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Library [10/02]

Jono understood that, as today was the day where people had family and friends and who only knew what else arriving on the island, he was probably going to have to make certain that the library looked presentable. More or less presentable.

Like a library.

Jono had no idea what a 'presentable library' was supposed to look like, and so he was going to just make sure that the books were more or less shelved in the right places, and then he'd cross his fingers.

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Jono nodded at Fiona again slightly as she backed off, and then turned his attention back to Eliot, suddenly in his element. Oh, music talk.

//Guitar,// he replied. //Electric and acoustic, if I can get my hands on an acoustic here on the island. And I must say, if the phone has gummed up the sound as much as yer say it has, then I think I've absolutely got to hear yer play in person sometime.//

Eliot grinned at that. He knew he was good, but it was always nice to hear that someone liked hearing him play. The two weren't the same thing, after all.

"I've played the guitar a few times," notably, once while trying to impress a girl "and I can play for you. Or we could play together while I'm here."

Jono was totally like a kid in a candy store. Uh. A kid in a candy store who had a mouth to enjoy the food with and-- Nevermind. He was in a good mood.

//I'd like that, mate. I'm not exactly the easiest bloke to get in contact with, mind. Telephones and I aren't exactly friends.// At all. Ever. //If yer like, I'm in room 408 in th'dorms. Yer can get Fiona to bring yer by sometime. Or we could meet somewhere else, The Perk or some such place, whichever suits yer best.//

"I'll make it to your room sometime this weekend. And since I have to eat" unlike some people, "I'll probably be at the Perk for breakfast."

...he liked their bagels. What?

Oh, yes, rub it in, Eliot.

Jono nodded slightly, and then crossed his arms over his chest.

//Well, I might stop by then, then, if I'm up and about early enough. I imagine they'd have an outlet for an amp...//

It got a look from Fiona. After all, in this company, he was actually in the minority when it came to consumption.

"And once we get going, I don't think anyone will complain," he said with a little smile.

//Well, there's the hope, anyway.// Jono really had no doubt that people would enjoy the music. Considering he wasn't terrible, himself, and he'd heard a recording of Eliot's that had managed to impress him quite thoroughly, he figured they'd be at least half-decent playing together. //Is most of the music yer play like that? I know Fiona doesn't really know her way about genres just yet, but how about you?//

He looked over at his sister in something between amusement and fatigue.

"Some of us have more classes than just one or two a day. I know all about genres, and some of the music history that was exed out in our books. And I can play just about anything on anything, but I'm best on the violin."

Okay, and now Jonothon was suitably impressed.

//Ah, the sort of musician that all other musicians wish they were,// he noted, nodding. //Well, yer've got me convinced, at any rate. Now I'm looking forward to actually witnessing it.//

He glanced back at his sister.

"Can I stick around here for a while? I know you have" and he waved a hand to indicate Dallas and Aaron "but I'm good here."

She nodded and gave the boys a wave before heading out.

Jono watched her leave, and then turned back toward Eliot. He was no good with this 'small talk' thing, really.

//How are yer enjoyin' the island so far, mate?//

See?

"I've been here once before," he admitted, glancing around the library. Then he corrected.

"The island, not the library. It's nice. Different from the school I'm going to.

"I came for a convention of musicians a couple of months ago. So did our dad, but he couldn't come this time."

With Dallas and Aaron around, it would have been suicide for all involved.

//So, yer father's a musician too, then. Yer get it from him?// Curious Jono was curious. //Or was he here as support, instead?//

Eliot kind of struck Jono as the sort that needed someone to keep an eye out for him.

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"Dad's a musician," he said as he put his bag down, "in fact, he's the one who gave me my violin. It used to be his."

He reached into the bag and pulled out a violin case.

"Have you ever heard of the Pied Piper of Hamelin?"

//Played the rats right out of town?// Jono looked somewhat bemused at that. //And then the children after them, I believe. Yes, I've heard the stories, mate.//

Eliot's smiles came much easier than his sisters, and lasted longer.

"Something like that."

//Well, if there are any details I'm missing, then by all means, set the story straight.//

Jono knew better by now than to question someone who seemed as though they possibly knew better, between here and the Academy back in Massachusetts.

"Well," he said thoughtfully, "I don't know much more than what was in the Mythica, but I know how it was done. I had to do something similar a few months ago."

There was a pause while Jono let that sink in.

... Nope. Still not the strangest thing he'd heard. Actually, it was downright normal compared to most of it, lately.

//With the violin?//

He nodded as he settled the case and undid the clasps.

"It was that, or be rat chow. Or crocodile chow. Homicidal maniac chow. Uh... US army chow?"

He opened the case and ran his hand over the lacquer.

"Her name is the Lady Dawn."

And as the sheen of the wood glowed with gold and turquoise highlights and the still air strummed through the strings in a half-remembered melody... the name certainly seemed fitting.

And how. Jono had difficulty taking his eyes from the violin. He couldn't play one to save his life, but he could recognize quality when he'd seen it, too.

Or possibly something one step above quality. Maybe there wasn't a word for it that summed it up quite right.

//Seems to me,// he mused, bent on staying on the conversation at hand even while his gaze drifted elsewhere, //there were a lot of factors out to... eat yer.//

Figuratively, partially. Hopefully. Unless the US army was a little more terrifying than even he expected it to be.

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