Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[furnaceface]

Well, this was it, then. This was the business that Jono had more or less inherited, since Alice's leaving the island. And, as far as he was aware, the sum of the parts of Groovy Tunes was Jono, a building, and the music.

This probably had to be remedied. Businesses like this didn't exactly run themselves, after all, and so even if Jono would quite happily spend every waking hour of every day here, there was a sign in the window, looking about as flashy as Jono could possibly make it.

Which meant that the sheet of scrap looseleaf with the words "HELP WANTED" scrawled on it in black sharpie was also decorated with little music note stickers. They were scratch-and-sniff and smelled like blueberry.

It counted.

[Groovy Tunes is open and flying OCD-free, as always!]

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[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

As it was Tuesday, Dandelion had loaded up her guitar and headed down to Groovy tunes to find the guy with the bandages and have a jam session.

Because that was supposed to happen every Tuesday, yes? Okay so the sign said "Help Wanted." Obviously the British dude left off the part "TO ROCK!"

"British dude!" she exclaimed as she bounced into the store. "Where's your axe?"

[furnaceface]

Why look, it was the crazy girl! The crazy girl who could play guitar, and thus she was automatically alright in Jono's books, in spite of that craziness.

It added personality. Like Cheez Whiz, but less obnoxious.

//In th'back,// he replied, pleasantly. //You didn't think I would leave it behind, did you?//

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"Well if it's in the back it's obviously behind something!" Dandelion exclaimed as she threw her hands in the air.

[furnaceface]

//And rimshot,// Jono commented, idly tapping a ba-dum! on the counter top with his hands before turning and making his way to the back room. //Come back for more?//

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"More rimshots? I'm a guitar player not a drummer," Dandelion said looking confused. "Or am I a drummer and that's been hidden from me in a vast Nordic conspiracy..."

She thought about that for two seconds.

"Nope. I'm a guitar player."

[furnaceface]

//For more playing, luv,// Jono replied without missing a beat. //I'd ask if you were here lookin' for a job, but considering you've got your guitar with you, I can only assume you want to make more music.//

Loud music! Cats-stuck-in-washing-machines music! Which was ridiculously fun to play, though Jono would never admit it.

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"Well duh," Dandelion said with a bounce. "I'm not here to negotiate my rider contract. Which is extensive by the way. If I was to work here I'd have to be paid in m&m's and Trident Layer gum."

[furnaceface]

//A form of currency that I'm certain could be easily arranged,// Jono pointed out. //How many m&m's would that be by the hour, pray tell?//

Someday, he'd curse that curious streak of his. Today,he'd just start setting up his guitar and amplifier.

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"Two hundred but they all have to be a purple color," Dandelion said seriously. "Preferably lilac."

[furnaceface]

//Well, not that easily arranged,// Jono mused. //Th'best I could offer would probably be about a dozen of those jumbo bags a day, multicoloured. And maybe th'gum, for good behaviour.//

... Now he was just enjoying himself. How did he manage to get along with the crazy people, he'd probably never figure out.

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"Deal!" Dandelion exclaimed. "When do I start?"

Wait. Did she just apply for a job?

Beware Groovy tunes. Be. Ware.

[furnaceface]

Wait, did she really just apply for the job?

Jono was going to have to find an m&m's supplier, he supposed. Not a terrible loss, really, only he did fear what the large amounts of sugar would do to the girl.

//When do you want to start?//

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"That depends," Dandelion replied. "Are we talking Lunar or Roman calendars?"

Not that Dandelion knew the difference.

[furnaceface]

//Th'one that says that today is th'thirteenth of July,// Jono replied, rolling his eyes. //Whichever that is.//

Gregorian, he knew. But sometimes the snark had to shine on through.

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"Oh that one," Dandelion said with a dismissing wave of her hand. "That'll work. What shifts are open?"

[furnaceface]

//Any weekend shift, Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday,// Jono rattled off. //If you have yer heart set on Tuesday, I can pick a different shift myself, as well. I'm not horribly choosy, really.//

Even if he was a bit of a creature of habit, and all.

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"Wednesday!" Dandelion declared. "I take it my responsibilities are to play loud music and fake interest in my client's musical tastes?"

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

Del entered the store casually, looking around before going to the counter.

"Job....ACQUIRED!" It was some sort of statement, and Delirium was actually pretty serious when she said it. In a way. How serious can a multicolored crazy girl can be?

"...Hi."

[furnaceface]

Jono blinked. And then he worked up something akin to a smirk, resting his elbows on the counter.

//Good day, Delirium,// he greeted, pleasantly. //A gel on a mission today, are you?//

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

She pretty much bounced as she nodded.

"I asked and, um, Groovy Tunes." Hmmm, groovy. "Eh...oh! Needed an assit-assis-aaa-ssistant." And she pointed at herself.

"Fridays~"

[furnaceface]

Jono could only imagine what state the shop would be in every Tuesday after one of Del's Friday shifts... But all the same, she was almost like family, once you got your head around all of the twisted timeline other-reality rubbish that Fandom liked to dabble in.

//Fridays, hm? You'd come in and sell music and keep th'place tidy, then?//

Oh, she had the job already, so far as Jonothon was concerned.

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

She gave him a wide grin. "Tidy tidy tidy!" Maybe it was because of the place itself, but Del liked the music store are it was. She could keep a certain order if she tried, and a job was something serious. She could do serious.

But she had a question. "How...do you sell music?"

[furnaceface]

Jono's eyebrows twitched upward slightly at that question, but after a moment's pause, he shrugged and gestured for her to join him behind the counter.

//We exchange albums for money,// he explained. //Each one is priced, so you just charge people that much, and then put th'money into the register.//

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

"Ahhhhhhhh."

So they didn't really sell music; Delirium was actually glad about that; selling the music itself sounded a bit of a stretch for any business. Exiting the counter, she glanced at the albums for a moment. "Can I, um, buy one?"

[furnaceface]

//You can,// Jono agreed. //There's even a discount for employees.// And then, because he was totally riding a power high and he could pick and choose the discounts as he pleased, he added, //Half price.//