Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

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Jonothon didn't breathe. Jono didn't have little things like 'internal organs,' and so you would think that he would be immune to little things like hormone-pollen, as a result. And, in the most technical sense, you would be absolutely right.

Jonothon was also a being made of almost pure psionic energy, surrounded by people, not only teenagers, who were almost all feeling the effects of that pollen, and who tended to project their emotional states, sometimes loudly and very urgently.

Jonothon hated everything, ever, and was sitting behind the counter with narrowed pure-white eyes, a kitten in his lap, and very angry music playing very loudly.

The Groovy Tunes is open, and decidedly uncomfortable today, curse you all.

[Open and around!]

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[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Coming into the shop as usual on Tuesdays, Ariel didn't think anything of the angry music, because this was Jono, here. All she could really think was how it was a shame he was sitting down, because she had been hoping to come in and appreciate his...trousers straight off the bat.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Jono!" she said, leaning on the counter and greeting him wit ha big, dreamy smile.

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.... It was difficult to remain a complete and utter grouch when there was a happy girl leaning against the counter being all pleasant at you. Curse you, Ariel.

//Hello, luv,// he greeted, offering her the slightest nod. Nope, totally not getting up at the moment. //How're you today?//

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"Fantastic," Ariel said with a happy little sigh. "I feel so great! It's almost like there's something in the air. How are you? And your trousers?"

She really, really couldn't help the giggle there, and she didn't forget to give Joni a little wave and smile, too.

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//My trousers are just fine,// Jono intoned, with a glance down at the aforementioned article of clothing. Yep. They were still doing what it was that trousers were meant to do, and therefore these were now Jonothon's favourites.

Joni, of course, was now duty-bound as a kitten to stretch and yawn and purr and dig her claws into Jono's leg before making her way over to wind around Ariel's ankles, squeak-meowing the entire way. //And I've been worse.//

He was still wrestling with his eyes in order to get some colour back into them, but the rampaging libidos of everyone on the island was making it difficult for him to focus on any one thing at a time, with the exception of the obvious.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

That poor kitty either just made a big mistake or was a bit of a masochist, because now Ariel was swooping down to pick her up with no clear concern for Joni's comfort and full intent to squeeze and cuddle to death.

Anything that got within an arms reach of her would know no mercy.

"That's good!" she chirped. "You look like you've probably been worse. Er, I mean, you look good. Like you're doing good. I mean...oh, you know what I mean!"

And then before Joni could probably even squirm, Ariel held her out in front of her at arms-length and said, "Doesn't Jono look nice today, Joni? He's always so handsome when he's brooding."

And then, before she could respond to that, too, it was back to cuddling.

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Don't squash the kitty! Joni was one of the few things keeping Jono from brooding himself into a swirly black hole of emo dooooom. With about that many 'o's, too.

//... Thank you?//

No, he had no idea how to react to a compliment that was quite so... unique as that one.

//I think?//

No idea at all.

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"Well, I mean, you're always handsome, Jono," Ariel supplied, "no matter what. I mean, just now. You're handsome confused, as well. Isn't he, Joni? Yes he is!"

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//... Are you feeling quite alright, Sunshine?//

Yes. Jono had to ask these questions. He had to ask them because he was a silly, silly man.

Joni, meanwhile, felt that it was very important to try to squirm free before the crazy lady ate her or something. Mostly, she'd just accomplished pressing her paws against Ariel's arms and mewling pitifully.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Oops, looks like kitty wanted down! Ariel easily set her back on the counter, figuring she just wanted to be back on Jono's lap. After all, who wouldn't?

"I'm fine!" she smiled. "Great, actually. Why wouldn't I be?"

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//I haven't a clue,// Jono replied, his tone just a touch dry. //I suppose I'm not complaining, mind. But it is difficult to brood with all of this happiness about.//

No, he really didn't mind her presence here in the least.

And 'happiness' was not quite the word which he was searching for, here.

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"And that's different from normal how, exactly?" asked Ariel, pointedly, with a mischievous grin and a quirk of her eyebrow.

Of course, even as she said it, she felt that there was something different, in the way her chest thumped a little harder as she looked at Jono and waited for his answer, and she seemed to notice his hair a little more than usual, his eyes, his smi--

Okay, not his smile, but she had a feeling that if he was doing his version of a smile, she'd notice the wrinkles around his eyes more than usual, too.

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//I would tell you, luv, but you wouldn't believe me if I did,// came Jonothon's reply. Because, really, how do you break it to somebody you've known for months that you also happen to be a psi-sensitive mutant telepath, who is currently trying like hell to keep from soaking up all of the residual horny that's flying about?

Awkward did not begin to touch on that one, really.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"Oh, come on, Jono," Ariel said. "What haven't you been able to tell me before?"

Though she did certainly realize the irony that she had her own things she couldn't exactly tell him.

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

Christian was timid as he walked into the music store. He was worried enough that he'd disappointed Jono by missing the concert,and when he saw his eyes looking like that --

"Sorry," he said, twisting his hands. "It looks as if this is a bad time."

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//No worse than any other,// Jonothon replied, raising an eyebrow slightly. //What caught you up, mate?//

He was, of course, referring to Friday. He knew better around here than to doubt that it was something perfectly valid, but he was generally the nosy sort whenever he could get away with it.

And it was something to talk about that wasn't, 'and have you noticed how everybody is insane lately? I would like to light them all on fire.'

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

"You just seemed a bit" -- Christian gestured vaguely to indicate scary and possibly ready to light people on fire. "I was trapped in a locker, actually. I went in to save a girl -- not that she was grateful about it int he least."

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Jono took a moment to let that explanation sort itself out in his mind. And, after a few more moments, he decided that it was probably never going to make sense, beyond the usual, 'this is Fandom' explanation, and perhaps it would be in bad taste to hold being stuck inside a locker for days against anybody.

It took him a moment and a long blink, but when he opened his eyes again, they were back to normal.

//Seems to me as though we'll have to do another show to make up for th'one you missed, then. George seemed keen on having another go at it when I spoke with her on Sunday. Agrees that our band needs a name, even.//

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

Well, the locker was a lot bigger on the inside than on the outside...

"I'd like that very much!" Christian enthused; he'd been afraid that he'd be out of the band entirely.

Plus, it was an easy week to be enthused, and he was grateful to have something to be enthused about other than the obvious.

"I was a rock star on Halloween, and I think I remember some of his on-stage moves," he explained. "And as for what to call us -- can we be the Bohemian Revolutionaries?"

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//I would have to run that by th'rest of th'band,// Jono noted, thoughtfully. He really didn't think that he was terribly boho, personally, but he supposed as a member of an X-team, he was a revolutionary of sorts... //George had an idea about a name involving waffles, as well. And the others might have something to consider, still. Actually, if we could all get together, and just jot down names, we could throw them into a hat...//

Or combine the insane notions that everybody had thrown onto the table. One of those.

At this point, they would give them a name like "Der Bohemian Waffle Revolution," however, which would probably be best avoided.

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"I could be a Waffle Revolutionary," Christian said, meditatively. "Or -- pull names from a hat. Or argue until the best name is clear to all!"

Because that last option wouldn't take a hundred years, or anything.

"I suppose you could impose your will as well," he added, clearly not liking that choice. Nothing against Jono; Christian just wouldn't be truly happy without truth, beauty, justice, love or revolution in the band name.

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Jono would cope, certainly.

//I don't know so much about waffles, personally,// he mused, but he couldn't exactly begrudge George the name, either. Damn his quest for equality and fairness. Damn it. //That said, we've all got to meet in order to rehearse, yet. Couldn't hurt to have it out when we do, could it?//

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"I wouldn't think so," Christian decided. "When shall we rehearse? Monday and Friday are my best days -- or there's the weekend."

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//Sundays are bad for me,// Jono mused. //And Tuesdays, obviously, but Fridays are fine, and Saturdays as well.//

He tended to use his Mondays for sitting in his room with his covers over his head, trying to sleep off the insanity that was Sundays in the library.

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

"So send out a message and see if Fridays or Saturdays are preferred," Christian urged, not seeing especially concerned about it all -- the days were about the same to him. "What else should we do before the next show?"

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//Tighten up our act, for one,// Jono mused, tilting his head thoughtfully. He could slip notes under people's doors, perhaps. As creepy as it was, it was what he had at his disposal, so far as leaving messages went. //Advertise more. Perhaps work on a few songs of our own, to sneak into th'set list...//

Jono would assist Christian in the song-writing process, if it came down to it.