Jonothon had intended to open the Groovy Tunes this morning, but he'd found himself slightly overwhelmed by what he couldn't quite call a headache, so much as a twisting 'things are wrong' feeling that mostly took place where his head was meant to be. He'd stayed in his room to try to ward it off.
He suspected that it was in no small part related to the fact that whatever was out there seemed to be causing more chaos, dragging people who had no similarity to the island's existing residents to Fandom now, as well. But after a few hours of focus, he managed to mostly tune it out, and now he was wandering from his room to pretend that he was a social creature for the first time all day.
//Well, you seem comfortable, there. Good evening, Rinoa.//
He couldn't call her Lady Caraway with any measure of seriousness. He couldn't.
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Date: 2014-03-21 01:31 am (UTC)He suspected that it was in no small part related to the fact that whatever was out there seemed to be causing more chaos, dragging people who had no similarity to the island's existing residents to Fandom now, as well. But after a few hours of focus, he managed to mostly tune it out, and now he was wandering from his room to pretend that he was a social creature for the first time all day.
//Well, you seem comfortable, there. Good evening, Rinoa.//
He couldn't call her Lady Caraway with any measure of seriousness. He couldn't.