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Groovy Tunes, Sunday

New Guitar Day.

If Jono was anybody else, being the owner of the only music shop in town meant he might be putting his effort toward putting together a display of romantic music, to really cash in on the whole upcoming holiday thing.

But Jono was not anybody else. Jono was a salty old cuss in the body of a salty young cuss, and his attention was elsewhere entirely. There were new guitars in today. Beautiful new guitars. And he could try to profit on a holiday he didn't even care about, that was only celebrated by maybe half the island's population anyway...

Or he could go over each and every one, checking for quality, tuning them up, giving each one a test play, talking himself out of bringing any of them home...

His priorities were sound, thank you.

[OOC: ... I'm at the studio playing air guitar while working on a test for a new position at the studio because my priorities are totally sound. Open!]

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Dante hadn't had time last week, but this week he was showing up to the store with his guitar slung lightly over his shoulder, his hands in his pockets.

"Yo, Starsmore," he called, stepping in.

//Dante,// Jono greeted, glancing up and nodding, a cherry red acoustic in his hands, still only half-tuned. //Over here, mate. We got a shipment in.//

They were so pretty, Dante. So pretty.

"What, new guitars?" Dante said, his eyes lighting up. He sped further into the shop. "Holy shit."

Jono nodded, picking a little tune with the... three strings that were actually in tune, and then, with a grin in his eye, he nodded to the half-dozen new instruments that were still waiting for the same treatment.

//Feel free to poke at them,// he said. //I haven't even had a chance to touch most of them, yet.//

"Guess jamming's gonna have to wait until these get tuned," Dante said, slinging his guitar off his back and parking it against the counter.

//I appreciate that we've got similar priorities, here,// Jono replied, not bothering to hide his amusement. //Though, really, who could possibly resist?//

Playing with the new toys was just as fun as jamming, dammit.

"How many of these have we got?" Dante asked, immediately gravitating to a red one with way too many weird sticky-out horn bits.

//Ten up front- I've been over a few of them already. Another four in the back. Should've seen the rickshaw they were delivered in, mate.//

One thing Jono had to say about the island; even though the streets were ridiculous for that sort of thing, his deliveries usually managed to come in one way or the other.

Dante snickered. "Next time, just call me," he said. "Not a big fan of heavy lifting most of the time, but for a bunch of beauties like this, I'm game."

//I'll keep that in mind,// Jono promised, nodding. //I'll spring for pizza or something for the unloading, even.//

"Pizza and guitars," Dante said, pulling up a chair so he could sit down with this one. "Sounds like a great Sunday."

//Sounds like the sort of Sunday I used to only dream of,// Jono agreed.

Technically, because of the pizza bit, he still was.

//God, I love this job.//

It was far less stressful than things he did on the New York end.

"Gotta be better than teaching," Dante said, making an amused noise. "Or whatever you did before you came back here."

//'Teaching or whatever' about sums it up,// Jono replied. And then rolled his eyes. //They've got me doing it again, back there. I come here and deal with a zombie stereo for kicks, now.//

Because of course the damn thing hadn't stayed dead. Of course.

"It's still going?" Dante said, frowning. "Do I have to trash it again?"

//It might just come back again, stronger and angrier than before,// Jono muttered casting a look that way. //At this point, ignoring it seems to be working. If it starts acting up again, maybe I'll attempt to mail it to Tibet or something.//

Dante shook his head. "This store, man," he said. "Nothing at Kathy's ever comes to life."

There was a long pause in reply to that, before Jonothon hedged, //That'd make for one hell of an interesting sex shop.//

For better? For worse? He had no idea.

"Hey, wouldn't put it past this island when it's making everyone horny again," Dante pointed out.

//There are roughly a million reasons why I would not want a sentient sex toy when the island decides it's time to make everybody want nothing more than a good shag,// Jono noted. //Not the least of which being some of the visuals alone.//

There were just... horrifying mental images forming, here, none of which were anything that Jono was about to elaborate on.

Dante snickered softly. "Didn't take you for a prude," he said.

Plucked a string, to hear how out of tune it was.

//I don't even take me for a prude,// Jono countered, plucking the same, already tuned note on his own guitar, //but I've got to draw a line in the sand at talking silicone.//

Dante tightened up the string. "Aw, it'd be funny."

//I suppose it would be one way to knock a person out of the mood, at least,// Jono mused. //Maybe I wouldn't even have to move to a different reality for the week, instead.//

Not that he didn't enjoy all the sex. Quite the opposite.

But it was something of an overwhelming sort of week, for a telepath with a tendency to have to focus to block things out.

Dante squinted at him. "That bad?" he said. "Not that I'd know, that shit doesn't touch me."

He played the string again. It sounded perfect.

Jono nodded his approval. Dante had developed a good ear for it, it seemed.

//It doesn't technically affect me either,// he noted. //I can't breathe it in. But good lord, everybody else is so bloody loud.//

He reached up one hand and tapped the side of his head.

"Ah, the telepathy shit," Dante said. His fingers plucked the next string. "Yeah, I guess that gets annoying."

//Used to be better at ignoring it,// Jono replied, shaking his head. //Suppose that's something I need to get back in the habit of, anyway.//

It still didn't solve the other issue. The one where there was an antsy cannibal pacing around the house for the week.

"People keep telling me I hit the powers jackpot," Dante mused. "Real fucking glad I didn't get any of yours, gotta say."

//Wouldn't even wish most of this on people I don't like,// Jono allowed. //There are times when I can't complain too much about being able to hit something like an out of control flaming freight train, but even around here those times are few and far between.//

He shrugged.

//Normal. Wouldn't mind being normal.// That wasn't really a complaint so much as a statement of fact. It was followed by a brief pause, and then he shook his head. //No, that's not entirely true, either. Had a brief run of comparatively normal before you ever arrived on the island. It was too bloody quiet.//

Dante shrugged casually. "Maybe that's just Stockholm syndrome or whatever that's called," he said. "Normal doesn't sound so shitty."

//It was a bit like being blinded,// Jono noted. //But besides that... besides that, it was nice. Didn't realize how much I missed hamburgers until I was able to eat them again.//

He said that in fairly good humour, actually, a light note in his voice as he picked another string and plucked it, listening to the note.

//A few days of normal here and there when the island offers it isn't so bad, either, though. Even if it generally seems to come with a pair of breasts or another person's lifetime entirely.//

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