Eleanor was in a mood today. Anxious, nervous, unsettled. She tried locating some music that might be soothing, but it only made the clawing feeling worse.

She decided, instead, to embrace it, and found music that mimicked the odd shivers inside of her.

Groovy Tunes was open. And loud.

(major SP while I work. OCD-free)

Eleanor was in a wonderful mood at her shift today. She might start wearing her swimsuit to her beach class. She wondered if Jono would mind if she worked her shift in a swimsuit and a sarong. Possibly, if she dripped saltwater over the CDs.

So she'd bring a change of clothes, then. The music she'd picked at random seemed to fit her mood nicely ( Read more... )

Anders had planned to suffer through in his robes until he could find a job, but a few days of warm weather put an end to that plan. He was in his linen undertunic and a pair of too-loose denim trousers borrowed from the common room lost-and-found as he met Eleanor at the clothing store to take her up on her offer of a shopping trip. The trousers ( Read more... )

The restaurant was the perfect place to celebrate, a few days late, the one-month anniversary of the first time Joker and Eleanor went on a date together, which may or may not count as the day they started dating, officially. Depending.

Joker gestured at the surroundings as they sat down. "Et voilà. Dinner! ...Do you like Italian? I should ( Read more... )

Eleanor was in an odd mood today. Everything came in fits and starts. She couldn't quite find the right music, no matter how many CDs she tried. Maybe someone coming in would have a recommendation?

(OPEN and ocd-free because my sinuses hate me. SP while I'm at work and all that jazz.)

Sparkle was finally feeling back up for going in to work at Dite's. He had everything he needed in order to get through his shift, which mostly just involved a feather boa and the giant, tailless metal rooster ( Read more... )

Was it strange to listen to a remix album before you'd heard the original? Eleanor's random scouring had turned up an interesting album that seemed to be an entirely different album, but mixed differently. She would have to check out the original after she'd finished enjoying the remixed tracks. She wondered idly which album she'd prefer ( Read more... )

Sometime during the night, a few of the monsters had apparently smashed out one of the windows in the front of Groovy Tunes. There wasn't much damage, all things considered, but a few racks had been knocked over, and many of the tiny fragile disks hadn't survived the journey.

Eleanor supposed it was her job to pick up the cases, sweep up the ( Read more... )

The One Who Speaks With the Voice of Many had not need for such pedestrian things as employment, but music could bring joy to those who heard it. So today, Groovy Tunes was open. Do not expect much by way of music recommendations.

(OCD-free as I am fleeing for work soon, but very open!)

Eleanor was starting to worry. Her memories were shifting; either that, or everyone else's were. Neither was a terribly good sign. One might mean that her ADAM was leaking -- the other, that everyone on this island was slowing going mad ( Read more... )