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Groovy Tunes - Monday after Classes

Seifer was slowly sorting through paperwork, and doing that stock thing he liked to do. Which meant he was making stacks out of the CD cases. One pile being carefully stacked on the counter to be put away, the other was more cases carelessly tossed into a cardboard box.

Said box would be drug out back and set on fire soon. He had plenty of paperwork for kindling purposes.

And that HELP WANTED sign was still on the door.

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Fawn thought she had seen a sign at the music store looking for help, and another wandering through the town confirmed that fact. Meanwhile, the fact that she had been wandering the town as much as she had was a good indication that she had too much time on her hands, and needed to find something to do. Being surrounded by music was definitely appealing, and she drifted in, intending to wander around and gawk at everything (there were so many CDs! And they were surprisingly inexpensive!) for a while, checking out the iPods that Petra had shown her, and meekly drifting around the store for a good while before she approached the counter and figured this was the person to talk to.

"Um, excuse me?"

Seifer tossed another CD into the burn pile before he looked up, a grin on his face.

The grin was because he was going to have so much fun burning Beiber.

"Newbie? We have a great discount. It's even better if you're an employee."

Hint, hint.

Such a veiled hint at that, too. Fawn quirked an eyebrow for a moment before she said, "Yeah, about that. I noticed there was a sign on the door. How old do you have to be to work here?"

Her attention had drifted, slightly, into the box where he was throwing CDs, looking vaguely concerned.

Seifer wasn't really sure about that, since the only kids he actually knew about on island were Jan and the headmistress' daughter.

"I think, as long as you attend school at Fandom, you're eligible to work here. Can you count Earth Standard money? Work a cash register? Know good music from crap?"

He motioned toward the box as he said 'crap'. "Are you morally opposed to the burning and disposal of said crap?"

"....Doesn't burning things like that smell terrible?" Fawn ventured, making it clear that, yes, she was morally opposed to offending the air that she breathed in like that, without really saying so ~~because she wasn't Britta~~. But yes to all the other things. At least I like to think I do."

And she eyed the boy for a moment, half tempted to ask if he knew the difference, but if she wanted a job, that didn't sound like a smart move.

"The trick is to only burn on non-windy days. Or just break them and add the pretty freaking cool mural I've started on the back wall."

It was mostly abstract at this point, because Seifer had no idea what he was doing with it.

"Then cool, you have a job. What days do you want to work?"

...Just like that. Fawn needed a moment to get over the swell of just how easy that was.

"Um, Wednesdays?" she tried.

If she thought that was easy, just wait.

"Wednesdays are all yours, then." He reached under the counter and then tossed a key on top.

"There you go. Open up when you get here, if there's stock, you sort it for put-away or toss. Lock up when you go. Oh, and I will usually put an envelope in the back office with your pay, but if it's not there, go ahead and take it out of drawer, just leave a note."

Yeah, they were really trusting at Groovy Tunes.

Fawn was just going to stare at the boy for a moment. And then Fawn was going to very placidly take the key and slip it into her pocket.

She felt like she should rob the place blind just because it seemed as though they were just asking for it, but, then again, it was a small island and having a key probably made her a pretty big suspect in a big heist now.

"And, so...selling things, and weeding out the crap," she noted. "Any other job duties I should be aware of?"

The guy didn't even know her name; she shook her head, still a little astounded.

"No, that's pretty much it. Except for the occasional dusting and rearranging when you feel like it." He looked around and shrugged. "I doubt you'll have any problems, but if you do, feel free to yell for me. I'm Seifer by the way."

"I'm Fawn," she offered in reply. "And I will."

She shifted a little awkwardly. "Thanks."

"Hey, I should be thanking you. I was beginning to think I was going to have to shut this place down when I leave at the end of the session."

"Shut it down?" Fawn tilted her head. "Isn't there anyone else working here?"

"There was, but George graduated and had to go back to Seattle. And Petra... I think she still works here. We don't really cross paths a lot."

Hey, he was more worried about his upcoming move and things getting lost by Portal City.

"Oh, I know Petra," said Fawn, boggling a little bit because she didn't know anyone, not really. "She's my big sibling."

"Oh, good, you got someone cool then. You probably would have ended up really traumatized with some of the others."

Like some boys and their girl issues. Not that he was going to name names.

"Everyone keeps mentioning trauma," Fawn said, shaking her head. "I'm starting to think maybe everyone is just going really easy on me, because it's not that bad so far. My roommate bakes cupcakes, I'm in the future, and there are talking animals, which is all kind of weird, but not exactly what I'd call trauma inducing."

Seifer knows he shouldn't, really, it probably goes against everything in the 'Reformed Villians' handbook, but...

"At graduation, the baby island threw drop bears and creepy living dolls at us in an attempt to kill us."

He might have a severed doll head on his desk back in the dorm. And was possibly using it as a lamp.

"Yeah," said Fawn, "I heard about that one, too. I guess trauma only really strikes when you experience it yourself, and it's really difficult to fathom something like that actually happening to myself."

WHY am I watching America's Got Talent?

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