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Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Oh, sweet, beautiful weekend. Jono had been looking forward to it all week, just so that he would have a proper excuse to make his way to the Groovy Tunes to go through the new music selection. A new single by Janet Jackson, an import of the Very Best of Art Garfunkel (UK Edition), a new album by The Doors (which would be coming home with him, thank you) and A-ha (who Jono was sort of surprised to see was still making music), and a handful of DVDs...

Huh. Darren Hayes was still relevant enough to be putting out a video?

Look, it was entirely possible that Jono was well aware that there was a big thing of some sort going on around the island this weekend (he was a telepath, thank you, and everything had gotten rather more loud upstairs than the island generally involved), and it was also completely possible that he was throwing himself into his job today very thoroughly so that he'd actually have the spoons later to deal with it all.

And if he actually happened to sell any music today, even better, come to that. He still had the Help Wanted sign in the window, with a few shifts left over through the week, though he wasn't holding his breath (ha) that there would be any sort of stampede for people to come claim them.

[OOC: Groovy Tunes is open! And OCD-Free!]

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"So you're still here, huh?"

There was an April! Hello!

//April, luv, I'll be here probably until the world burns,// Jono replied. A sort of hello in turn as he set down a few CDs that he'd been shelving and turned a happy (for Jono) look her way. //And you're here for a visit, are you?//

"You got it," she said. "One of those accidental visits everyone loves so much."

She wasn't that annoyed by it, really. If anything, it was a welcome distraction from paperwork.

"I like what you've done with the place." What she really meant was that she liked that he was still keeping it around, but if there were any changes, she liked those too.

Eggsy had ignored the weird crowds in town, making his way around until a help wanted sign managed to catch his eye. A music shop wouldn't be the worst pace to work. Wasn't flipping burgers, at least.

He went on in, hoping to scope the place out a bit. And not even for theft! This time.

"That sign still good?"

There weren't many changes. A few guitars had been sold and were replaced with new stock, mostly. But Jono could take that statement in the spirit it was intended.

//Thanks,// he replied, a touch wryly. //Spent all that time you've been gone thinking it up. You can imagine how much work went into it all.//

C'mon, Jono.

//How've you been, anyway?//

//Good as it's ever been,// Jono replied, glancing first at the new face, and then toward the sign in the window. //I probably would've removed it if it wasn't. I don't think I'm the sort of person who gives people false hope of employment only to laugh in their faces once they come asking.//

But hey, it could be fun, he supposed.

The whole... voice. Thing. It was making Eggsy frown and look around for a moment to confirm it was that guy talking.

"Can't tell with some folks, yeah?"

"Yeah, 'cause you've been so bored without me," she said easily. "I'm good. I'm married now. I work at this job placement foundation in DC. I get to tell 22-year-olds to get off their asses and stop making their parents pay for all their shit." Which was not something April would have loved to hear at 22. Weren't time-jumps fun? "How about you?"

Jono knew that frown. Jono preferred, when he saw that frown, to just power on ahead like nothing was amiss.

In true British fashion. Besides, it was easier to be stiff-upper-lip about things when the upper lip was the only lip he really had much left of.

//Fair enough,// he allowed, shrugging his shoulders so that there was at least some sort of gesture to go with that voice. //You're looking for work, then?//

April, married? That was going to take a bit of processing time, anyway. It sounded like he'd missed out on quite a bit, there.

//I can't complain. Decided to stop giving 'going to war' a decent chunk of my time and start giving 'teaching' and 'running the music shop' a little bit more. And casually moving my things into my partner's house a box at a time.//

You know, maybe if he took the place over slowly enough, Hannibal wouldn't notice or something.

If he wanted to not steal things on a tiny island, yes. Yes, he did.

"Depends on the job. It ain't a janitor, right?"

Stealing things on this particular tiny island couldn't possibly end well. Half the population were career criminals, it seemed.

//Cashier,// Jono clarified. //Selling music and the occasional instrument, giving people suggestions if they come in asking for something-or-other in particular. Knowing where to point them if they want the CD with the naked man in the swimming pool going after the donut on it, just like that one with the baby but different.//

It was a very difficult job, truly.

You lost him at grunge, Jono. IT WAS A GENERATION GAP.

"Don't know older shit that well," Eggsy replied, more than okay with talking himself up. "But catch on quick enough."

Now, if you were talking old musicals, Eggsy would have a strange sort of knowledge about them.

Well, no one could blame Jono for being surprised. It wasn't like April wore a ring or, you know, had sent her Fandom friends invitations to her spontaneous ceremony in her then-boyfriend's living room. Oops.

"Good call," she said. "Chill adulthood suits you. Is that 'partner' like business partner, or 'partner' like ooh, there's someone in your life?"

Marriage and long-term unions for everyone!

Hey, now. Grunge and Weird Al. Jono didn't half-ass his nineties... ness.

//Catching on is just as good,// he decided. //Nobody knows everything there is to know about music, especially in a place like this. What do you listen to, then?//

The music you might see on The Only Way Is Essex and then cry because you watched The Only Way Is Essex.

"Dizzee Rascal ain't bad. Timmy Trumpet." Because he was the chaviest chav ever, Jono.

Happiness and steadfast denial of murder-cannibalism! Romance wasn't dead, but there was probably a recipe tucked away somewhere, just in case!

//That second one,// Jono replied, maybe the slightest bit awkward-fidgety. //Neither of us really saw it coming, especially considering he's--// Older? A dude? Hannibal Lecter? //--a fair bit more cultured than I am, but it seems to be working out for the both of us. And he gets along well enough with Joni, so...//

His priorities were sound, dammit.

Jono was beginning to get that impression. Though he supposed he couldn't deny that 'Freaks' was an insidious earworm, if nothing else.

//So, somebody with an appreciation for the... newer music,// he surmised. //Actually, that's not a bad thing. So far, the staff seems to be a little less modern-minded.//

Or, rather, another employee with an appreciation for older grunge and metal, and one who had played the hippiest song to ever hippy, the other day.

//How are Mondays?//

Jono's interviews were super thorough. Maybe he'd even ask this boy his name eventually, too.

Yes, it was safe to say that Eggsy would not fit into that mold. So, way to branch out. And do a thorough background check.

"Yeah?" he asked, smiling brightly. "I can do Mondays."

Hey, it was the island. And Jono was a telepath. And it wasn't like Eggsy could run away with anything that really meant anything. Groovy Tunes was mostly just Jono's excuse to listen to music all day once a week and claim he was being productive, after all.

//Excellent. Then I'm Jono, I'll be the one signing your cheques, and... there's actually not much to the grand tour. Music there, instruments there, cash register is fairly self-explanatory.//

"Eggsy," he replied, keeping with the proud tradition of weird nicknames from Britain. "Where you from?"

//Leyton,// Jono replied, because anybody with a nickname like that and an accent like that probably wanted something a little more specific than 'London.' //It's been a while since I've been back there, but it's still about as 'home' as anywhere'll ever be. Yourself?//

"Do the students still come flocking at the sight of those signs?"

Cable had always had this habit of occupying doorways like they should be making way for him, instead of him making his way through. Somehow several years of being a parent hadn't lessened that effect any.

It got Eggsy to grin again. "Bounced around a lot," he said with a shrug. "Lot of shit estate housing in south London. Third ex-pat I've run into."

Well, any doorway that knew what was good for it would probably be doing just that, anyway.

//Less flocking, and more... wandering in at a slow trickle,// Jono replied, a little wry quirk of a smile more obvious in his voice than anywhere on his face. //I actually hired two this week. That might actually be a record since I came back.//

It probably was, at that.

//Hello, Cable. It's been a while.//

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