Owner	Pose
Kim Hayes	'Monkey Heaven Records' isn't the trendiest independent record shop in the neighbourhood. Far from it. The logo of a grinning monkey with wings, harp and a vinyl record for a halo is eyecatching enough - especially after being defaced by rebellious local artists finding the imagery insensitive given the recent history of New York City, even though the store and its logo have been around for decades at this point.     As aforementioned, it's not a trendy store - in fact, some might classify it as 'struggling' if it were occupying more prime real estate than the out-of-the-way street it sits on. Instead, it relies primarily on repeat customers, mostly dedicated audiophiles who trade and purchase used music media. The store does have a reputation for stocking a very eclectic selection - just about anything you could ask for. It's not a great business to be in in the modern era, but Monkey Heaven is tenacious and a credit to its owner's ethos of diligence, customer service, and musical knowledge.     Then there's Kim, the local clerk and right hand girl of the shop's owner, who can usually muster enough of any one of those to pass for working at any given time if someone's looking. For now, she's got the soundtrack to Pump Up The Volume playing over the store's speakers, the Pixies' UK Surf mix of 'Wave of Mutilation' coming through. It's ten minutes till closing time, which means it's five minutes till Kim plans on closing. Or whenever the song ends, probably. She's been getting away with the minute-skimming scheme for years now.
Booster Gold	If it's time for people to do something else, that means it's time for Booster Gold to appear! Eschewing his typical musical introduction, deciding it inappropriate to use walking into a record store, Booster opens the door and steps inside without sending his entourage in first. If a small yellow robot could be considered an encourage. Booster peers around for a moment, as if checking to see if any villains were hiding around any corners, before slowly making his way in. His eyes scan over the selections, first the wall, and then some of the aisles. His fingers traipse along a number of records, but he seems he is barely paying attention to the names. For all intents and purposes, it looks like he is just here to waste time.
Kim Hayes	There don't appear to be any villains to be found in the store at the moment, although there is a used copy of The Supervillains' Grow Yer Own album tucked in the S section of a corner dedicated to ska and reggae.     There's a faint sigh and sagging shoulders from the clerk behind the register at the sound of the door's customer bell ringing with the new arrival. The brunette, busy with choosing a playlist for the transit ride home on her phone, doesn't raise her grey eyes to greet the new entry, but does call out in a slightly soulless monotone that would probably fit in just as well at the DMV:     "Hey, dude. Welcome to Monkey Heaven. Just so you know we're closing in like five minutes, 'kay?"     Her eyes flit slightly to the clock in the corner of her phone's screen.     "Or like, ten minutes, actually, I guess."
Booster Gold	"Don't worry, I'll be in and out light the Flash!" claims Booster Gold, as he ponderously moves from display to display. "And I should know, he is a close, personal friend of mine!" He grins. "Both of them, actually. Although the younger one is WAY more fun." He drifts along the displays, his eyes moving to the walls as often as they do to the racks, as he just seemingly meanders, with no real direction. Definitely the guy you want walking in right before the end of your shift.
Kim Hayes	As the end of the song plays over the speakers and the much more frenetic 'I've Got a Miniature Secret Camera' starts to kick in, Kim silently curses her fate. It seems like there's a decision to be made between closing on time (or worse, late) and actually providing customer service - for Kim, a real Sophie's choice.     <<Or I could just eat him and solve both our problems.>>     "Shut up," she says under her breath, then in a louder, more customer-friendly if still slightly vapid tone, addresses the potential consumer, "Oh, that's cool. Can I like, help you find anything? Give you some advice?"     She picks herself up, only to lean against the countertop, using the thick sleeves of her hoodie to form a pillow of sorts for her chin like some kind of sleepy customer service turtle. When her eyes finally settle on Booster, she squints a little.     "Hey, I think I recognize you. Buster... something?"
Booster Gold	"Yeah, you can. I'm trying to the MOST annoying song possible." Booster turns to grin at Kim. "Got any recommendations?" He looks over at her, beaming in a smile as she says she might recognize him. The smile fades quickly, though, as she speaks what she thinks is his name. "It's Booster Gold!" comes a loud voice from directly behind her head. The source is a small floating golden robot, bobbing up and down indignantly (or as indignantly as a football shaped object with no face can look) at Kim's inability to summon forth the correct name. "Booster Gold, Champion of All, Idol of Millions!"
Kim Hayes	"Most annoying song...? Have you tried looking for 'Crazy Frog?'" Kim's expression is bemused as she posits what might be her personal bias.     At first, upon being addressed by a strange voice in close proximity to her own brain, she mistakes it for belonging to something familiar. Muttering under her breath, she murmurs: "What's with the hassle, and how do you even - gah!"     Having turned around to hide her words to her resident evil, the lethargic clerk is startled to realize that the alien entity is actually a golden football. She bats at it reflexively but clumsily, missing, before gathering her scattered wits.     "Wait - Booster Gold, yeah - I think my roommate follows you on her socials."     Backing away from the floating robot and edging out from behind the counter, she moves a bit closer to Booster, trying to see what he's looking for. "That's kinda sweet. You're probably like, the most famous person to come in here this year." To be fair, not a lot of famous people come to Monkey Heaven. "What do you need an annoying song for?"
Booster Gold	Frowning for a moment, Booster Gold considers. "Crazy Frog. No, I haven't. What's it sound like?"     Skeets ducks out of the way of Kim's hand fluttering back over towards Booster for protection. "     "That sounds about right. I do have quite the following!" He grins, seemingly happy to have been recognized. Even if as the roommate's follow.     Booster smiles broadly as she comes around and talks about him being famous. "Well, then today is your lucky day! You want to snap a selfie and make all of your followers famous!" He moves to get behind her, as if to allow that very thing. "And, uh, I have this friend who lives in a cave, and it's his birthday soon, and I want to surprise him with some music pumped in. You know." He flashes a grin, and puts up two fingers on either side of his head, wiggling them.
Kim Hayes	"Oh, uh, totally," Kim says as she holds up her phone, distracted by an inner voice demanding a candy bar. Rather than actually trying to take a selfie as Booster stands behind her, she checks the time on her phone.     Mind still focused on her new hero - Crazy Frog (who might well save her from not only closing late, but missing the early train) - Kim slips back behind the counter to fish out a compact disc case from under the counter. The disc is revealed to be Crazy Frog's 'Best of Crazy Hits,' a two-CD collection. She takes the second disc out, pops it into the deck and starts a transition to the CD in question. Soon, Crazy Frog's 'Axel F' remix is kicking off, signature high-pitched scat vocals coming in over the sampled movie theme.     "I only keep this around in case I want to get rid of someone who's hanging around for too long and not buying anything - not that that's what I'm doing now -" <<Isn't it?>> "- shutup - I mean, yeah, this might be what you want, unless your friend is into early two thousands club mixes. I mean, I could even give you my copy if you want. Free of charge. Just maybe come buy something later, yeah? I mean like, earlier, preferably."     She has to show some pretense of capitalistic intent, even if her personal ambitions lie at home waiting to be smoked.
Booster Gold	The thing that perhaps most protects Booster Gold is the sheer thickness of Booster Gold. He smiles brilliantly for the camera, neither realizing that there is no flash nor that the phone is simply displaying the time. "That'll be worth some follows," he says, patting Kim in the back before stepping away, turning his gaze back to the store.     He starts nodding immediately as the music comes on, and starts snapping his fingers. "Yes, yes, this sounds perfect!" There is a measure of excitement in him, not unlike a child who has found a new toy. It might be admirable, or endearing, if it wasn't so desperately close to closing time.     The subtle indication of how that is exactly what he is also goes over his head, that self-preservation tactic in full force. "I don't actually know what he is into, other than, like, the Watusi." He flashes a grin. "And I suppose maybe he'd dig Alice Cooper, as I think about it." A pause. "Or was it Ozzy Osbourne who bit the head off of a live..." Booster shakes his head. "Nevermind." He reaches over to gratefully accept the compact disc. "I appreciate it, and maybe if I can find a way to do it without it getting blown up, I can return it to you." He flashes a grin. "If it survives, it'll be worth even more than that photo!"     Booster turns his gaze back towards Kim. "Thank you so much. What's your name, so I can make sure you get FULL CREDIT for this brilliant suggestion?"
Kim Hayes	"Uh, Kim. Kim Hayes." TBooster isn't the only one here with a knack for missing subtext, it seems. She eases on over to the door, holding it open for her esteemed non-customer.     "Anyway, thanks for checking out Monkey Heaven, dude! At us on socials or something if you want. It would totally make my boss happy."     She's totally going to be taking the late one tonight.