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Jonothon Evan Starsmore
29 October 2017 @ 02:55 am
You've reached the phone of Jonothon Starsmore. If it was important enough for you to call, I suppose it's probably important enough for you to leave a message, too. I'll get to it sooner or later, probably.


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Jonothon Evan Starsmore
07 November 2016 @ 07:17 pm
You've reached Jonothon Starsmore. Apparently I'm the Musical Director now, here at The Boards. If you need information about upcoming performances or using our musical facilities, leave a message with your name and number, and I'll return your call as soon as possible.
Jonothon Evan Starsmore
26 December 2013 @ 01:22 pm
Hi, guys! Remember furnaceface? Well, since I just dragged Jono through a chunk of canon that leaves him with his face on fire again (man, I missed it) and that particular username is both completely apt and host to all of Jono's fire-faced icons, I'll be packing this journal in and shuffling him back over there starting... pretty much now.

Yup, this is gonna be apocalipped's last post, right here. If you're interested in following Jonothon's exploits between now and whenever the next friending list goes up, please add him to your contacts! Thanks!

(Now to get back into the habit of having him talk //like this// all the time. I'll be chucking up a blurb on that once infopost season begins.)
Jonothon Evan Starsmore
25 December 2013 @ 07:21 pm
//Well, fuck me. This is a bit of a dog's dinner, isn't it?//

They'd been waiting at the gates, so to speak. Waiting for over an hour, now. It was dawn. The preaks -- precursors, humans -- always, always attacked at dawn. They'd attacked at dawn every day since Fortress X was new, and, as always, the mutants who could fight gathered at the force wall, waiting to fend off the attack.

//Could've had an extra bloody hour in bed.//

This morning, there was no attack.Collapse )

[OOC: And that's that for the catchup bits ganked from the books. They're… still pretty disjointed, but what're you gonna do? These chunks were taken from X-Men Legacy #247, New Mutants #24, and references to X-Men Legacy #248. Still NFI, still NFB, and I'll be tacking up an OOC post later as a wrap for this sucker.]
Jonothon Evan Starsmore
24 December 2013 @ 03:11 pm
//I'm sorry, love,// Jono murmured, back mostly turned away from Jubilee, staring down at the world below the fortress from all too many stories up. //I guess I didn't understand the question. Or why you think I'd have an answer.//

"I don't know, Jono," she replied, looking the other way, one arm wrapped around a knee. "You came from way over in Europe, right? You've seen the world."

Oh yeah, definitely.Collapse )

[OOC: NFB, NFI, more Jono canon catchup, grabbed from New Mutants #22 and #23 this time around. You miss a lot of STUFF when you only focus on a tertiary character's exploits in a multi-title event. Who knew?]
Jonothon Evan Starsmore
24 December 2013 @ 01:30 am
It had taken longer than Jono had hoped it might to get Jubilee to start coming out of her shell around him, and really, he couldn't blame her. She knew as well as anyone that he didn't exactly have the greatest history with vampires, though she had no idea just how deeply ingrained in his family's past that history really ran. They were quite the pair, sitting there in silence for hours before either of them finally started to relax, before Jono started humming stupid pop songs that he remembered her shamelessly tormenting him with back in their Generation X days. And it wasn't for another twenty minutes into that that Jono started really playing those songs up, belting them out as best as he could given the witchblood in his lungs, Jubilee clapping and laughing along, completely forgetting to hide those wickedly pointed fangs.

It had been a good visit, in the end. They'd missed one another, and while Jono generally kept that sort of thing to himself, Jubilee had given him a warm hug that was a few degrees cooler than he was used to before finally letting him fetch his coat so that he could head off to Kaeleer, wishing him a Merry Christm--

And then the world went out.Collapse )

[OOC: NFB, NFI, Yeah, canon catchup time. This is going to be fairly disjointed, since I'm only following the bits of the Age of X storyline that Jono was around for, and it was a fairly disjointed event to start with. This chunk is from Age of X Alpha #1, X-Men Legacy #245, and Age of X Universe #1, with a line taken from X-Men Legacy #244 for good measure.]
Jonothon Evan Starsmore
18 December 2013 @ 04:21 pm
Torn between a work crunch on two separate shows, a flight to America, and that holiday thing that's coming up in a week, and I just came to the realization that between now and at least the weekend, I'm not going to be able to commit to posting pretty much anything. So, here's my heads-up, I'm gonna be pretty much a nonentity for a few days, at least. All my boys? Being quiet, resting off the madness of last week, and Jono's got a substitute for his class tomorrow, woo!

Ah, holidays. Catch you guys on the flipside.
Jonothon Evan Starsmore
22 November 2013 @ 10:44 am
It only took one mistaken attempt at opening the door to office number five that Jono remembered, no, that was actually Hannibal's office and he had been relocated to next door at the start of the semester.

For a guy who did it so thoroughly, so often, Jono was pretty terrible at adapting to change sometimes.

Either way, he was in his own office now, attempting to do paperwork, to plot out the last few classes of the semester, to figure out what the hell his plans for next semester were, trying to ignore how bare the walls were...

That lasted about twenty minutes before he got up, left the room for a ten minute walk back to the Boards, and then returned with an armload of posters of various punk and grunge groups. Maybe once the walls were papered in Pearl Jam and The Clash, he'd be able to focus.


[OOC: Open office post! Jono... doesn't spend much time in this one. Shame on him. Shame.]
Jonothon Evan Starsmore
For the record, Jono adored kids. He really did. Even when he had to put up with a small pack of the little beasts for four solid days thanks to the time difference between Fandom Island and Kaeleer, he adored them. Even after four days of running laps around a bloody mansion, four days of trying to pick up on second languages he couldn't even place, four days of being coated in anything Cook went and put on the table, four days of stepping on toys, four days of being poked at and climbed on and reminding Morton that no, whiskey was not a breakfast drink no matter how bratty his cousin was at the ripe old age of five.

Jono. Loved. Kids.

And he was going to continue telling himself that as he tried to dig himself out from under the heap of hideous porcelain figures that he'd apparently been buried under after an impromptu game of 'round up all the ugly breakable toys and bury Jommo while he tries to nap in the armchair for the first time in three days.'

Really, it was a shame nobody had filled him in on the rules of that particular game. Though, he supposed, at least this would make disposing of the ugly things that much simpler for Karla and Warren down the road.

[OOC: For the Kaeleer crew! Or phone calls, if you feel so inclined.]
Jonothon Evan Starsmore
27 October 2013 @ 03:51 pm
What was the point of informing all of his Glacian war cohorts that they were staying at his apartment if he wasn't going to actually entertain them? Jono very rarely did anything that even remotely resembled 'having a social life,' or even 'entertaining company,' but when he had Momoko, Dinah, Raven, Karla, and Warren all staying under his roof, he felt at least somewhat inclined to do... he didn't know what. Something.

'Something,' in this case, boiled down to a case of beer and a few pizzas of various states of meatiness (or completely non-meatiness, for Raven's sake), and a stack of videos set up beside his television set. This close to Halloween, they were all at least varying states of horror-related, from the Death in a Fence films to pretty much any Halloween special he'd ever managed to catch on VHS.

And as an afterthought, he called around to the handful of people he knew on the island who might be into this sort of thing, inviting them over, too. Because why not? It wasn't quite a party, and it was certainly no Homecoming brunch, but it was cozy and there was food and even good company. And weren't Halloween-inspired movie marathons that much better when there was a little black cat pouncing any unfortunate feet that happened to be dangling down from the sofa?

That's right.

[OOC: Open! If you think you got an invite up to Jono's place for Pizza and a Death In A Fence marathon, you absolutely did. If you think you didn't get an invite... who cares? Free food! OCD-free because, pff, messy Homecoming/Halloween pseudo-party is messy.]