Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

Jono's yesterday had been fairly fantastic, actually. There had been food, and... not food, which had been every bit as enjoyable as the food. And yes, he'd even enjoyed the shopping more than he'd ever care to admit. Even if he was probably never going to wear that dress again. Ever. Because honestly.

But today brought some vague sort of acceptance that he still had responsibilities even when he had temporary breasts, and so he was at the Groovy Tunes today doing paperwork, balancing budgets, and enthusiastically singing along with anything and everything that came on the radio. His voice as a woman wasn't really familiar to him, so it was a fun game trying to figure out what songs he could handle and which ones made him regret opening his mouth. But, so help him, he was singing.

He wasn't looking forward to this ending, almost as much as he was. But really, he rarely ever felt at home in his own skin, so this was less an inconvenience and more like a novelty. And there were worse people to bear a striking resemblance to than Joan Jett, anyway.

[Open! OCD-free! Lovin' Rock and Roll!]

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[living_endless]

Delirium had been in crisis again -- nothing major on a scale of the Endless, but enough that Didi had to go off and be Death for a while. She finally made it back to the island early Sunday and meandered over to the record store. The girl behind the counter looked unfamiliar at first, but then she took a second glance and smiled.

"You look different," she deadpanned. "New haircut?"

[furnaceface]

"That must be it," Jono replied, grinning a bit. "And it's a touch darker than usual, though I think that suits me well enough. At least it isn't anything drastic."

[living_endless]

"You didn't need too much of a change," Didi nodded. "Just ... something a little different to freshen up your look. I like it."

Then, more sincerely: "It's good. You look happy."

[furnaceface]

"It's weird," Jono admitted, shrugging his shoulders and ducking his head a bit. It really didn't do much to hide his smile, though. "It'll probably be gone again tomorrow, but at least I'll have had a couple of days to run around singing and eating and just generally making an arse of myself. I'm not going to get into just how many times I've brushed my teeth this weekend so far. You don't think that's something you'll actually miss until you can't do it anymore."

Most of what he'd been up to this weekend sort of sat in that category, really.

"And how're you today, luv?"

[living_endless]

"Happy to be back to the island," Didi told him, scrunching her nose. "Del's dog got lost in a pocket dimension and -- well. My family. You know it's going to be a long story. I spent a week or so dealing with it all."

A week chasing down a dog, Jono. You were better not knowing the details.

"But it sounds like you're being terrible," she smiled. Jono's idea of being an arse these days was kind of adorable, really. "Toothbrushing, singing and eating. Next you're going to tell me you put on lipstick too."

[furnaceface]

"I had help with the lipstick," Jono admitted, and now he was blushing, on top of all of that adorable. "Last night involved dressing up. Apparently dressing up involves make-up. I don't think I've ever felt so strangely guilty about looking at a wine glass after putting my lips to it to drink in all my life."

Being in a woman's body and dressing up as such meant tipping the busboy extra, apparently, if you were Jono.

"Don't even get me started on women's shoes."

Just don't. They were evil and he wanted to burn them all. Which, conveniently, he'd have an easy time of come Monday.

[living_endless]

Didi frowned and tilted her head at him. "... wait, did one of you just own makeup and heels, or did you buy them just for the night?"

[furnaceface]

"Hannibal came prepared. He spent a fair bit of time last year as a woman, while reality was twisting around itself here," Jono explained. "I... went shopping."

So, yes. Just for the night, knowing that he'd be hugely unlikely to ever wear any of it ever again. Unless the island was a brat about this sort of thing again.

"I'll probably end up donating at least most of the clothes," he shared in an undertone. "I'm not going to give somebody my second-hand make-up and pretend it's charity, I feel as though that crosses some sort of 'basic human decency' line. Or at least a hygienic one. But anything beyond what I'll likely end up needing again in the future if the island pulls this one on me some more? I don't need to keep it around, no."

And he had a lot more money than he tended to let himself admit, so he didn't feel too bad about being rid of it all. Things had just sort of fallen out that way after the New Warriors, and then Karla had paid him well while he was still in her Court, and there had been investing, and he had owned two businesses, and...

It was weird.

[living_endless]

"I don't think even poor people want somebody else's used makeup anyhow," Didi said, because she agreed there was a hygienic and decency line. "No, but it's good that you took the time to do it right and everything. No point spending two days slouching around in a t-shirt and sweatpants that don't fit right if you don't have to."

She'd been surprised he took the time to shop; she hadn't considered the money factor, mainly because she very rarely thought about money in general.

"So, I'm guessing you went someplace pretty nice ...?"

If wine glasses worth thinking about and high heels were involved, she meant.

[nuclear_snide]

Bob had been surprised and grumpy yesterday, but he'd tried to wait until people were up to go grump at them. Which meant he'd completely misjudged the time and not showed up to the house until Jono was gone.

So today he was trying again. He was annoyed, damn it, and somebody was going to hear about it!

"Do you see this?" he asked, unceremoniously charging through the wall. "What is this? How does this even happen? I don't have a body!"

[furnaceface]

Jono blinked up at Bob as he charged in. And... then blinked again. Because sometimes you needed to do a double take.

Well. He had not been anticipating Bob to be surprise!attractive as a woman. That was going to take a moment to protest, too.

"Yes, well, I don't generally have a chest, but I was still blessed with a pair of breasts this weekend," he noted, raising an eyebrow. "The island thinks it's funny, mate. Just enjoy it while you can. It's a rare chance to... I don't know. Jiggle, I suppose."

For people who were not him. He'd been doing all kinds of things that he didn't typically get to do. Like use toothpicks.

[nuclear_snide]

"Jiggle?" Bob sounded affronted. "I do not jiggle. I'm a ghost!"

[furnaceface]

"No jiggling? Well, that's bloody tragic, is what that is."

See Jono. See Jono demonstrate with his own (quite nice) bosom just how tragic it was. Yes, by giving a little bounce in his seat. Because in a situation like this, being the shameless brat was the best part.

"Actually, it's sort of fun."

[nuclear_snide]

"You may jiggle all you like," and don't think Bob wasn't ogling that, "but I have no desire to do so." He was a classy broad, damn it!

[furnaceface]

"Suit yourself, then."

Jono settled back in his seat, not even bothering to try to hide the little smirk that was toying at his lips.

"I can appreciate how disconcerting it might be, finding yourself changed without any say in the matter." Trust him. He got it. "But in situations like this? There's not a hell of a lot to be done about it. You'll probably get to be a pony at some point, too. Maybe even a small child, if the island has any say in that sort of thing. God knows it tries its best."

[nuclear_snide]

Bob pursed his lips. "I suppose at least I have my mind." Being a child was...not something he'd want to do. He shook his head. "But it makes no sense! I mean -" he shifted back to male "- this is all my mind, and I am still me, but as soon as I stop thinking about it..." Female again. "Even magic has rules!"

[furnaceface]

"Yes, well." Jono shrugged his shoulders at that. "Fandom is a rulebreaker. You've been here long enough, I'm surprised you haven't figured that out yet."

//That said,// he added, telepathically and with his usual masculine voice, //in your case it might even be a matter of the island going, 'Oh no you don't,' and dragging you back to suffer with the rest of us whenever you stop paying attention.//

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker was having an excellent weekend, thank you very much, and she was now getting a few more things in town for the guys. Seeing Groovy Tunes, she figured she might as well get some new music too. Maybe Hardison and Eliot would dance with her, or even better, they could find out if Eliot-the-woman could sing too.

She was looking for vocal music, and turned to the woman at the counter. "If you were a girl for a weekend, what would you want to sing?"

[furnaceface]

Sorry, Parker. The 'woman' at the counter was going to need to take a moment to just laugh, a laugh that really just served to make 'her' a little more giddy still.

"Funny you would ask that, luv. Mostly, I've just been singing anything and everything I possibly can. Though if you have somebody in particular in mind, you might want something a little more specific than my own broad musical tastes."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Oh!" Parker came over and peered at the woman at the counter, curious and amused. "Do I know you? I'm Parker, I've always been female. I want music for Hardison and Eliot because they're girls this weekend and getting Eliot to sing is awesome, when you can talk him into it." She grinned. "You having fun with it?"

Because the three in Eliot's house sure had.

[furnaceface]

"Jonothon," he greeted, offering her a handshake. "Normally decidedly more male and with significantly less face. You have no idea how much fun I've been having with it."

In pretty much every manner possible. Most of which involved his mouth.

Which was the best. Thing. Ever.

"Hardison and Eliot, hm? Do you know what sort of music they like? I really only sort of know them in passing, at best, but a person's musical tastes can be a little difficult to pin down, sometimes."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker shook his hand in her impatient, fast way- a little rude, but focusing on the conversation already. "Eliot likes country music, and plays the guitar. Hardison likes hip-hop and classical and he's re-learning to play the violin. How can you have less face?"

[furnaceface]

"You can have less face by blowing off your entire bottom jaw as an idiot teenager," Jono explained, shrugging his shoulders. As if it was really just that simple. "And I think we can probably find something for each of them to sing, though there isn't exactly much crossover between country and hip-hop, I'm afraid."

So a duet didn't seem too likely.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"He likes other stuff too. Jazz. Pop." Parker's mouth was on automatic as her brain tried to picture that. "I am trying to imagine how that happened, and how you would have a jaw now? Or why? Instead of being a woman without a jaw?" She paused, and frowned. "That was rude, right? Sorry."

[furnaceface]

There was a moment there while Jono contemplated Jazz.

Jazz, he could work with.

"Bit rude, but don't worry about it. It's actually more complicated than it sounds." He shrugged, and then waved for her to follow him over to the jazz music. "Best theory I have for the here and now is that the island figured it would be more fun to give me breasts, since I took most of my chest along with that jaw, and just sort of kept going from there. Really, I'm not complaining in the least, though."

See how not complaining he was? He was actually still in a decent mood, in spite of the conversation.

"The 'how' of me losing it is a bit more complicated."