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Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

It had taken him all of a semester of juggling his work schedule and his class schedule, but it had finally occurred to Jonothon that, considering he was both the manager of the Groovy Tunes and their only employee at the moment, he could bloody well set his schedule as he saw fit. And that was why, as soon as he walked into the shop today, he made his way straight to the schedule, scribbled out all of his future Tuesday shifts, and set them for Monday.

It made sense, really, considering he didn't have anything on Mondays at all. Why should he lose hours (and precious time listening to new music) for the sake of class when he had so much free time otherwise?

That accomplished, he pulled out his stash of Pearl Jam CDs, stuck whatever was on the top into the stereo, and stuck a Help Wanted sign in the window before setting about to unloading and putting out new stock.

[Groovy Tunes is open and OCD freeeeeee!]

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So, the music store. If she had any hope of being employed, this was the first stop. Saying she was pessimistic was akin to say the weather was cold out there; it would only made her eyeroll at you.

Once she spotted Jono, Charlie came to an stop. Was she actually going to do this, the old fashioned way? No mental tweaking? Too dangerous repeated herself as she came closer. And really, how hard could it be?

"So...hello there."

Jono glanced up from the box of CDs that he was unpacking, raising his eyebrows slightly at the girl. Nobody he recognized, which meant... Likely a new student. Which generally meant 'approach with caution.'

Then again, if she was a student here, she'd have to get used to things stranger than him, he supposed.

//Hello there, luv. Can I help you with anything?//

[OOC: You actually caught me at 30 minutes to midnight- Mind if we play this thread out tomorrow?]

Edited 2011-01-05 03:42 (UTC)

She didn't notice it, at first. Why would she? It wasn't as if...as if people would go and put words in her head. But Jono did, and for about a minute, Charlie didn't notice it. She, actually, reacted in the last way she thought she would ever react.

//I'm actually wondering who do you need to bribe to...to...waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaitaminute.//

Her face turned into an unmistakable 'Oh snap' shade of pale as she realized what she had just done. Taking a step back, she suddenly looked like she was about to either run away, or start screaming. Instead, she spoke with a somewhat shaky voice. "What the fuck was that?"

Jono blinked.

//... Yer asking me? Right after standing there and answering th'same way? Honestly, luv, you'd think you'd never met another telepath before.//

He actually made a point to accompany this with a small roll of his eyes. Not because he actually thought any less of her, but to show how not a big deal this conversation was.

Since coming to Fandom Island, Jono had been given reason time and again to wonder if perhaps the telepaths actually outnumbered the normals.

//I didn't do it on p-// "On purpose, fuck!" She was starting to grow desperate with it. "And besides myself, there are no telepaths in my word or whatever. So excuse me if I freak out for a moment here."

She ignored the eye roll. She sort of deserved it for not keeping her shit together. "Can't you, I don't know, speak normally? I just answer without thinking and it's driving me crazy."

//I'd love to, gel, but this is my voice. Take it or leave it.//

The slightly irritated tap of his toe against the floor...? Ignore that. Jono was just cranky at the best of times, really.

"What do you mean it's your--" And that would be about the time when she would tilt her head all the way to a side, staring at Jono's lower half of his face, and following the bandages.

"Dude", said as she looked up again. "That would be so cool if it weren't the real deal."

//No,// Jono replied, his tone going stone cold as he looked very pointedly away from her, turning his gaze toward the far wall. //It isn't 'so cool.'//

//Oh, don't be like that.// She wasn't even going to complain about going back to broadcasting. //I'm sorry, I'm just pretty darn good at pissing people off.// Now, if she had at least a little insight on how to apologize properly...

"I need a job." Best change of theme she could think off, really. "I'm broke, lost, alone, and did I mention broke? I can be a really insufferable bitch, believe me, not to mention I can do so many creepy things I'm not entirely sure I should be up and walking and...living." She hadn't considered she might stray into some more personal issues. "But I'm one hell of a dedicated worker, and I can work with people." Sometimes, like once a week.

And if everything failed, she would retort to give him the best kicked puppy eyes she had. And she had grown to be rather good at it.

.... Damn that kicked puppy look. Jonothon made a point to divert his gaze the other way, at that.

//Don't go pissing off th'customers, then,// he replied, his tone still a little flat. //None of this 'insufferable bitch' nonsense. But you've got yer pick of any day of th'week, if you want a shift that badly. I would've given it to you even without th'touching life story, gel.//

//You've heard nothing of it, actually.// Perhaps he would, perhaps he wouldn't. I all depended on how much she grow to trust him. He had given her a job, and that much was a good way to earn her trust.

"And you won't see nothing but a perfectly charming young lady, Boss." Her glee, it might had been a bit of an act, but obtaining a job without needed to tweak minds -and she had no intention to ever try that with Jono- was a great success in her books.

"Um, were would I get paid? I did mention broke, didn't I? Not that I'm demanding anything."

//You get paid after you've actually done some work,// Jono replied, with another eyeroll, this one a little lighter than the last. //Come in on Friday. I'll leave you instructions for using th'till, it's fairly straightforward if you know how to read, and you'll get paid after yer shift th'Friday after.//

So, bi-weekly.

That meant the money she had on her would be used for clothes, and two Fridays in the future, she would have money to...save, probably. She wasn't even going to ask about how much was the payment of, because Jono there didn't look like Mr. Exposition.

She had probably spent all her luck anyway.

"Friday it is, then. I'm Charlie, by the by. Charlie McGee." She was the only person to ask for the payment before introducing herself.

//And you can call me Jono,// he replied, shrugging a little. //Please, do try not to blow th'place up on Friday?//

He would have to be very, very sad if he came in on Monday to ashes and melted cassettes.

//Jono.//

The smirk on her face might be misleading, but Charlie, who knew she could blow the store without that much effort, had no intention on losing her job on the first day. "I'll make my best effort!", replied as she saluted.

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