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Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Okay, so Jono totally could have taken today off and just brushed it off as the result of another holiday, but he'd already taken too much time when he'd taken last weekend off.

... For Christmas.

He was bad at this. But at least this was the sort of job he could come to without really feeling like it was work. Always had been, and with any luck it always would be. And hell, once the CD racks were stocked and he'd spent some time poking through them curiously trying to find the name of an artist that Eliot had mentioned to him on Thursday, he was even sitting down with one of the guitars from the back wall and giving playing along with her music a try.

It was country. It still wasn't really his thing. But boredom was a hell of a motivator, and he wasn't expecting today was going to be terribly busy anyway. Maybe later he'd toy around with fledgling plans to set up some sort of island-wide support network for people who weren't completely comfortable with their powers. Not to be mistaken for a heroing team. Because Jono wasn't getting involved in heroing teams anymore.

He wasn't, dammit.

[OOC: Open! Fiery goth-grunge mutant unexpectedly playing twangy country within.]

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Pinkie was on a mission. She'd fallen through a portal with nothing more than the clothes on her back and the contents of her pockets, and she now had an entire room to herself in the dorms to fill with sheer Pinkieness. She had a lot of shopping to do!

And the music store was actually her first stop.

"Hiya!" she greeted almost before she was actually through the door. "Whatcha playing?"

//Well,// Jono said, placing the voice before he'd actually looked up to see who owned it. There was a certain level of chipper at play in all of that, of course. //Actually, it's a friend of a friend's music, I think, though I'm not terribly familiar with-- Pinkie?//

Look who had just looked up.

"That's me! Boy, word sure gets around fast around here, huh?"

//I--buh,// Jono replied, super intelligently. Clearly he was great at this game. //I wasn't expecting you to be so... upright, today... I think.//

Was there a word? Was it getting around? Jono was processing for another moment or three, please hold.

"Oh, I've never been one to sleep in." Because that was definitely what he meant, right? "I'm such a morning person, it's obnoxious!"

You were hurting his head so badly, Pinkie. So badly.

//I never really took you for one,// Jono noted, blinking. //How's that working out for you, then?//

Maybe she hadn't noticed that she was standing on two human-shaped feet?

Did you notice you were, Jono?

"Being a morning person?" That was sort of a strange question. "Or being obnoxious? I guess both are working out pretty okay."

//No, you're not-- well. I mean.//

Dammit. Jono shook his head, ran a hand through his hair, and then decided to start over again. Probably for the best.

//I'm not used to seeing you be so... un.... equine,// he hedged. Delicately. Just in case.

Pinkie squinted thoughtfully.

"Do you mean . . . that the pony version of me from Equestria used to live here and you think I'm her even though I've never actually met the pony version of me, only the human version of the pony version of my human friend Twilight, who comes through a portal back home sometimes when we need help fighting the forces of disharmony?"

Is that what you meant, Jono?

Jonothon was now staring at you hard, Pinkie.

//... Apparently that'd exactly what I mean, yes.//

Goddammit, Fandom.

Pinkie beamed again. "Okidokiloki! That's what I thought you meant." She stuck out her hand. "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie! I've always been a human and I got here yesterday because my friend accidentally knocked me through a portal. Nice to meetcha!"

//Ah, good t'meet you too, then,// Jono replied, shaking some of the confusion away as he reached to shake her hand. //I'm Jonothon. Jono, for short. The other, more pony-shaped version of you used to teach at the school, here. So did I, though I'm taking some time off.//

Because he was stupid, that was why. He was already losing his mind.

"Time off is fun!" Pinkie said. "Especially when you've got such a nice music store here to spend it in! I was wondering: do you have any drums?"

That was a terrifying question coming from Pinkie Pie. Any version of Pinkie Pie. And yet equally unsurprising, given that she was currently possessive of thumbs. Jono managed to avoid even the most brief looks of mild horror at the thought.

Then again, there was always the morbid curiosity to contend with.

//As a matter of fact, I do. We've got instruments all along th'back, along the wall. Were you looking for a kit, or any one thing in particular?//

"Maybe some bongos," Pinkie said. "Or timpanies! Or one of those neato talking drums? Though, really, I'll drum on basically anything." As demonstrated by her literally drumming on everything she walked by with her fingers as she made her way towards the back wall. "Prooooobably a standard rock kit would be best, though. How soundproof are the dorms?"

//Ah...// Jono scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly. //I haven't been in there in a while, but I don't remember anybody taking issue to my roommate having a drum set back in my own student days.//

In fairness, Jono's memories of his teenage years were suspect as hell, what with having two other completely different lifetimes crammed in there.

That, and George had never really done much drumming.

//The walls are thick, though. So long as you aren't up all hours of the night playing, you should be fine.//

"Good to know!" TappitytappitytaptaptaptapBOOMtappitytap. "I'd hate to drive my new neighbors totally bonkers! Ooo, can I try playing that one?" Pinkie zipped over behind a drum kit done up in shiny blue. "It looks spiffy!"

She did seem to have a decent sense of rhythm, at least. Jono titled his head at the drum kit in question, and then shrugged his shoulders.

//Sure,// he settled on. //Only way to know if it'll work for you is to play it, after all.//

Sometimes he didn't even regret telling people that!

"Wooo!" Pinkie found herself a pair of drum sticks and proceeded to rock out. Towards the end, she had enough energy behind it that she actually started to glow. A pair of pink pony ears grew out of her hair -- which was itself growing, expanding into a perfectly coiffed pony tail that dangled nearly to the floor. Which was a nice trick, considering she'd started to float, even as she kept playing.

She finished with a final riff and a bright, ecstatic grin. As the last crash of the cymbals faded, she nodded.

"Yup, this one seems good."

Please excuse Jono. He was blinking and staring some more.

//Ah... good. Glad they... ah. Work. For you.//

Somehow, he knew he shouldn't have been surprised. He'd already met one Pinkie Pie, after all. But he still hadn't been expecting the... floating. Or the ears. Or what-have-you.

Pinkie idly played another riff. "Thanks! It's nice to know that the magic of friendship can even reach me way out here." She played with the little crystal necklace around her neck and tilted her head. "Though I should have guessed. You've clearly got the magic of something going on, yourself."

//It's more like the magic of explosively disastrous spontaneous genetic mutation,// Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders. //Nothing terribly friendship related, unfortunately.//

Hers sounded much less unpleasant, for a start.

"Oh no! That's too bad." Pinkie really truly looked sorry for you, Jono. "Still, it's made your voice sound all cool and echoey!"

//Well, it's telepathy,// Jono explained, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. //Which does have its positive points, I suppose.//

Like the cool echoey bits, yes.

"You're speaking in my head?" Pinkie blinked at this. "That's so neat!"

//I... it is?//

Generally, yes, it was. Sorry, Pinkie. Jono wasn't used to people thinking anything about being a mutant was cool.

"Uh, yeah." Pinkie was giving you a Look now, Jono. You were so silly! "I don't know anybody else who can do that. You're obviously really special!"

Awkward fidget. Awkward fidget. Suuuuch an awkward fidget.

//Ah... thank you,// he replied, blinking. //I mean, I've never seen anybody...//

... Well, he'd seen plenty of people levitate before. That clearly wasn't the thing to say, here.

//... Grow hair that quickly.//

That would do.

Pinkie shook her pony tail happily. "It'll fade in a little while, with the ears. I only pony up for a long time in battle."

Blink.

Blink blink.

//You... pony up... for battle?//

That was definitely new.

"Me and my friends!" Pinkie said. Her ears and pony tail faded, returning her to base -- still ridiculous -- Pinkie Pie. "Last time we even got armor. Probably because of the Equestrian magic crystals being so close."

Don't ask. Don't ask. Don't ask. Don't ask...

//... What do you fight?//

He asked.

"Usually people who've become so overwhelmed by magic that they can't tell they're hurting things anymore," Pinkie said. "Though one time we took on three sirens trying to eat our classmates' souls."

One more blink, mostly for good measure.

//Sounds exciting,// he noted, actually sounding faintly jealous. Damn it, he really needed to start doing something productive around here. //You enjoy that sort of thing? Or is it more a... duty thing?//

"Well I mean, somebody's gotta do it. And it is nice to get everyone to get along."

//... You're going to have an interesting time here on the island, luv. We get invaded by something at least once a semester.//

He'd been shaken upside-down by one leg the last time. Sigh.

"Really? At my last school it happened way more often than that."

//You'll fit in just fine around here, then,// Jono decided, vaguely amused. //How're you liking the island so far?//

For the whole day she's been here, sure.

"It's pretty neat, I guess," Pinkie said. "I haven't actually seen very much of it, yet. I spent aaaaaaaaaall yesterday after the party texting my friends back home to make sure they knew I wasn't a pony."

And then eventually remembering to tell her family she was okay.

//... Besides ponying up,// that was never going to be anything but a weird phrase to say, //do you... often have to worry about becoming a pony?//

Which, he had to remind himself, was actually still the default picture he had in his mind for Pinkie.

"Oh, I've never actually been a pony." Pinkie waved her hand as though to dismiss THAT silly idea. "It's just that the portal we knew about on the Wondercolts statue leads to Equestria where apparently everyone's a pony. Or a dragon? But that might just be dogs. So I knew there might be an eensie bit of confusion."

//Which is why you knew exactly what I was on about when I was thrown by your... not having hooves,// Jono surmised. //That actually makes a surprising amount of sense.//

Being from Earth 616 helped a bit, there. Jono's 'makes sense' threshold was a bit skewed.

"That and I'm really good at hunches," Pinkie said. "So. How much for the drums?"

Oop, right. Jono was here trying to make a bloody sale. He blinked, shook his head, and then crouched over to poke at the set.

//Right, ah...// He glanced up at her again. //New student discount. S'traditional. Couple hundred?//

How this man made any money around here was anybody's best guess.

"Wow, really?" Pinkie dug out her wallet and pulled a wad of cash free. "That'll leave me with plenty to get everything else I need! You're the best!"

She went in for a hug, apparently unconcerned with the plumes of fire where most of the upper half of his body was supposed to be.

Jono... really didn't see that hug coming. To his credit, he was well beyond his 'freaking out and blowing up entire neighbourhoods' days. Mostly he just stood there, blinking.

He still didn't get much in the way of random hugs. He didn't even mind them! So, a few moments later, he raised a hand to pat her on the back.

//Ah, you're welcome, luv.//

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