In Front of Groovy Tunes, Saturday Late Afternoon

[furnaceface]

The thing about the welcome picnic, especially with Jono rocking the old Chamber look again, was that it had a funny way of kind of... dragging him back into a somewhat more nostalgic place. There he was, surrounded by people he didn't know, who all looked varying degrees of lost. He kept his wrappings on securely, because he didn't want to freak out too many normals on their first day on the island, and he didn't exactly go out of his way to talk to anyone that he wasn't expected to talk to.

Just like old times.

The other thing about it was that it just didn't have the same draw for him as it did for most people. Tables of food weren't really something that grabbed his attention, except in all of the worst ways, and so somewhere near the end of the picnic, after a few hours of mostly just standing off to the side and people watching, he decided it was time to leave.

As it turned out, nostalgia was an insidious, clinging thing. When he passed by the Groovy Tunes on his way back to the Boards, he took a moment to stop and look in the window. The place was dark inside. Hell, he didn't even know if anyone still opened it, these days. But it brought him back to his own high school days, when this and the library kept him busy around classes and the occasional bout of running off as part of the cavalry to help save some friend's world or other. It had worked out pretty well for him. He got to listen to all the music he wanted, he got the employee discount, and it let him be close to something he was passionate about without anyone expecting him to get invol--

//... Bloody hell.//

Who was he going to have to visit to get his hands on the keys to this place?

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but open if anyone's meandering around the Groovy Tunes!]