fandomtownies | Empire Records ; Monday [ 09/ 11 ]

Agnes didn't have much difficulty finding the place. It's not as though Fandom is a particularly large town after all.

She stopped outside the door before squaring her shoulders and going inside. It was for music, after all. And there was Chad, crouched down, gluing coins to the floor.

Huh. Well, like that, she actually didn't have to strain her neck to look at him. Any contribution Perdita might have had to that train of thought was summarily quashed.

[ooc: I'm about to leave for a root canal, but I should be back in a few hours with strong motivation to keep my mind off of things.]

Chad turned his head up toward the door as he heard the little jingle to alert him that he might actually have to do some work today. He grunted a bit, reluctant, as he was half-way through covering George Washington's face in superglue, but grew a little less disgruntled when he saw who it was.

Sure, she'd said she'd stop by, but that didn't mean Chad actually expected her to do it.

"Hey, Agnes," he said, pressing the quarter to the floor with the others. He capped the glue, wiped a little glue-residue off his hands on his pants as he pulled himself up with a bit of a grunt. Even for him being used to it, it took a lot of work lugging around his big body.

[[ eeeee. ;_; I should be reading about George Catlin's Indian paintings anyway.... -_- ]]

Agnes watched Chad stand up and was reminded of Jason Ogg. Or a tree. Chad wasn't a vampire, she vaguely wondered if he'd ever considered being a smith.

"Hello, Chad. Do you still have time to show me around?"

"Around the store?" Chad asked, placing his hands on his hips as he gave a look around the place. "Uh, yeah, sure, although there isn't really a lot to it...."

"It's all new to me," Agnes pointed out. "I've heard about ceedees and I've heard a lot of different music on the radio. There's more here, though?"

Chad nodded, turning to move across the store with a little wave of his arm for Agnes to follow. "Lots more. All these rows here," he said, indicating the bins they were moving through, "are the CDs. On that wall are tapes, which came before CDs, and over there," he pointed to another section of the store ~~which is totally being handwavey based on the store in the film~~ "is the vinyls, which came before tapes. Over there's where we sell all the stuff to play it, and there's a little sheet music and instrument section over there. This is the counter, where I should be most of the time. And over there's the listening booths."

If one thing could be said about Chad's skills as a tour guide, they were at least consise and to the point. He rubbed his throat a little, feeling like he'd just talked for an hour. That was a lot of talking for him.

Perdita had thoughts on listening booths that made Agnes turn around to look at something directly away from Chad for a moment while she waited for the blush to be a bit less burning.

"Should I ask why you were sticking coins to the floor?" she asked while she pretended to be terribly absorbed in the buttons in the button jar.

Chad shrugged. "I felt inspired." There was a slight twitch of a grin. "See how many people try to pick them up."

"Nanny Ogg would probably just take up the floor along with the coins," Agnes said, finally looking up from her fascinating perusal of buttons for things she had ever heard of.

Chad looked down at his handiwork with a frown and a grunt. "Huh. Didn't think of that possibility..." He scratched at his head, looking down at them for a longer moment, before remembering that he should probably, you know, work or something. "So, um, can I help you find anything in particular, Agnes?"

"I can use the listening booth?" Agnes asked. "Only I don't have money, but I sort of expected to find songs in bottles or something."

"In bottles?" Chad tilted his head a little. "I don't think we have any of those, but I could check the back room for you..." He turned to start shuffling that way.

"You don't have to bother," Agnes said quickly. "I was here for my curiosity mostly, and if you have some 'punk' music I can listen to...?"

Chad halted, turned back around on his heels, glad to be stopped. He really didn't think they had any, but it would have been rude and just bad customer service to not offer to look. "Sure, I can pick out some for you, and you can check it out in the booths." He cocked his head toward where the open CDs for playing over the main system were, heading over, beckoning her to follow as he shifted through to find some quintessential stuff: the Sex Pistols, the Ramones, the Pixies, the Clash....all the heavy-hitters that seemed good to start out with, to him, anyway. He didn't know too much about punk.

"Why punk? Zero say something about us doing some stuff like this?" It wouldn't particularly surprise him.

"I don't know, but I know someone told me that it was a type of music Zero liked, so I thought I should know what it was."

She pinked at the Sex Pistols and pointed to the Pixies. Who knew the Nac Mac Feegle had music here?

"Go ahead and take all of 'em up, if you'd like," he said, offering her all four with a nod of his head. "I'll be here if you need me."

After a moment, he added, "And you have to let me know what you think." He had a feeling that this reaction could be a pretty interesting one.

Agnes took the ceedee cases and went up to the listening booth. There, she opened one of the cases, blinked at the art inside the case, and looked around for something to shove the whole works into.

Seeing nothing of the sort, she randomly pressed buttons until the CD player opened and she could make the obvious connection between round depression and round object of approximately the same size.

This was more complicated than the radio.

After the comment about music in bottles, Chad wondered if maybe he should have gone up to help Agnes with the listening booth, but was too worried that asking if she needed it might insult in her intelligence and either end up with a punch to the face, a kick in the groin, or a frog in his bed. He was starting to catelogue the possible dangers of messing up around Fandom girls. He wouldn't mind the last one so much, though.

Still, better to not take chances, as he liked both his jaw and groin free from painful attacks. So he idly changed the music in the main system to something nice and soothing for the aftermath of Agnes' punk exposure.

Agnes hit a button and heard a tinny sound coming from the two cupped things on a piece of bowed metal. Holding it up to her ear, she turned up the dial labeled "volume" ~~all the way to 11~~.

She jumped at the sudden harsh buzz of guitars and a rough voice shouting about Anarchy in the youkay.

She fumbled around more to try to make it stop, but her left hand came up to slap her right hand away.

Apparently Perdita really liked the Sex Pistols.

Hm? Chad turned his head in the direction of the listening booths. Did he hear a thump up there? Or did he just imagine it? After all, those booths were supposedly pretty soundproof, but he thought he heard faint strains of punk in the air.

He pondered maybe checking on Agnes. But if it was just his imagination, then he didn't want to seem like he was bothering her.

Maybe if he heard something else.

Perdita had found the music of life. There could be nothing better than the screech of instruments ineptly played and the occasionally drunken bellow from some boy who looked terribly interesting in the liner notes.

Agnes was getting a headache while Perdita fought to keep her from turning off the music.

By the time they finished their argument, an entire CD later, Agnes wasn't willing to try any of the other CDs.

She looked a little dazed when she came out of the listening booth, Perdita singing loudly in her head.

See? Everything was a-okay.

"Well? What'd ya think?" Chad called up when he heard her emerge.

Agnes shook herself, which was probably an interesting sight, and tried to think over the sound of Perdita's singing. She didn't even have as good a voice as Agnes.

"I... hope we don't do much music like it."

"You didn't like it?" Chad sounded a little disappointed as he moved closer to her, so he didn't have to keep yelling across he store and because he'd noticed that she'd looked quite shaken and that shaking herself didn't shake the shaken look.

But then he realized he might just have a golden opprotunity to steer this girl right when it came to music. But, if was going to do that, he'd have to do it in a more intimate way than just shoving CDs and Agnes into a listening booth.

He pondered exactly how to approach this.

"Punk's not for everyone. You should try some classic rock, that's the good shit."

He'd leave that there for a response before executing his next move.

Good and shit struck Agnes as generally mutually exclusive terms outside of gardening.

Classic rock sounded like it should be troll music.

Never let it be said she wasn't open-minded. "Can I hear something you like?"

Chad nodded, rather proud of himself because that appeared to have worked perfectly.

"You should come by my room sometime, I've got everything. Doors, Hendrix, you've got to hear some Santana. Zeppelin, Floyd. Don't want to listen to that hear, though. Those headphones in the booths aren't very good, and I've got a pair of the really high quality ones that are perfect for that stuff."

He made a very important mental note to pick up a pair of the really high quality headphones before he left his shift tonight.

Agnes nodded as though she had any idea what he meant with that litany of names.

I am an anarchist! Don't know what I want but I know how to get it!

Agnes rubbed her temples and wondered what she could do to get Perdita to just shut up.

"I would love to hear it," she said more fervently than she might have otherwise. "Thank you."

"Cool. Just stop by whenever, room 312."

And he gave her the ever-classic, always awesome thumbs-up.

Which she was noticing was a bit of a thing with him.

Iiiiiiiiiii waaaanna beeee in anarchyyyyyyyyyy!

Shut up!

"Three twelve. Right. I'll just be going now. Thank you," for introducing Perdita to a new way to torture me. "I'll just be going now."

Chad nodded. "Thanks for stopping in, Agnes."

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