding that the rain would not hurt her and that the Perk would be the optimal place to spend some time, Rosalind grabbed an umbrella (utilitarian black, of course) and headed out.

It was a familiar form under a tree that had her diverging from the path.

"What," she asked, in the sort of voice that implied he was being severely asinine in her opinion, "are you doing out here?"

[furnaceface]

... But when wasn't Jono being asinine? Honestly, now.

//Sitting.// And with that came the sort of lopsided shrug that people gave when they were favouring one shoulder due to demon-inflicted wounds. //I don't believe there are any rules against sitting, luv.//

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"In the pouring rain," she pointed out, eyes considering the shrug carefully. "You cannot convince me you are comfortable."

[furnaceface]

//I'm from London, Sunshine. I know how to handle a little bit of weather.//

It was practically his birthright, sitting in the rain, wasn't it?

... Maybe?

//It's sort of peaceful, in its own way, anyhow.//

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Very peaceful," she said, eyebrows arching up. "So peaceful that you saw it was raining and came out deliberately to get soaked?"

[furnaceface]

//Well, no. It wasn't raining when I set foot outside,// Jono replied, rolling his eyes toward the leaves above him, which were dropping the water on his head just as well as the sky itself would have been had he not taken cover there.

Oh well.

//I just didn't feel much like running at th'time, either.//

[trigons_child]

Raven just the next in the line of women that Jono's milkshake brought to the yard hadn't left her room much in the past few days, just for class and to visit Hurley when he'd called, but there were people to she wanted to speak to, and one of those people was Jono.

"Hello, Jono," she said softly as she approached, the hood of her cloak pulled up to ward off the rain.

[furnaceface]

//Raven.// Jono glanced up as she came nearer, nodding a little.

There was water dripping from the end of his nose. This was probably not the wisest place to attempt to wait out the weather. He ignored that much.

//How are you holding up, gel?//

[trigons_child]

"Well enough," Raven said with a tired half-smile. The loss of her mother had gotten a tiny bit easier to bear, though it was still recent enough to be painful.

"I wanted to thank you," she went on. "For coming with me...for everything you did. I had no idea that the Justice League would come or what my father would do, or I never would have asked you to risk yourself."

[furnaceface]

Oh, Jono had opinions about the Justice League, but he was going to bite his proverbial tongue. Him skipping off on a rant at the moment was probably one of the last things that Raven needed from him at the moment, and every now and again he knew how to practise discretion.

//You never had to ask,// he replied, evenly. //I told you, luv, I'd be there. I'm just thankful that we got you back.//

[trigons_child]

After she'd had more time to recover, Raven would probably dearly love to hear Jono's rant. She had a few choice comments of her own for stupid Zatanna and her stupid costume and her stupid insistence that Raven was evil.

"I thought I was doing the right thing," she said, spreading out her cloak and settling under the tree. "I was terribly wrong. But I feared Azarath would be destroyed, and you all along with it."

[furnaceface]

//And I think any one of us would have done the same, if th'situation was turned about,// Jono noted. //I think it's quite possibly a prerequisite for life around here. You have to care.//

Yes. This was Jonothon, admitting that there were things that he cared about.

Mark it on the calendar.

[living_endless]

Didi'd been out walking; it just felt like a walking in the rain kind of day as it apparently did to every other girl with one name on campus.

She pirouetted over to Jono and plopped herself down next to him,. The ground was a little muddy, but she didn't care.

"Think the old man is done snoring yet?" she asked.

[furnaceface]

//I don't know,// Jono mused, turning a smile Didi's way. //I think he'll have to bump his head a good bit harder than he has, judging by the way th'rain is coming down.//

[living_endless]

"I thought bumping his head knocked him out again, but I might have -- I don't know. Parsed the nursery rhyme wrong." She reached a hand out and ran it up his arm. "What brought you out here, anyhow?"

[furnaceface]

Jono was fairly certain that bumping his head had killed the old man, if he wasn't getting up in the morning. But that was neither here nor there, really. Especially if there was a hand running up his arm like that.

//I seem to have inherited th'Groovy Tunes,// he shared. Which was actually old news, but wasn't entirely unrelated to why he was out. //I was going to head out that way, but then it began to rain.//

[living_endless]

Well, yeah, bumped his head and then he snored and never woke up so it kept raining, but that was neither here nor there.

"Alice left?" Didi checked. "Too bad. She was sweet. How's being a boss feel?"

[furnaceface]

//Th'big boss of nobody in particular?// Jono almost laughed, at that. //I open th'shop, I close th'shop. I should probably work on hiring people to run the place on other days of th'week, really.//

He liked Groovy Tunes. He did. But he had other places to be, too. And open one day a week wasn't exactly good for business.