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fandomtownies2011-05-05 07:45 pm
furnaceface) wrote in fandomtownies2011-05-05 07:45 pm
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Groovy Tunes, Thursday Evening
Well, this was it. These were the last few moments Jonothon was going to spend on the island, doing last-minute checks to be certain that he'd tied up all his loose ends at the Groovy Tunes, carting around a woebegone feline in her carrier, with a knapsack with only his most personal belongings in it slung over one shoulder.
Most of his things, his magazines and all of his music with the exception of a select few albums, had been put into boxes labelled 'For George.' In his bag, it was the few articles of clothing that he hadn't already sent back to Massachusetts with Angelo and Jubes, wrapped carefully about the last odds and ends from his side of the room. His guitars had gone with them, as well. There was no way he was going to be able to haul those back there on his own through the Portalocity terminal madness. Especially if this went anything like his first time going to Massachusetts.
Which just left the few things he couldn't bear to part with, that he didn't trust in anybody's hands but his own. A slightly broken animatronic parrot, for example. A nautilus shell. A rather handsome leather jacket. A crown. Tokens. Mementos.
What he didn't need, sadly, were his keys to the Groovy Tunes. And if he was lingering a little longer than absolutely necessary when he'd stopped by to drop them off, just soaking in the feel of the place one last time... Well, who would blame him?
[This is going to be Jono's last post on the island, at least until I, you know, have another excuse to make a post on the island for him. Being Jono, he didn't really announce that he was leaving today, but if you have a reason to stop by the Groovy Tunes to catch him, feel free!]
Most of his things, his magazines and all of his music with the exception of a select few albums, had been put into boxes labelled 'For George.' In his bag, it was the few articles of clothing that he hadn't already sent back to Massachusetts with Angelo and Jubes, wrapped carefully about the last odds and ends from his side of the room. His guitars had gone with them, as well. There was no way he was going to be able to haul those back there on his own through the Portalocity terminal madness. Especially if this went anything like his first time going to Massachusetts.
Which just left the few things he couldn't bear to part with, that he didn't trust in anybody's hands but his own. A slightly broken animatronic parrot, for example. A nautilus shell. A rather handsome leather jacket. A crown. Tokens. Mementos.
What he didn't need, sadly, were his keys to the Groovy Tunes. And if he was lingering a little longer than absolutely necessary when he'd stopped by to drop them off, just soaking in the feel of the place one last time... Well, who would blame him?
[This is going to be Jono's last post on the island, at least until I, you know, have another excuse to make a post on the island for him. Being Jono, he didn't really announce that he was leaving today, but if you have a reason to stop by the Groovy Tunes to catch him, feel free!]