Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[furnaceface]

For whatever reason, when Jono got to work today, there were stacks upon stacks of CDs waiting for him. Apparently, they'd gotten a shipment in this morning.

The problem was, they were all the same CD. There had been a mixup, and the Groovy Tunes had somehow wound up with fifty copies of Rob Thomas' Something To Be album.

With something resembling a sigh, Jono stuck a sign in the window, proclaiming all copies of that particular album to be half-off, while supplies last, and then he put the CD into the player and let it play.

What was A Someone Broken, anyhow?

[I shun the OCD. Shunnnnn!]

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[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

The advantage of not listening to the radio was that Beka had no reason to feel like she should hide. She'd promised Jonothon a visit a while ago and now that she wasn't a cur, it seemed like a good time to make good on that promise.

"Good day, Jonothon," she greeted afore she let her eyes wander over the store. Was that music cant?

[furnaceface]

//Beka, luv!// Jono greeted her with a nod of his head and something kind of like a smile, if you squinted sideways and pretended that there was a mouth under those bandages. //It's been a while, hasn't it? How've yer been?//

Please ignore that he looked a little more like a mummy today than usual. He'd given his jacket to Jean yesterday, when she'd stopped being a bird and started being a naked girl, instead. So it was trousers and bandages, today.

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

She could ignore that for him. Seeing how she'd been a naked girl instead of a dog.

"It has," she agreed with a nod. She was figuring out what passed as a smile with him. Twas easy to return it as well. "I've been a dog for two weeks, but now I'm not. I think that means I'm doing well now. How about you?"

[furnaceface]

//I've been worse,// he decided, because aside from having misplaced his jacket and the overabundance of Rob Thomas music in the shop today, he really couldn't think of anything apart from the usual that was really the matter.

And this was Jonothon. He'd been trying.

//It must have been a bloody epidemic,// he added, after a moment. //Yer were a dog, Jean was a bird. There was a pony in science class. At least it's only a temporary sort of affliction, hm?//

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

She nodded, somewhat relieved that she'd not been alone in this. "Yes, even if two weeks had me wondering I'd might get stuck. I thought the strange things only lasted for a few days."

[furnaceface]

//That's the impression that I'd been under,// Jono agreed. //Jean was a bird for about a week and a half, herself.//

And it had been both flail-inducing and a huge freaking relief when she'd turned back, too. Nudity and all.

//I suppose the one constant about this place is that nothing is really a constant at all. If it can find some way to throw a person off, it probably will.//

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

She wandered over to one of the racks, considering the shiny boxes. "You're right. It'd be dangerous to assume we know what's going to happen," she agreed. "Not just here," she added. She needed to keep thinking like a Dog (the non-furry kind).

[furnaceface]

Well, Jono had certainly never professed to be able to tell the future, and he would really rather prefer it remain that way.

//That would be life,// he noted, giving a little nod as he wandered along after her, trying to peer over to see what she was looking at. //It's risk, it's a challenge. If yer knew what was coming, what would be the point of living it in the first place?//

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"No, I'd not want to know either," she agreed, picking up one of the cd's (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Favourite-Worst-Nightmare-Arctic-Monkeys/dp/B000PMFUP8/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1258493433&sr=1-2). She'd no idea, but he knew that.

"Sometimes it'd come in handy to know." When she was stuck on a case and knowing folk were getting hurt and she'd not be able to do aught.

"Is this good?" she held it the cd up for him to see.

[furnaceface]

Jono considered the CD for a moment, leaning over a little to take a better look.

//I've never heard of them,// he confessed, and then started poking through the section that she'd taken it from. //They're a little after my time, I'm afraid.//

He hesitated for all of about a half a second (Ever The Same was getting a little maddening by this point) before turning and offering her a... grin? Of sorts?

//Want to give it a listen-to?//

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

"You did promise to let me hear more of the music," she agreed with a nod, holding out the cd for him to take. "You might as well learn as well too."

[furnaceface]

//I might as well,// he agreed, taking the CD and fumbling with it to pull the plastic wrapping off of it. //Half the reason I took the job was so that I could catch up on the decade-and-some that I've missed, after all.//

The other half of the reason? Discount, duh.

The CD was now out of the case, and he was making his way over to take Rob Thomas out. In went the Arctic Monkeys! And on they went!

And Jonothon decided within all of two seconds that he really, really liked these blokes.

[provostsdog.livejournal.com]

Beka took a moment longer to get used to the music. The sound was much different from what she'd heard so far, but she seemed easy to please.

"And how much do you still have to go?" she asked him. She was joking, knowing enough of this world to be aware that there'd be much more to catch up than was in the store.

[streetartsurfer.livejournal.com]

Zach was pretty sure he remembered that Jono worked Tuesdays, and he was happy to see that he was right.

Well, not happy, given the reason for his visit, but at least he didn't have go searching. "Hey," he said, smiling softly, and a bit sadly. "How's it going?"

[furnaceface]

//I can't complain,// Jono decided, running his hands over the bandages over his chest almost self-consciously. He didn't have his jacket today, he'd sacrificed it to a bird last night, and so he was all trousers and bandages. It didn't seem to be an issue, really, except that he recognized the artist right away.

They had an eye for that sort of thing, or something like that.

//Any day I get to spend around here is good in my book.// He quirked an eyebrow slightly. //Looks to me as though yer can't quite say the same, mate.//

[streetartsurfer.livejournal.com]

Zach's fingers itched to draw Jono without the jacket. But this wasn't the time. He'd have to do it from memory later.

"Yeah," Zach offered, shrugging a bit. "I have to head home. There's... family stuff. They need me back there."

To watch his nephew while his mother was sick, because they certainly couldn't count on his sister Jeanne -- the boy's /mother/ -- to do it.

[furnaceface]

//Sorry to hear that, mate,// Jono replied, crossing his arms over his chest almost self-consciously. Almost. Kinda. //I take it that yer won't be back any time soon, then?//

Not when it was 'family stuff.' Family stuff never loaned itself well to 'come back soon.'

[streetartsurfer.livejournal.com]

Zach shook his head. "Probably... Probably not at all," he admitted. "I, uh." He reached into his bag, pulled out a folder. "I made some copies. Of the sketches, I mean. Of you."

There were more sketches in the folder than just the few Jono might have seen Zach making: angles thus and so from his memory, half-portraits and full-body pictures, charcoal and ink and pencil.

Not that Zach had a fixation at all.

[furnaceface]

Oh, no, not even remotely.

Jono's eyebrow twitched upward under his fringe as he eyed the folder that Zach had produced. Partly curious, partly with a sort of sense of skepticism about him. The boy had talent, he certainly couldn't deny that, but he wasn't a terrible fan of looking at his own face.

//Copies?// He leaned over a little, regardless. Curiosity had apparently won. //How many drawings are there in there?//

[streetartsurfer.livejournal.com]

Zach flushed and shrugged. "You're... interesting to draw," he said. "So, uh. A bunch? I... Figured you should see them, is all."

[furnaceface]

Jono considered that for a moment, leaning a little more. Curiosity had definitely won out.

//Well, then out with them, mate. Don't leave me standin' here all day wonderin' what yer drew.//

[streetartsurfer.livejournal.com]

Zach kind of... thrust the folder over to Jono, flushing even more.

[furnaceface]

And Jono accepted it, albeit with a bit of an oof and a somewhat incredulous stare.

What was it with people and blushing at him, anyhow?

And then he shrugged it off and started flipping through the pictures. Quickly at first. He just wanted to get them the hell out of the way. But a few in, he slowed down. Backtracked again. Took his time to look the drawings over.

//These are good,// he decided. And he knew they were good because they were drawings of him, and he didn't want to light them on fire.

[streetartsurfer.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Zach said, breaking out into a bright smile. "I... they're just sketches. But I thought you might like to see them."

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded, and then decided, what the hell? And he went back to look through the drawings a second time around.

//I like them,// he announced. //Which is no small feat. I'm not particularly a fan of lookin' at myself, mate.//