Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [08/03].

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The Annoying Vinyl Hipster was being...well...an annoying vinyl hipster that Tuesday, complaining to Troy that there seemed to be something wrong with all of the record players. And even though Troy didn't really know much about record players, he did have an uncanny ability for fixing things, so he agreed to come over and at least have a look.

But he wasn't hearing anything wrong. Maybe he was definitely not vinyl hipstery enough, but when AVH played the record for him and then looked at Troy expectently, he didn't know what the problem was.

"So what?" he asked. "It sounds fine. Dolly Parton, right?"

That was when AVH shook his head gravely and took a moment to show Troy what album it was.

And Troy? Was stunned.

"What?" he balked, taking the record from him a moment to inspect before shoving it back into his hands. "Play it again."

And, yup, there was no denying it, that was definitely a Hozier song.

Troy's eyes went wide. "Hold on."

He went to grab a Dolly Parton record; they put it on another player, and the results were...

Well, they were a little disturbing, to be honest.

"That's wrinkling my brain," said Troy, stunned, staring at the record players like they were possessed.

Did they have any exorcists around the island? He felt like they should have at least a few exorcists around the island...

Groovy Tunes is open!

[[ and I have not been able to get this out of my head since I saw it, wtfffff?????? ]]

Magic Box | Tuesday

[scarlet_chaos]

Wanda had the feeling that this Halloween thing might be here to stay, judging from the three boxes filled with fake spiderwebs that got delivered today. She hoped they were fake, at least. She just was going to put them up in the store and not ask any questions.

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The Perk | Tuesday Afternoon

[begmetwice]

Irene had been in Fandom for over a week now, and while she had certainly had something of a crash course in settling back in -- the fire alarms in the middle of the night had been a delight, truly, not to mention the absolute insanity she'd engaged in on Wednesday -- she still felt a bit like she was getting her bearings.

Some things had been startlingly familiar, and the Perk was one of them. Tuesday afternoon found her slipping out of the shop after spending the morning frustratedly untangling a shipment of whips that had come in all jumbled together, instead opting to try to clear her head with a little bit of fancy coffee.

And gossip, of course. There was nothing so relaxing as catching up on news, and she was still trying to get through six years' worth of celebrity gossip. So Irene found herself a squishy chair in the corner in which to sip her cappuccino and continue down her latest rabbit hole: how Ellen DeGeneres was apparently secretly just awful, and it all had something to do with whether or not she'd attended a birthday party thrown by the actress who had starred in the adaptation of those horrible fake bondage books? Amazing.

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