3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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Tanned and rested from a vacation--where no evil mutants or natural disasters struck--Jean was going to settle in for whatever she could find on TV tonight.

It ended up being something about kids living and loving in New Jersey.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong here.

[[Open as common rooms are!]]

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[furnaceface]

//Mm, work,// Jono agreed, shrugging his shoulders lightly. //Any job I get to sit around playin' music to, I really can't complain about. I can listen to all of th'records I like, and I don't have to buy a single one of them.//

This, of course, didn't stop him from buying nearly all of them. Getting around his half of his room now required a great deal of creative hopscotch.

[living_endless]

"So how come they always make it home with you?" Didi asked. "Jak doesn't strike me as a music fan..."

[furnaceface]

//Funny thing,// he laughed, //I keep remindin' myself that I don't need any more albums. But I swear my bank card crawls out of my pocket and pays for it when I'm not payin' attention, luv.//

Which was entirely plausible. Really.

[living_endless]

Didi laughed. "See, and I thought maybe they were breeding when you weren't looking," she offered.

[furnaceface]

//No, no, luv. That's how mashups are born.//

Musical theory at its finest, folks.