Jono Starsmore (
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fandomhigh2013-10-10 08:37 am
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Live Entertainment Appreciation, Thursday, Period 5
Jono was only slightly late for his own class this week, stumbling through a portal on the Causeway just as another one opened up. He began his lesson without preamble, though, still bundled in his Glacian winter gear with a curious cat peeking out of his pocket at all the people.
Whatever they were going to do today, he was going to have to sweat it out.
"Right, then. Music. Live music." He waved at the portal that had just opened with one hand, a little breathless. Clearly there had been an ill-advised run on the way here so that he wouldn't be later than he already was. "Classical... we're going to see an opera, one that Doctor Lecter introduced me to a few weeks back. Same rules as always, sit down, pay attention, don't... put your feet up on the seats in front of you or anything. Let's go."
He waved students through portal number two, into what would have looked like a normal opera house, if not for the fact that behind the stage, there was a window that showed a spectacular view of outer space. And the audience even seemed predominantly human... with the odd exception, who appeared to be some manner of alien or other. Jono ushered his students into their seats just as the curtains parted, the stage lights came up, and the opera began.
It was... not entirely the same as he remembered it from Hannibal's office.
[OOC: Yes, that third link is a YouTube vid. If you can't open those at work or whatever, it's a link to the Diva's performance from The Fifth Element. Let's say it's an earlier performance, though. One that doesn't end in aliens storming the room and shooting the place up.]
Whatever they were going to do today, he was going to have to sweat it out.
"Right, then. Music. Live music." He waved at the portal that had just opened with one hand, a little breathless. Clearly there had been an ill-advised run on the way here so that he wouldn't be later than he already was. "Classical... we're going to see an opera, one that Doctor Lecter introduced me to a few weeks back. Same rules as always, sit down, pay attention, don't... put your feet up on the seats in front of you or anything. Let's go."
He waved students through portal number two, into what would have looked like a normal opera house, if not for the fact that behind the stage, there was a window that showed a spectacular view of outer space. And the audience even seemed predominantly human... with the odd exception, who appeared to be some manner of alien or other. Jono ushered his students into their seats just as the curtains parted, the stage lights came up, and the opera began.
It was... not entirely the same as he remembered it from Hannibal's office.
[OOC: Yes, that third link is a YouTube vid. If you can't open those at work or whatever, it's a link to the Diva's performance from The Fifth Element. Let's say it's an earlier performance, though. One that doesn't end in aliens storming the room and shooting the place up.]

Re: Talk to Jono!
Not that Joni particularly cared. She blinked back, sniffing at the air in Foucault's direction before giving her little front leg a biiiig reach, and then resting her paw on the end of his beak.
It was like 'hello,' but wrapped up in a wee kitty nosebeep.
"Though I might have to ask you to start leaving Foucault back in your room for certain classes," Jono ventured, watching the exchange like a hawk. "There are inevitably going to be some places we go to through the semester that aren't going to appreciate having a bird brought to them, no matter how well-behaved he is." He gave Cecil an apologetic smile. "He's not on the class roster, you understand, so it'll be more difficult to argue that he's a part of the group if anybody questions his presence."
Re: Talk to Jono!
Re: Talk to Jono!
Jono was trying to be helpful! While still acknowledging that his student was maybe a little weird.
Re: Talk to Jono!
"I'll ask my roommate. I'm sure I can find someone. Thanks for understanding, though."
Foucault squeaked happily and started trying to groom Joni.