Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

It had really only been a matter of time before the new stereo system decided that it was going to develop a mind of its own. Jono hadn't been too surprised, then, to find that when he went to put in a Pearl Jam album, the thing had rebelled and decided to play only select songs, jumping over whatever song it pleased. Apparently it didn't like Nothing Man or Corduroy, and wanted to play the Better Man guitar and organ only mix about eight times.

Jono wasn't going to complain. Not about this. He didn't want to give this new stereo the impression that he cared when it messed with his musical selection. It would only encourage it to act up more.

This place.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]

Outside the Perk, Saturday afternoon

[vdistinctive]

The weather'd started playing nice again this week, and Eliot was feeling that end-of-winter cabin fever, weekly adventure class or no, so after taking Val out for a run around the island, he stopped in at the Perk for a cup of fancy coffee and a pastry and parked himself at one of the outside tables, a bowl of water set down under the table for Val. He had a book with him, but he was doing more sitting than reading, just enjoying the breeze and watching people go by.

God he was glad not to live in the frozen -- or damp -- north anymore.

[My town is shit for coffee shops. So Eliot's getting to do what I wanted to, this afternoon. Open!]