Groovy Tunes, Saturday

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... Well.

Jono had come downstairs a little late today to open up shop, still not quite finished sleeping off the exhaustion that he'd caused himself being an idiot making certain things were in order back in Glacia. When what he was faced with was an eyeful of glitter through the storefront windows, he even had a few second thoughts about just how badly he actually wanted to open the music store today at all.

But really, it wasn't as though Jono could stay away from his music for long. With a shake of his head, he flipped the sign to 'Open,' turned on some manner of coffee shop folk music station that wasn't distracting or entirely insufferable, and settled behind the counter with one of the Vonnegut books that he'd read almost to the point of ruin. He was going to have to get a new copy soon. Either that, or suck it up and get the e-book for that tablet that Hannibal had gotten for him for Christmas.

Eh, one of these days.

[Open! And practically method-RP, as I am both very tired, and unexpectedly covered in glitter.]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal finished a chapter of his book, got up to get coffee convinced Beethoven to vacate his lap and got up to get coffee, and once it was sane-people-are-up time, called Jono.

Not that he thought Jono was sane, but he was hoping he was sleeping.

[furnaceface]

Ahaha, Jono and sane. Hell, under normal circumstances, Jono wouldn't even be sleeping.

Still, he was happy to answer his phone. He was bored, here, and he'd actually managed to figure out how to single out particular artists on that tablet music program that had been installed.

Apparently this morning was a 'Listening to all of the Tracy Chapman ever' morning. Some days were just Tracy Chapman days.

//It's a 'phone call from down the road' sort of day, hm?//

At least he sounded amused when he answered the phone, here.

[sharp_as_knives]

"You're on the island already then?" Hannibal asked. "I had hoped to reach you in time to warn you away. But since you've presumably seen the weather, you should understand if I say I'm not setting a foot outside without very good reason."

Glitter and plaid clashed, okay?

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//I... might not have actually left the island,// Jono admitted, sounding only slightly sheepish about it, //since, er, since the baby was born.//

HE WASN'T AVOIDING ANYTHING AT ALL AND NOBODY COULD PROVE IT.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I see." Hannibal was even more amused now. "Would you like to visit? By the time you arrive, you should be unrecognizable to anyone."

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//Only if you don't mind that I'll have practically rolled around in it my the time I get there,// Jono mused. //I'm fairly used to glitter, being a Fandom High alumnus, but I think I might actually be able to draw my line at this, mate. Unless I haul myself away to the shower the moment I get in. Or wrap myself in cellophane first. Or... something...//

The cellophane might work, actually.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had a suit he could borrow!

"I leave the decision to you," Hannibal said, chuckling. "I will certainly understand should you elect to stay inside. This is a first for the island, then?"

[furnaceface]

Man, Jono would rock the clear plastic look.

//A first that I can recall, though that hardly means much,// Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders even if the gesture would go unseen. //The island has had plenty of ridiculous things fall from the sky. Glitter is practically normal by comparison, really. The strangest is always when it's something alive.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"We've had none of that since the sharks, I think," Hannibal mused. Which was Not A Suggestion, Fandom! "This seems less hazardous so far, though I shudder to think what the cleanup will entail if it doesn't disappear."

Beethoven hopped up on a table to stare out a window, tail twitching. Hannibal went to see what had interested him. "The flamingos are nearly buried."

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Hopefully Jono was in when a walking pile of glitter stomped into the store?

Look, he was able to go about during the day because of the blocked sun, but he didn't have to be happy about it.

[furnaceface]

Jono was absolutely in. And blinking up at Dracula when...

//Oh dear.//

He wasn't laughing! He wasn't laughing, mostly because, well, he couldn't laugh. But look! Look how much laughing Jono wasn't doing!

//Do you, er... need some help with that, mate? I have a vacuum in the back room that might be able to get some of that for you.//

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"I am sparkling." The glittery vampire was glaring at you, Jono.

"If the vacuum will work, that would be wonderful. My magic apparently spreads it around. I have done two wardrobe changes in just the trek from the theatre to here." Drac tried to resist wiping his face. Further. He was going to be tasting glitter for nights.

... "Has Ms Pie gotten into the Library again?"

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//You are sparkling,// Jono agreed, pulling himself up from where he was sitting and setting his book down on the counter. //You're quite possibly the most sparkly vampire I've ever seen.//

Apparently, he'd never met any of the Cullens.

//What brings you to this neck of the woods in such interesting weather? Which I think is just a Fandom thing, mate. But don't quote me on that one.//

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Drac would certainly have opinions of the Sparkly Vampire genus.

"A number of things, actually." He tried again to shake his arm free of the shiny bits. "First, I need new strings and some sheet music. Most of the music I know is... more classic."

Old, Drac. OLD.

[furnaceface]

Jono was wincing a little. Well. That was glitter everywhere, then. Ah well. A quick reach into the back room, and he was surfacing again with a small vacuum cleaner.

//Well, you're in the right place for both of those things, at least,// he noted, //though I'm not so certain that second one was worth this much glitter. I suppose we'll have to make it worthwhile, now that you're here. Are you looking for anything in particular?//

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"My apologies," he sighed. "I took advantage of the lack of sunlight to actually come out during human business hours."

It said something about Drac's lifestory that he stood still to be vacuumed... and it said something about his trust in Jono that he was going to allow the human to vacuum him.

Also, Drac didn't know how to work a vacuum.

"Something modern but tasteful. I'm considering asking my old band to play at Mavis' birthday party this year."

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//You know, if you call in advance, I don't mind letting you in to shop,// Jono noted, flicking the vacuum on and trying to get rid of the worst of the glitter. //I'm usually up at night anyway. For the most part, I'm shite at sleeping, and I could always use a good distraction.//

No, really. For his own mental health, he could use all the distractions he could get.

//Modern but tasteful, hm? Do you know what sort of music Mavis enjoys? Rock, perhaps? Or pop?//

[nuclear_snide]

"What, not braving the elements today?" Bob asked, strolling through the wall.

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//Yes, well, some of us have to actually touch the glitter,// Jono replied, sparing Bob a sidelong glance from his book. //You're not hear to blow another make-believe hole in my wall, are you?//

[nuclear_snide]

"Why - would you like me to?" Bob asked, deadpan.

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//Not especially,// Jono decided, equally deadpan. //Bored again?//

[nuclear_snide]

"Rather enjoying the weather, actually." Bob looked back outside. "It's amusing." He looked Jono over. "What, no more ukulele?"

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//I can't pay ukulele all of the time,// Jono pointed out with a shrug. //Some days, I'm dreadfully boring, and I just sit around reading about Ice Nine instead.//

Which suited Jonothon just fine, really.

[nuclear_snide]

"I don't think I know that one." Bob strolled over to read over Jono's shoulder.

[furnaceface]

//Nah? Kurt Vonnegut? It's a novel about... essentially the end of the world, and this new chemical composition of water that reconfigures all water it touches so that it freezes solid at room temperature. But mostly it's a book about people, and how stupid we all are.//

There was a long pause, and then Jono glanced back down at his book.

//Want me to start over?//