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Groovy Tunes, Thursday

Jono was actually starting to get used to the island's weird 're-playing past events' thing. In fact, today, he was taking advantage of it, his electric guitar out and plugged in, playing bits of a song, waiting a moment, and then listening to the room around him playing it back.

Apparently, today the Groovy Tunes had a bit of an island-enforced echo to it.

And if Jono was taking advantage of that to play an electric guitar cover of 'Dueling Banjos' with himself... well... if the weirdness wasn't going away, he was going to have fun with it. Whatever.

[OOC: Open, and OCD-free! I meant to have this posted way earlier, go team me.]

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Rosalind was supposed to be at work today. She... wasn't so much, unless she squinted a lot and contemplated the fact that checking in on Jono was sometimes a bit of a job.

So, no, she wasn't at work. She was, however, checking on Jono for no particular reason.

"Having fun?" she asked dryly, sipping at her coffee as the door fell shut behind her. "Hello."

//Passing the time,// Jono replied, glancing up at her and giving her a nod hello. //Keeping... busy. Playing guitar counts as work when you run a music shop, doesn't it?//

He was going to go with 'yes.'

Yes? Yes.

//And how are you, luv?//

Sadly, she couldn't argue that.

"Same as always," Rosalind said, wandering over to him. "Though the skipping work part is new. I don't know if I should blame the shop or the island for it."

Possibly both.

//I had been wondering,// Jono admitted, giving her a curious look. //What in the world could possibly have you not actually at work? What's the island doing now?//

"The door disappeared," she said, her voice very dry and matter-of-fact. "And my shelves have moved to block where the door used to be. The counter is now at the back, along with my reading area. Not that either will do anyone any good there."

A beat.

"If I'm lucky, it'll be back to normal for Liara's shift tomorrow."

She could hope?

//Well, if it isn't and you happen to need somebody to take out a wall for you...//

He was only half joking. He was still more than a little keyed up after the massacre in Kaeleer over the weekend, and an excuse to cause a little useful mayhem would have been much appreciated.

"If I need that, I'll know to ask you," she agreed.

Rosalind could do it herself but, well, manual labour was good for Jono.

"How have you been?"

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//If I said I had no complaints, I'd be lying horribly,// Jono replied, furrowing his brow before reaching down to shut off his amp. He wasn't going to be playing anything for a little while, he was pretty sure. //I'm still getting used to the way things are, while missing the way things were. You know, I got an emergency call on the weekend, and I immediately reached for a weapon I can't even use? Habit.//

"Bad habit," she noted. Rosalind took another swallow of coffee and asked, "Did you reach for another weapon right after?"

Jonothon gave his head a shake.

//I was forgetting, at the time, that I am the weapon.//

Made carrying them a little redundant, really.

She paused at that, thought it over, then nodded.

"You are," Rosalind agreed. "Though overkill in many situations."

//Perhaps,// Jono agreed. //Though I can tone it back, if need be. I figure they wouldn't have called me in unless they were looking for a little bit of overkill, though. That's generally how it goes with these things. A flying army or a sorceress that's been terrorizing a world for years...//

If you wanted something blown up, that's what Jono was there for.

Rosalind could blow things up just fine without his help.

"What was the situation?" she asked curiously.

//A group of humans with powers had moved in on an island populated by unicorns - a sentient race, at least in the world in question. They were to clear the land for human settlement by killing any unicorn that refused to be put to work as a beast of burden.//

He gave his head a slow shake.

//By the time we arrived to help, the fields were already stained red with unicorn blood. It was bloody genocide.//

She... wasn't quite sure what unicorns were, to be honest, which was probably a crime given that she ran a book store.

But she understood what he meant in any case.

"Did you drive back the humans?"

//A few of them survived long enough to be driven back,// Jonothon replied, grimly. //We did quite the number on the rest.//

Jono had a year of playing Weapon X assassin under his belt. The Blood that he'd faced really hadn't stood a chance.

Some of them hadn't even seen it coming.

"That's good," she said quietly, approvingly. "Will you be going back to help with putting everything back together? Or are they handling that?"

//I'm not sure I'd be welcome, even if there was anything else they needed,// Jono admitted. //I helped, just like everyone else that answered the call, of course. But I'm human, more or less, and right now, I think the less they see of us, the happier they'll be. I can relate well enough to that, I suppose.//

"More or less human?" she asked, scoffing. "Being on fire doesn't take your humanity away."

//No, but the genetics involved that gave me these flames in the first place do,// Jono replied with a shrug. //Depending on who you ask, at least. I come from a world where it's very 'us and them,' And after enough time spent struggling against them and their attempts to exterminate us, it gets hard to bear in mind that we all came from the same bloody place.//

He closed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

//Every time I go back there, I seem to leave with one more reminder of it.//

"Why go back then?"

It was the obvious question.

//Good question. It's chewed me up and ripped me apart and rewritten me and thrown me to the dogs more times than I can count, now. Karla has actually informed me that I'm to avoid it if I possibly can. But it's not so easy as that, to turn your back on something that you feel you should be responsible for, is it?//

He shrugged his shoulders a little.

//People can say whatever they like about it, but it's nothing short of war back there, and I'm on the losing side. I can't stay there, I'll go mad. But I can't walk away entirely, either. It's still my war.//

"I wonder if that's true," Rosalind said. "Or if it's just a responsibility you're afraid of letting go. Not that that's a bad thing. I'm known for that myself."

//I thought you might understand that,// Jono replied with a nod. //It's... it's the situation I left behind, and I'm too much a part of it, and it's too much a part of me. I know I should walk away and never look back, but it's not so easy to do.//

"Because if you stay a little longer, maybe you can make a difference," she murmured. "It's hard to walk away from that."

//I had students there,// he shared. //Some of them, I brought to that school myself, from whatever nightmare they were living in before. I haven't taught there for years, but they're still my responsibility. I can't just start to make a difference in their lives and then quit just because it's difficult.//

Perhaps 'difficult' was understatement, considering.

Just a tad.

"True," she said, thinking of Reno and Rookies and the various degrees of care they'd received over the years. "But hurting yourself to do it is counter-productive."

//Well, it's not as though I set out intending to come back in pieces,// Jono noted. //I spent months going back and forth from the island to fight, and I only came back seriously injured once before the team disbanded.//

And he hadn't been aware until after the fact that Thrash had set him up for a suicide run. One that his entire team came out of alive, no less, because he'd taken charge of the mission.

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