Live Entertainment Appreciation, Thursday

[furnaceface]

Jono was going to be leaping on the 'no classes' bandwagon today, because any week that had the radio broadcasts mentioning people dying seemed like a good week to not make students walk to the school. Crazy, crazy truth. So he'd sent out an email early in the day, one that stated in no uncertain terms that no manner of live entertainment was worth his students' lives, and then he'd made his way in to the school anyway.

There was no way to be absolutely certain that all of his students had seen the message, of course. But, on top of that, if he arrived first thing in the morning and stayed at the school through the day, he could just hang around outside of the school building to try to keep an eye out for any students who might be trying to make their way in for classes regardless. He was pretty sure the killers out there weren't wandering this close to the school, but he wasn't about to take any chances with the safety of the student body.

... Even if they did seem to be coming back after dying.

[OOC: Open, with Jono hanging around outside, keeping an eye on the space between the school and the dorms all day!]

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[voiceoverdue]

So, when class was cancelled on account of danger (really? had these people never faced a hostile invasion before?) but you saw your teacher walking around, it seemed like the polite and journalistic thing to do was go and ask him about it.

The smart thing was to put your own government-issued 9mm in its holster first and carry the gun you'd gotten from the vending machine. Just in case.

"Are we meeting for class after all, Mr. Starsmore?"

[furnaceface]

"Cecil?" Jono blinked, and then gave his head a shake. "No, of course not. But not everyone is computer savvy, I figure there are always at least two or three stragglers who don't see the e-mail."

... Yes, he was possibly including himself in that list. He'd figured out the internet enough to check his mail, at least.

[voiceoverdue]

"Oh! Okay." He supposed that made sense. Personally, he'd have just told everybody over the radio. Then again, he wasn't sure everyone listened to the radio here. This place was so weird!

"Are we going to reschedule?" he asked. "I like class." He'd gotten to see actual old-time radio! He didn't want to miss out on any coolness!

[furnaceface]

"I'm not certain there's much time to reschedule to, after this mess has been dealt with," Jono noted, frowning back over his shoulder toward the school. "At this rate, we'll be lucky if all of the actors manage to show up for the performance tomorrow night."

Really, it did serve him right, scheduling it for Friday the thirteenth.

[voiceoverdue]

"I'll be there!" Cecil assured him. "What is 'this mess', anyway? Other than an untrustworthy corporation digging for some sort of Vault in the preserve and more deadly wildlife than usual, I mean."

Because really, that was hardly enough to cancel classes over, was it?

[furnaceface]

"... No, that's about the tall and short of it," Jono replied, raising an eyebrow. "As well as a few well-armed bastards roaming the streets and picking people off whenever they get the chance to, I mean."

He didn't think that would sway Cecil all that much, either. Call it a hunch.

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil thought about it for a moment. "Are the well-armed folk on our side or shooting at us?"

[furnaceface]

"At this point, a little bit of both," Jono sighed, shaking his head. "There are the ones wearing used car parts out in town, they're trying to hack us to bits, so far as I can tell."

It had been an interesting trip here from the Boards.

"And there are the ones around the dig site in the preserve. I'm pretty certain they've reached the point of shooting at ours with intent to kill, too. Those of us on our side with weapons... Like yourself..." He glanced at the gun in Cecil's hand. "... Are mostly just looking to stay in one piece."

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil nodded decisively. "I prefer myself in one piece, personally. Though I've never really tried anything else, I guess, so you never know. It might just be my fear of the unknown talking."

[furnaceface]

"Take it from someone who's lost more than a few pieces before," Jono replied, raising his eyebrows, "whole is definitely the way to go, mate. Trust me."

[voiceoverdue]

"Oh, good!" Cecil beamed at Jono. "It's always nice to have a voice of experience about these things."

[furnaceface]

"Isn't it, though?" Ah, if only having a voice of experience had kept Jono from blowing his face off in the first place. "So... do yourself a favour, Cecil, and do everything in your power to keep all of your parts attached, alright?"

[voiceoverdue]

"I'll do my best," Cecil answered solemnly.

[furnaceface]

"There's a good lad," Jono replied, smiling faintly. "Besides, you'll need those for the show tomorrow night, I imagine."

Yes, he was going to invoke show-business, here.

[voiceoverdue]

"Oh, yes," Cecil agreed. "It's a bit late now to get the costume adjusted."

Assuming they had them, and he wasn't expected to be a Russian dancer.

[furnaceface]

At this rate, Jono would be just fine with shoving people onto the stage dressed as fairies and rats.

"Exactly," he agreed, nodding. "With the show tomorrow night," assuming they could pull off that miracle, "there wouldn't be any time to adjust your costume at all."

He hadn't even seen the proper costumes, yet.