Yesterday, there had been some travel to Fandom going on. After all, with Karla attending the faculty meeting at the school (and Julian and Morton being the most paranoid people that Jonothon had ever met), she needed some manner of accompaniment to the island. Even if Jono immediately took off upon arrival to do other things, because, hello, Karla was capable of not getting herself killed. She was a grown bloody woman, after all.
And a biter.
And after the meeting, Jonothon and Raven had both decided to stick around on the island. Jono had to work Saturday morning, and there just didn't seem to be much of a point in doing too much excess travel, besides. He and Raven had gotten to talking while Karla had been in the meeting, and one thing led to another the way it sometimes did, and, well...
The next morning, it wasn't the fact that he was laying naked next to somebody that woke him up, or even the fact that he was handcuffed to the headboard. He didn't have some great 'I don't know who I am' revelation immediately, either. Mostly he was just annoyed at whoever owned the woebegone cat who was on the other side of the bedroom door, exiled to the hallway and so very upset that she hadn't been let inside to visit just yet.
The rest would come soon enough.
[OOC: For that one person!]
- Jono's Room, The Apartment Above the Groovy Tunes, Saturday Morning