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Groovy Tunes, Saturday

The stereo today was playing sad songs about cats.

Jono wasn't sure why. Jono really wasn't sure what in the world he'd done to even deserve it. And it wasn't bad music in the least. But it wasn't happy music, and for that, he was side-eyeing the stereo hard, today.

Sad songs about cats.

Honestly, now.

[OOC: My weakness for the Weakerthans, go. Open!]

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Raven was just swinging by to say "hi". She did not anticipate having her heart stomped on just walking in the door. . . .

"What are you listening to?"

//The internet says it's a group called the Weakerthans. I like to call it 'the stereo being a bloody sadist,'// Jono replied, nodding a hello to Raven.

He was absolutely not having an attack of feelings, damn it. And totally hadn't been all bloody day.

"And I thought it was weird when it played a bunch of 80s break up songs at me a couple weeks ago."

//I have to wonder if perhaps it's trying to work through a few issues,// Jono mused, reaching a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck as he regarded the thing. //Sad cat songs are a new one, though.//

Okay, they were about sad cats and depression.

Even so.

". . . Can stereos even have pet cats? Or . . . lovers or whatever?"

That... that was an excellent question.

//Around here?// Jono gave his shoulders a shrug. //Hell if I know. I'd say so, if only because... Fandom's weird.//

"That is maybe the biggest understatement I have ever heard," Raven noted. "So, uh. How are you, then? Other than depressed by the stereo."

//Other than that?// Jono shrugged his shoulders. Shook his head. //Bored out of my skull, I suppose. Not that I'm complaining about our weird little island being quiet lately. If I ask for excitement too loudly, I'm liable to get it.//

And that was only sometimes a good thing.

//Yourself?//

Raven shrugged back. "Just, you know. Dealing. What's the line? One day at a time?" She smiled ruefully. "I'm okay with bored right now. At least I get to be bored while being still."

Well. "Still" wasn't quite the word for it. But staying generally in one place, sure.

"How can you be bored? You're running like, three businesses or something."

Bored but stable? Bored but relatively inert? Jono got what she was getting at, at least, and he nodded in understanding.

//Two businesses,// he replied, shrugging. //Just here and the Boards. And I wouldn't call what goes on at the Boards 'business,' really, anyway.//

So far, mostly he'd just given away a lot of alcohol.

"So, what, just hiding out in an otherwise abandoned building, then?" Raven asked.

//... Basically for a few years that's exactly what it was, yes.// Jono shrugged awkwardly, and then waved a hand around vaguely. //What I need to do is bring a band in to perform or something. An attention-getter so that people are aware that there's a stage in town, and that things actually happen on it. Or... I don't know. Acting workshops or something. The locals aren't as interested in theatre as they used to be.//

"I like that band idea," Raven said. "Do you have any in mind?"

Jono shook his head a little.

//I'd kind of hoped that there were enough musicians on the island to be able to scrape together something local,// he admitted. //Otherwise... I don't know. I could call my friend Envy, perhaps. She's quite the successful musician, these days.//

Or, he supposed, he could call Alison. Because what the island needed was absolutely a Dazzler concert.

"Maybe you could, like. . . . Get the kids at the school to start their own band? Hold auditions or something."

//There's a thought,// Jono mused. //The school doesn't have any clubs this semester. Putting together a band instead might even work...//

He could already think of a drummer and a guitarist offhand, at that.

"There you go," Raven said. "The beginnings of a plan. I've found the best way to make those happen is to just go for it."

Admittedly, this sometimes led to plans like walking across the continental United States.

On the other hand, that plan had worked. It was hard to argue with the results.

//There's my problem,// Jono mused. //I overthink things. Always have. The few times I did just go for it blew up in my face.//

...

//Not literally. Mostly.//

"If it was literal, how would you even tell," Raven teased. "Okay, so what's the worst that could happen if you just leaped in and tried to form a band? You don't end up with a band? You're already bandless, so hey, not a big deal."

//You... make a good point,// Jono allowed, after taking a moment to wrinkle his nose at her for that first crack. //And asking it makes me want to think about what the worst that could happen really is. This is Fandom. I don't want to give it ideas.//

". . . Your bassist ends up being a siren and it feeds on everyone in the audience at every gig." Was it wrong that this was fun? "Or, ooo, they could end up only being able to play that one song from Czechoslovakia that makes people kill themselves!"

//Or it turns out that the band I put together is a Weakerthans cover band, they open with this bloody song, and then the theatre burns down immediately after.//

... It actually was kind of fun, wasn't it?

"And hey, if the building burns down, you won't have to worry about what to do with it anymore."

//You realize you're just going to tempt me to commit arson, Raven. It would be terribly easy.//

What with the being on fire. He could just tell people that he sneezed.

"I mean," Raven said, completely unrepentant. "That doesn't sound boring."

//True enough, though I do have tenants living upstairs who might object to being smoked out of their home so soon after moving in, too.//

And Ino would kill him. Even if he was damn near impossible to kill. She'd find a way.

"Fine," Raven said with an exaggerated sigh. "Arson will be plan C."

//After desperately rounding up high school students and... what... getting up onstage myself?//

Which could be interesting, granted.

"You say that one like it's totally ridiculous."

//Well, maybe it isn't totally ridiculous,// Jono allowed, if grudgingly. //But I'm not exactly great at marketing... er... me.//

He felt weird about it.

"I mean, you kind of haven't been great at marketing anything else for this place, either."

//And that's why I've been resorting to bribing people to show up with beer,// Jono replied, snapping his fingers and then pointing at Raven. //A marketing genius, I am not.//

"Maybe you should find one of those?" Raven suggested. "Do you think there're any marketing geniuses on the island?"

//If there are, I certainly haven't met them,// Jono muttered. //I'd deliver messages for the squirrels to get the radio broadcasters to read on the air, but who knows how many ways those messages would get garbled? Can't trust a squirrel, really.//

". . . Okay, but have you tried?" Raven asked. "I mean, near as I can tell, if you give them enough rum, they'll do anything for you."

//Well...// Jono shrugged. //I suppose if I were to write the note myself, at least it'd be legible. I could just have them deliver it to whoever is doing the reading that day...//

"I say go for it," Raven said. "I mean, the worst that could happen is somehow the island explodes."

//Somehow,// Jono replied, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling. //You say that as though that's something it's never done before.//

Well, the school blew up that one time. And the Nothing kind of imploded the island, once...

//But you make a good point. Alright, I'll give the radio a try. Just as soon as I figure out what it is I want to do, exactly.//

". . . Wait, has the island actually exploded?"

Raven would get on him for that little extra procrastination at the end there in a minute.

//Aliens blew up the school once, I think,// Jono offered. //I wasn't there for it, but I had a lot of time on my hands to read old newspapers back when I was a library aide myself.//

"Yeah, but the school isn't the whole island. I mean, I know it thinks it is, but it isn't."

//The island was also eaten by a large wall of absolute emptiness, once,// Jono added. //Not quite the same as blowing up, but it was disturbing enough watching everything get swallowed up into void I figure it counts.//

"Okay, if we're talking metaphorical explosions, the island does that three times a year."

//Well, you did say 'somehow,'// Jono noted, shrugging. //I'm sure it's happened at some point. The island's history involves many fun and fantastic things, none of which I ever want to see in person again.//

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