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Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Between planning for the wedding and the... event that was still too painful for Jono to really think about too hard, thank you very much, it had been a bit longer since Jonothon had last come in to the Groovy Tunes to do more than write out paycheques than he'd care to admit. But today there really wasn't anything on the go. They were parked at yet another new planet, but he had plenty of time to investigate that later, he and Hannibal really hadn't figured out when they were going to try again with the whole wedding thing, and, really, he just wanted to spend some time with his feet kicked up and his guitar in hand, playing along with whatever happened to come on the stereo.

When he'd actually approached the stereo to find it covered in an assortment of stickers and ribbons, he decided that maybe he'd actually just leave it turned off for the day, not ask, and work on composing his own music instead, after all.

In hindsight, he supposed, he probably shouldn't have been terribly surprised.

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Dante didn't actually have any cash left to buy shit with, but with the way Starsmore kept throwing around half-invitations to come see the place - and the way he had nothing to do and how antsy that made him... well, why not?

"Huh," he said, stepping inside. "This place is bigger than I thought."

Jono paused in his guitar playing to glance Dante's way, and then gave him a little half-nod in greeting.

//Not bad for a shop belonging to an old hipster?//

Jono still took exception to being called either of those things, for the record. But it was okay when he said it himself with his proverbial tongue firmly in his hypothetical cheek.

//CD's,// he said, pointing toward the selection, and then just kept on pointing as he went, //vinyl, DVDs and blu-ray, even some cassettes and the like for anybody coming to the island from somewhere recent-but-not-terribly-recent. Instruments, song books, and equipment are along the back. Looking for anything in particular, or just browsing, Dante?//

Dante shrugged. "I'm bored," he said. "And I guess I got lost on my way to the frisbee shop. Then I figured hey - CDs might work just as good."

Like he'd ever actually play frisbee with a CD. He just couldn't resist tweaking Starsmore approximately ever.

"So where's your huge Nirvana collection? Thought it'd be wall-to-wall."

//Nirvana is over there,// Jono, who would not wish being on the receiving end of a frisbee-thrown CD, but would really only take proper exception to thrown vinyl, replied, sounding amused. //Under 'N.' And yes, we do have their entire discography.//

More because Jono was a completionist when it came to his selection than because of any particular obsession with Nirvana, though that didn't hurt.

//It has nothing on the Pearl Jam selection,// he added, because, why the hell not?

"Okay, how much Pearl Jam could you fit into the building?" Dante had to ask.

//I've been tempted to make a permanent display by the window, but decided against it because I didn't want passers-by to think that's all we carry,// Jono replied. And whether he was being completely serious or not was anybody's best guess, really. It was easier to take the piss out of people when there was fire somewhat obscuring the half of your face that was actually still there.

"Yeah, at least give them five minutes to walk inside and say word one to the guy running the place."

Dante peered over towards the Nirvana section for a moment, then shrugged and wandered over to where Jono was. "Can I ask you a question?"

Jono tilted his head a little, but gave his shoulders a shrug.

//I don't see why not.//

The worst that could happen would be that he'd refuse to answer it, and even then, he was generally fairly straightforward these days. Unless people were asking about the more personal aspects of his mutation. And then he'd dodge and evade and tell people where they could shove it if they didn't leave off.

//What's on your mind, mate?//

"Who the fuck were those guys at your wedding?" Dante said. He looked mildly nonplussed. "I'd have asked after, but I was busy getting drunk."

Off of the wedding booze, because why the hell not.

Jono made a sort of noncommittal psionic grunt of disgust. He wasn't even going to bother keeping that one to himself. He didn't figure Dante would take it personally, considering it wasn't really about him, at all.

//Murderers and bigots,// he muttered. //A pack of idiots, but dangerous ones. The sort who'll pin their own failures on the first possible scapegoat they come across, whether doing so makes any sort of sense or not.//

He paused for a moment, and then shook his head.

//Last time I saw them, they'd murdered a child's parents and were coming for him next, all for the crime of some slightly non-human genetics. There were only the two of them, then.//

Dante snorted. "Sounds like a bunch of stand-up guys," he said. "Guess you've got a pack of 'em in every universe."

//Really, there's no lack of them in mine,// Jono muttered, shaking his head. //Wish I could say I was surprised that they managed to find so many friends since, but hate, fear, and stupidity are plentiful, back home. Drives too many good people into hiding who really just want to go about living their lives.//

Drove them to the edge of extinction, too, but that seemed a bit heavy for a 'so, some idiots ruined your wedding' discussion.

Instead, he said, //You held your own impressively, back there. Thank you for that.//

Dante shrugged. "They were just humans with robot parts sticking to their whatever," he said. "Piece of cake."

He found a random CD display to poke at. "So this happens a lot?"

//Often enough that they've created giant robots for the express purpose of hunting us down and exterminating us indiscriminately,// Jono replied, with a sort of casual lilt to his tone that really just served to highlight how not casual the entire situation was. //Enough that a good portion of the guests were students at the other school I teach at on occasion. The one where mutant children go because even though somebody blows up the school more or less annually, they're still safer there than on their own.//

"At least someone's got their back, then," Dante said.

Damn it. He shouldn't have asked. Starsmore was there for the purpose of being given shit to, not to make him feel sympathetic about something. "You been doing that long?"

//Off and on, ever since I graduated from one of those schools myself,// Jono replied, giving a little shrug of his shoulders. //I owe them that much. For all the hell I've been through because of my connections with them, I'm not really under any illusions about where I would've ended up if they hadn't been there.//

He wasn't exactly a pretty face, unlike most of the ones wearing an X. The word 'Morlock' came to mind a little too easily. And that was the optimistic possibility.

Yeah, Dante wasn't even sure he was fully able to wrap his head around the mental image Starsmore was sketching - or what he felt about it.

So he did what he usually did, and kept it light. "I dunno," he said, "You might've made someone a real pretty fireplace somewhere."

//More portable, though,// Jono noted, happy to take the little detour if Dante wanted to steer the conversation in that direction. //Not that I'm encouraging anybody to get any ideas about marshmallows.//

"Could you roast marshmallows in there?" Dante asked, tilting his head.

Hey, Starsmore had brought it up.

//If I wanted to,// Jono replied, shrugging. //It's psionic energy, not exactly fire, but I can make it burn hot if I want. Don't ask me to do popcorn, though. Had one bad experience with that, had to face the music for ruining several girls' manicures at once, never looked back.//

See, this was better than persecution and futile hopes and all that crap, even if that stuff did keep picking at Dante's brain in spite of the nonsense he was dealing.

He snickered. "You actually did that?" he said. "Man, you got to practice your party tricks before you do 'em."

//Tell me about it,// Jono replied. //They got their revenge, at any rate. I can honestly say I've never seen a trio of ladies with more deadly accuracy with a pillow than any of them.//

He kind of missed the whole Generation X crew. Lee had made it to the wedding, at least. It had been good to see her again.

"They mutants too?" Dante asked, lifting his chin.

//Yes, but their mutant powers didn't involve throwing pillows,// Jono countered. //And one of them isn't actually a mutant anymore. Long story.//

Or short story, depending on how he explained it, he supposed.

//I was still a student myself, then. Graduated here, but went back to Massachusetts Academy. Which... is no longer a school for mutants, but that's probably for the best.//

That had all ended badly. Very badly.

"And why's that?"

Not that Dante, you know. Cared.

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