The Boards, Sunday Afternoon

[furnaceface]

Well, for better or for worse, Jono had finished moving what remained of his stock from the Groovy Tunes over to the Boards that morning.

'What remained of his stock' mostly consisted of a few boxes of CDs, a couple of lucky albums on vinyl that hadn't been smashed by a fallen beam, three of the guitars that had been narrowly missed by the shark where they'd been hanging on the back wall, a handful of replacement guitar strings, a couple of amplifiers that hadn't been on the floor when the flooding started, and the (somewhat wrinkled) books that Lucille had put out to dry.

Everything else had taken too much water damage or had been crushed. Well. The stereo had survived, but that didn't surprise Jonothon so much. He was fairly certain that it was too spiteful to die.

So he was sitting in the lobby of the Groovy Tunes today come rehearsal time, making absolutely certain that the three guitars he'd salvaged could still handle a tuning and weren't secretly ruined in some way he just hadn't noticed yet.

Whee.

[OOC: Open!]