The last thing Jono remembered, he'd been dead. Dying? He couldn't be entirely certain, as he'd slipped out of consciousness shortly after consummating his marriage with Lucrezia Borgia et Cetera last night in this very room.
... Or had he spent his evening with Raven after his concert, making love to himself? Or that lovely young woman who had spoken so flatly at him until they'd started talking about kisses? And there'd been that backup dancer of his. At least it wasn't like the day before with Seif- Ugh.
He was just going to not think about that. Much in the same way he wasn't thinking about how good it had been to just sit around, indulging in sushi and coffee, being aware of how decadent that was in spite of not being aware of the way he usually couldn't enjoy such things.
Or how good it was to spend the weekend being able to sing. Being known for it, in fact. If he hadn't been such a complete idiot over the weekend, he could almost come to miss that. But this was the second time this had happened since he'd first come to Fandom. Maybe he wouldn't be without forever, again.
Maybe he'd just stare out the window at... was that a volcano out there?
For what it was worth, it wasn't the continuity and timeline troubles from the weekend that were eating away at his mind. For reasons that he couldn't quite put a finger on, he was actually already rather used to those.
[OOC: Oooopen. I'm all about shameless linky posts this morning, apparently?]
- Jonothon's Suite at the Arms, Monday Morning