Jonathan thought back to last night and the craziest time he'd ever had and it was pretty easy to come up with a stage name. In many ways, this was a rebirth and what happened on stage had changed him. He sat down at the TV table with his plate and picked up a fork, nodding to himself. "Guess it's Scarecrow then, ain't it? What does that make the ship name? I reckon 'Scriddler'."

The best option so far. Given how fucking awful the others were. Jonathan made short work of his omelette, seriously impressive ow fast he inhaled his food, and once he was done, he leaned back and looked very pleased. "I got some ideas going forward, with how to dress and all."