Groovy Tunes, Thursday

[okteiviakom]

It was Octavia's first shift.

Ever, on any job.

Just another thing to adapt to, she guessed. Jono had left her a note with instructions about running the store, and she was quietly grateful for it. Right now, she was learning to work the till – while shaking her head at the whole idea of it. Exchanging pieces of paper and bits of metal for plastic discs to take them home.

This was going to take adjusting to.

She was still wearing her tough leathers. She was yet to start feeling comfortable in anything else, at least anywhere in public. Maybe that's why the stereo was behaving itself, and actually playing the Elliot Smith compilation she'd wanted it to play.

Groovy Tunes was open and there was a Grounder behind the counter.

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]

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[magnusrushesin]

Magnus was on the hunt for some music. Be it some sweet violin on an elevator or Jock Jams on an old timey western piano.

Because that was his canon, folks.

"Hail and well met, shopkeeper!"

Who, in his mind, was an NPC voiced by the DM.

[okteiviakom]

How dare he. Octavia was very much a PC!

She had also not entirely prepared herself for actually meeting customers. She was far out of her depth, here.

But the way he was dressed, at least, put her –– okay, it didn't quite put her at ease, but it was better than someone coming in looking like what she gathered people in this time and place tended to look like. "Hail," she replied. "Can I help you with something?"

[magnusrushesin]

Nope, she was Griffin doing a higher pitched voice.

"I was wondering what sort of music you have in this fine establishment."

[okteiviakom]

Offensive.

"All kinds," Octavia replied, with a glance around the store. "At least that's what I've been told." She'd had limited time getting to know basically any of it aside from the melancholy man-and-guitar stuff he could hear over the speakers right now. "The CDs are arranged by type, though, if that helps."

[magnusrushesin]

If it helped, female NPCs were the only competent ones.

Also he was automatically translating it to fantasy cd's.

"Oh, cool! Thank you."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded.

She suspected she should've said something else here, to do her job right. Still didn't, though.

[magnusrushesin]

What, no plot hook? FOR SHAME, GRIFFIN.

"Where can I find the one playing? It sounds like this guy I know." Knew. Thanks, The Hunger.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia slipped out from behind the counter to show him the right section. "Here," she said, flipping through some of the albums on display. "Elliott Smith. They have several discs by him."

Not 'we' have. She wasn't quite there yet, with this customer servce thing.

[magnusrushesin]

Well, she was no Tom Bodett...

Magnus hummed in agreement twice like he was totally following her here. "And how do I play these?"

[okteiviakom]

"With the stereo," Octavia said, nodding towards the piece of tech in question. So far behaving itself. "Do you want me to show you how?"

It was perhaps the only thing she actually knew how to do, here.

[magnusrushesin]

"Sure," he said, also adding 'fantasy' in front of that in his head. "Is it mechanical or magical?"

He was being totally serious about that question too.

[okteiviakom]

"... Mechanical," Octavia said, slowly. "Unless I don't know what you mean by magical."

[magnusrushesin]

"You know... magic." He twirled his finger in the air like that helped. "I can't, like, do any. But I know people who can. Usually with some competence."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante'd promised to help Kathy pick out a guitar, but it'd been a while since he'd really taken stock of... well, the stock.

He'd been planning to pop into the store just to look - he hadn't expected it to be open. "... Huh," he said, poking his head in. "New kid?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't help the slight dryness in her tone when she looked over and responded with, "Just new."

She figured 'kid' was probably just a saying, but it wasn't one she was fond of.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante snickered softly. "Fine," he said, "You're right, you don't look like much of a kid."

And he'd have actually hit on her a few months back, but not so much these days. "Starsmore hired you?"

[okteiviakom]

Meanwhile, it was going to take Octavia at the very least several months before she'd start reacting to being hit on with anything other than stonefacing her way through it.

So the timing just wasn't there on either side.

"Yes," she said. "Does that make you a regular customer or someone who works here?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"I'm Dante. I work Fridays," Dante said, shrugging casually with one shoulder. "Been here two years."

[okteiviakom]

"Octavia. Thursdays." Well, obviously. Her tone was dry, so maybe it was a joke? "And I've been here for a couple of weeks."

Not long enough to adjust.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You from anywhere like here or not?" Dante asked, lifting his chin at her leather outfit.

[okteiviakom]

"From somewhere like here." In terms of geography! Someone needed to take her to DC, she was going to recognize several places. "Give or take a nuclear apocalypse and a century of nature taking over almost everything."

[rebelseekspizza]

"So... not quite like here," Dante said, raising his eyebrows. "Got it."

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia agreed. "Not quite."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I'm from a place a little more like this, but we've got a ton of demons running around," Dante offered.

[okteiviakom]

First the guy talking about magic, and now demons.

"Right," Octavia replied, not really giving away whether she believed that or not. Bellamy had said some things about how the island worked. "Did it take getting used to? This island."