Library, [05/01]

[furnaceface]

Well, this was it. Jonothon's last weekend on the island, his last shift in the library, dutifully pretending that whatever was going on outside was more or less sane.

Which would be going so very well for him, if it wasn't for the way the books had gotten it into their heads (or whatever) to attempt to imitate the Viking-related shenanigans that seemed to be the weekend's running theme, ever since their appearance at graduation.

Jonothon had wrestled to keep the books shelved for a while, before simply giving up, rolling his eyes, and making himself comfortable at his desk with his feet up, playing Ride of the Valkyries on Youtube to keep the hardcover raiders satisfied as they plundered and pillaged the various sections of the library.

If you can't beat them...

The library is open!

[And OCD freeee because I'm feeling lazy today. Hi!]

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[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"... You ... mean me?" she asked. "Because I'd ... I'd love to have some of your stuff. And you could have some of it back later, if you got to a stable kind of place where you could take it."

There was a sheepish sort of pause.

"But if you didn't mean me, that's totally fine and I don't need anything or whatever."

[furnaceface]

Oh, George. Your little addendum there was abso-bloody-lutely adorable. It actually got a bit of a smile out of Jonothon, and an amused shake of his head.

//Yes, George. I meant you. I've only got as many arms as I can borrow from Ange and Lee when they leave, and my own. If I can shunt some of my things with them, that takes care of... th'guitars, at least. But I'll have my own arms full with Joni, and so...//

He shrugged. Music, George? Could you handle... an obscene amount of music? Mostly in vinyl?

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"So ... that leaves, what," George said, frowning as she reasoned it out.

Wait.

"Holy shit," she gasped. "The music? You're leaving your music?"

SHE WOULD TAKE VERY GOOD CARE OF IT. SHE PROMISED.

[furnaceface]

//I know, I know. But music can be replaced,// Jono reasoned, shrugging his shoulders a little. //I still live in the era of music videos on MTV, you know. And... fine, so a lot of it doesn't technically exist yet, but... I can be patient.//

Which was a yes, George. Yes, he was leaving you his music.

All, what, fifteen, twenty boxes of it? How did they fit it all in that room, anyhow?

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"Do they have mp3 players?" George asked. "The sound quality isn't so great as vinyl or anything, but ... takes up less room."

Of course she was a snob about vinyl.

[furnaceface]

//Mp3 players? In '95?// A beat. //Right, '96 by now. But still, I think I have a bit more waiting to do, George.//

He sounded sad about that, yes.

//Takes up far less room, but if anything happens to it... Well, I would hate to be th'one to mess up the entire evolution of music as we know it because I took an iPod in for repairs before Apple even thought to get into the portable audio business.//

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"I was pirating mp3s back in high school," George offered. "So it shouldn't be that long a wait, should it?"

A few years, at most. She hoped.

"I don't remember when iPods came out, though."

[furnaceface]

'Back in high school' was such an odd phrase, coming from somebody who still had a while left to go before she would graduate from it.

//Five more years,// Jono replied, shrugging. //I looked into it. It is a neat little toy, really. But you can't load a record onto one, so I'll cope without.//

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"So ... I'll make you mix tapes," George said, with a rare smile. "They're a lost art anyway. You can get a Walkman, keep it in your coat pocket."

[furnaceface]

//So much more convenient than CDs anyway,// Jono replied, with a smile to match.

More or less to match, anyhow.

//Less skipping.//

And also, the whole, 'George took the time to make me a mix tape' thing. Which actually meant something. That was nice.