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Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

One thing Jonothon had to say for this island, at least it wasn't lacking in opportunity for employment that suited him perfectly. All he had to do in order to get his head on straight was come in to work, go through the racks of CDs, and pick out some of his feel-good music.

This did not, sadly, go quite according to plan.

//... Pearl Jam never did a cover of Carol of th'Bells.//

Nirvana? No. Bush? No. Anything? Anything at all?

//I hate this naffin' island.//

Groovy tunes was open, and it was festive, like it or not.

[OCD-free, as usual, and open. I'll be back to catch pings after work.]

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And lo, toward closing time a Didi appeared -- and promptly rolled her eyes at the music. "I was kind of hoping you'd have something else on the stereo here."

//No such luck,// Jono sighed, from where he was thumping his forehead slowly and methodically against the countertop. //I work in a music shop, attempting to successfully sell any one of three-thousand copies of Carol of th'naffin' Bells. I can't listen to this music for too long, because then it starts to grate. And I can't turn it off, because sitting in silence is...//

He shrugged as he straightened up. There was a little pink blotch on his forehead from all of the thumping. He shrugged again.

//Too quiet, I suppose.//

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"I get that," Didi said. "Needing noise, I mean. Sometimes when it's quiet at T&C I'll start making Apu play random word games with me. He cheats at Scrabble."

... which wasn't the most incredibly relevant bit of information she had ever shared in her life, no. She looked him over, trying to figure out if he was in better shape than he was last night, and noticed the pink patch from the headbanging.

She reached up a hand. "Here, let me see your forehead."

Jonothon stayed still, even if his knee-jerk reaction was very nearly to pull away, insist that he was quite alright, and then to straighten his hair over the offending mark until it went away, which wouldn't take long at all, really.

No, he stayed still. He wasn't feeling much better than yesterday, but at least today he was better at hiding it.

"Dare I ask how one goes about cheating at Scrabble? Does he make up entirely new words out of all of the little leftover bits that don't quite fit?"

She rubbed her thumb over the faint mark, trying to erase it.

Those hazel eyes were distracting. Didi was better than yesterday, mostly, as long as she didn't think about it.

"Hmmm? Oh, he -- he makes things up and says they're Hindi," she said. "And he argues with me about being racist if I point out you aren't supposed to play foreign words."

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//Yer could always try makin' up words to match,// Jono noted, stuffing a more-or-less pleasant note into his words, then. See? Totally doing great. So long as they both weren't thinking about it. //Say they're from some ancient language long-forgotten. Point out that he's got no way of knowing for sure if they're your real language or not.//

Nefarious, Jono. So very nefarious.

[ooc: These are totally the same punctuation Jono-talky marks I've been using all along. *waves hands*]

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Didi snorted. "My Aztec's a little rusty. Think I could fake it?" she said. "I like to think of myself as being too good to cheat at Scrabble, anyhow."

Toooootally normal conversation. Yay.

//I suppose yer other option would be to learn Hindi,// Jono noted.

And then Carol of the Bells reached another heart-warming swell. And Jono could very well have just turned the stereo off, but giving it a good thump with one fist seemed so very much more satisfying, and so that was the route he took.

... It had about the same effect, at any rate. He'd poke at it to make certain that he hadn't destroyed the thing after close.

//You know, I actually liked that song before today?//

"Hard to remember, but I did too," Didi groaned. "It's happy. And I like -- you know. Bells."

She scrunched up her nose. "I sound like an idiot so I am changing the subject. Were you going to go see the play?"

Jono shrugged, at that.

//I'd been considering it,// he admitted. //Ben had mentioned it in th'library last week, and it sounded... Well, it sounded like Shakespeare, really. And Shakespeare's not terrible or anything, and there are only so many other things to do around here anyhow, and...// And he was babbling. //Did yer want to go?//

"It's a thing to do."

And it didn't involve babbling about nothing or staring at each other and pretending they hadn't slept together while they were insane, so -- "Yes. Yes, I want to go. I like the play, anyhow. Especially since it's my brother's fault to start with."

It was a thing to do, and they needed things, lovely, distracting sorts of things, so that they could both sit in blissful denial until... Something. Jono wasn't certain what that something was just yet, but something.

"Yer brother's fault? Now I hope yer realize that I've got to ask."

Not because of the opportunity to steer the conversation into more new and shiny random directions, but because, wow, curiosity? Totally piqued.

"That might have been why I pointed it out," Didi said, looking up from under her lashes. Flirty eyes and Endless family stories helped with Plan Blissful Denial. "Anyhow, so about five hundred years ago, Morpheus was in this pub in London to see a friend. And he's sitting there, waiting, and he overhears this table of playwrights talking. And one of them, Will -- he's not good, everyone's kind of ragging on his stuff, but he has passion. He says he'd give anything to be great."

She paused, smiling slightly at the foolishness. "So Morpheus gave him greatness. He just asked for two plays in return. This is the first one."

... A year ago, Jono would have called 'gobshite' on that story. And he would have said it aloud, and then would have taken a swig of his beer and picked up his guitar and--

Anyhow, it wasn't gobshite, and he knew it, and that was enough.

//Yer family gets around,// he noted. Which, really, rather went without saying.

[... I think SOW broke my telepathic powers. *eyes last ping*]

... and then Didi would have said "Maybe" and walked away, because she had better things to do than argue with humans and no time to do it in anyhow.

"That's the idea, yeah."

//That's the idea,// Jono echoed, nodding thoughtfully, looking down at the countertop for another moment. And then, all at once he looked up again, curiosity taking the thoughtfulness and wiping it aside before he could get swept up in it all over again. //If that was the first one, which was th'second?//

"Oh, now he believes me," Didi said lightly and to no one in particular. "... it was the last play. The Tempest."

//Yer know, for whatever reason, that doesn't surprise me much,// Jonothon decided. See? Not surprised. This sort of thing was well and truly normal, now.

... Compared to so many things that were weirder.

//I liked that one, actually.//

"Yeah?" Didi asked. She had wandered over to the bins of music and was thumbing idly through 500 country music versions of the Carol of the Bells. "I can see that. What do you like about it?"

Oh, ask hard questions, then! Be like that!

//Caliban,// Jono decided, after a moment's consideration. //For starters. Never quite fit in, but fit in perfectly, yer know? I always kind of admired that, to some degree. Even if th'bloke wasn't quite right in the head, either.//

But then, who was right in the head, anymore?

//'I cried to dream again.'//

"Somehow I'm not surprised," Didi said, considering it as she eyed the cover of the Brad Paisley Carol of the Bells. "He's your type of character, right? And he gets so many of the good lines."

//A few of the more meaningful ones, at least,// Jono agreed. He hesitated for a moment, and then made his way around the counter to stand beside her.

Willie Nelson's Carol of the Bells. Garth Brooks' Carol of the Bells. Toby Keith's Carol of the Bells. Dolly Parton's Carol of the Bells.

This section was starting to kind of terrify him, actually.

//Which is interesting, considering he's got so much weighing against him in th'first place.//

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