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Mystery Sign Theatre, Thursday Evening

It certainly wasn't a date, no, but Jono and Ariel had set a date, in order to go to the cinema after Glee Club in order to catch whatever happened to be playing at the time. Really, rather than thinking of it as a date or anything like it, Jono preferred to think of it as a prize. A prize for not feeling a jot more than a whit better in the face of realizing that he was a horrible onion murderer once it was pointed out that at least he'd stayed a male on Sunday.

... It didn't actually make full and complete sense to Jonothon, either.

NOW PLAYING:
Hey Jude

//I think you'll like this one, luv,// Jono noted as they stepped into the line. //Plenty of music, supposed to be quite artistic.//

And it helped that he was a bit of a Beatles fan.

[Tacked up for Ariel for suuuuper sloooowplay, but open for anyone else who might be at the MST3k, too.]

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Who said it had to make sense as long as everyone was happy in the end? Ariel gave Jono a smile, already in a fantastic mood from shopping and glee club earlier. "Good," she said. "You know I like music. And you like music, so, really, it should be good for both of us!"

//There's th'hope, at any rate,// Jono mused, not in a terrible mood, himself. It was good to be out and about after taking it fairly easy through most of the week. //Have you been to see many films since coming to the island, luv?//

"A few of them!" Ariel said with a faint smile. "There was this really great one with a shark! Even if that evil old teacher was there and kept interrupting all the good parts."

//Which was that? Maws?// Jono tilted his head thoughtfully, and then shrugged. //I enjoyed that one, I suppose. Personally, if I'm going to watch horror movies, I prefer fewer sharks and more psychopaths with oversized knives.//

Ariel's head bobbed. "Maws, that was it," she said. "And, really, that shark was pretty tame, as far as sharks go. I mean, maybe I'm just too used to them. We...have a lot of them back home. I think I might take a shark over a psychopath with a knife, although sharks are pretty crazyflakes, too."

Jono considered that, wondering momentarily where she might be from that would have enough sharks that a person would be used to having run-ins with them.

Some tropical American city, no doubt. He didn't bother to know most of his American geography if he could help it, generally.

//Really, I'd probably take th'shark as well.// A pause. //Though I've never really had to deal with one before. Not many sharks in London.//

Shock.

Ariel giggled a little at that. "Yeah, they're pretty easy to avoid on land. Not so much with knife-wielding psychopaths."

Which caused her to pause for a moment and consider.

"There aren't any of those in this movie, are there?"

//None that I can recall.// Jono actually had himself a bit of a chuckle at that as he shook his head. //There's war, but that's a little... different. Mostly, music.//

Which was the important part here, so far as Jonothon could tell.

Apparently, considering the smile that spread on her face when he said the word, that was the important part for Ariel, too.

"Good music?" she asked, as if there was ever such a thing as bad music.

//Covers of some of the abslolute best,// Jono promised, almost solemnly, really. //Do you know any of th'Beatles, Sunshine?//

"Is it fair of me to say that if I don't, the only one you can blame is yourself?" asked Ariel with a chuckle.

//Not even remotely.// That statement was accompanied by a nose being stuck up into the air, yes. //But I suppose I'll take th'blame just this once, and be thankful that you'll have seen th'light before this evening is through. Remind me after th'film, I have a few of their albums in my room, I can let you borrow one or two.//

"You might not get them back until next time next week," Ariel warned. "I'll be pretty busy this weekend with homecoming."

//Well, I don't have any shortage of other music to listen to in th'meantime,// Jono pointed out. //I think I can manage for a week without.//

Finally, they reached the ticket booth, and Jono went rummaging through his jacket pocket for his wallet. Yes, the evening out was his prize for... something or other, he wasn't quite certain what. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to attempt to pay his way in regardless.

And hers, as well.

"I guess," Ariel said, "it wouldn't be much of a trade-off if I pointed out that if you get the tickets, I get the snacks."

//Not really, no,// Jono noted, quite pleasantly, in fact, as he counted his money from his wallet with a shrug of his shoulders. //I'm not much of a popcorn person, myself.//

Jono was missing the point. Probably on purpose.

"I guess that just means more for me!" Ariel chirped happily. "Although, if there's bad parts, like with the war and stuff, that we don't like, we could boo and throw some of it at the screen, too. Like when a bad guy's on."

//I,// Jono decided imperially, //would not be adverse to throwing popcorn at the screen under most circumstances. Although I Want You (She's So Heavy) isn't terribly boo-worthy, I assure you.//

... Even while the boys were carrying around the Statue of Liberty and all.

[Bedtime for me! SP tiem is nau?]

"Well, I'm sure we'll still have plenty of popcorn throwing opportunities," Ariel offered. "It could be in celebration for good things, how's that?"

//And in th'place of applause for a song well done,// Jono suggested. //As there aren't really any moments where you could actually applaud without interrupting everybody else in th'cinema.//

"Ooh, I like that," said Ariel. "Like confetti or something! We need to go to more movies, Jono."

Whoever it was who had to clean up after the movie would probably be inclined to seriously disagree.

//I wouldn't be opposed to that,// Jono decided, leading the way toward the snack line. The one that wouldn't do him any good, except as a provider of confetti. //Aside from work and clubs and school, I really don't get out all that much.//

Ariel, however, was all about the movie snacks, as Jono was just about to find out. Her eyes were already wide and scoping out which of the options seemed to be calling to her the most today.

"Work and clubs and school can still take up a lot of time," she offered. "Plus, you've got the band, too!"

//True,// Jono mused. //True. I've got to get them organized for th'fifth, yet. I've been falling behind.//

He had a horrible habit of assuming that anybody with an instrument naturally knew how to play it like a professional, with little practise time, apparently. Which was funny, considering he shared a room with George and knew first-hand how very not-the-case that was.

"I...could probably be practicing my saxophone more," Ariel admitted a little sheepishly.

//How are you taking to that, by th'way?//

Oh, Jono. You didn't want to know.

"Oh, look!" Ariel said, not a diversionary tactic at all. "They've got a special on JuJuBes!"

That earned a squint. Jonothon was not so easily distracted by JuJuBes!

For obvious reasons.

//That well, mm?//

"I've been busy?" Ariel offered, hopefully, before biting her lip slightly and turning her attention to the person at the concession stand so that she could get her large popcorn and JuJuBes and malted milk balls and gummi worms and soda.

//Yes, I suppose I can see how autumn break could have anybody run absolutely ragged,// Jono replied, his tone insinuating a snort that he simply wasn't capable of otherwise.

... Wow, Ariel liked junk food.

//Are you planning on stuffing all of that into yer gob?//

"Well, no," said Ariel with a smile. "Half the popcorn's for throwing, remember? And I wasn't going to lug my saxophone all the way to Vail with me...What if something happened to it?"

//I brought my guitar,// Jono pointed out. //Spent a few mornings just playing it in th'lobby, actually.//

Of course, Jono was good at playing the guitar. But really, he figured the point still stood. Right? Right!

"Aw," Ariel's lower lip stuck out just a little bit. "I missed that. I'd have loved to hear you play by the fireplace, warming up with some cocoa or something..."

//Well, it isn't as though me having my guitar out is something of a novelty, really.//

Though, granted, it did tend to lack that 'warming up with cocoa by the fireplace' charm when he had it out around here.

"No," Ariel agreed, "but I still always like listening to you play."

... Curses, Ariel. Jono couldn't properly lecture you on practising with your sax when you were shamelessly flattering him like this!

//Well, I enjoy playing well enough. I suppose people can just tell when they hear me play.//

Hey, it wasn't shameless flattery if it was true.

"That, and you're good. Really good. I can say that now, because I've had someone showing me all sorts of new things about music."

//And you weren't certain before?//

Hey, Jono had to check, sometimes.

To that, Ariel had to give Jono a little shove. Or, rather, as best a shove she could with her hands filled with snacks, so it was mostly a nudge with her elbow.

"You know what I mean. Of course I was certain before; I've just had it confirmed, how's that?"

Jono swayed a little with the nudge, smiling and shaking his head a little.

//I suppose I can live with that,// he replied. //I guess you'd have no basis for comparison, really, would you?//

"I have plenty of basis for comparison, I'll have you know!" Ariel insisted, pulling herself up as properly as one laden with junk food could manage. "I'm very classically trained, and my mother had the most amazing voice in the whole world. She set the bar pretty high, you know."

//But no guitar,// Jono noted. //Which means I'm safe, for th'time being.//

If another aspiring rock guitarist emerged on the island, then Jono would have to fight to defend his place of prestige, perhaps. But otherwise? Nope. Totally safe.

//You must've gotten yer voice from her, then.//

Ariel smirked a bit at that. "Do I get to pretend now that I don't think I've got a good voice at all so that you have to insist on it until I'm convinced?"

//Only if yer th'sort to shamelessly dig for compliments,// Jono chuckled, shaking his head a little. //Of course, I would have to point out that unlike yer experience with th'guitar, I've been listening to stirring vocals my entire life, and so I'd like to think I'm qualified enough to serve as a judge of these things.//

Ariel, looking suitably impressed, gave a nod. "Of course. And I've actually sort of grown up always hearing about my voice and how good it is, so, sorry, it's not breaking news or anything."

She said this all with a sort of giggle, though, almost as if she was rolling her eyes at the comments, in a way that meant she wasn't one to let it go to her head all the same. She was glad for her voice, of course. How could she not be, loving music as she did? But she hardly wanted to be just a voice. And liked to think that this summer showed that she wasn't.

Really, it had. Having actual spoken conversations with Ariel was still a bit of a novelty for Jono, now and then.

//It figures,// he mused. //I'm always th'last one to find out about these things.//

Ariel gave Jono a soft smile after that. "Not the last," she promised him. "You're actually the first to hear me sing after I got my voice back, you know. Well, second."

She supposed she'd definitely have to count Christian.

"Definitely not last, though."

//Oh...// Well, in that case, Jono was going to have to give the back of his head an awkward scratch. //Then... I'm flattered. Thank you, Sunshine.//

[Alkjlkjasdf CUTEST ICON EVER, ARIEL.]

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