106.5 - cruel summer (forward-dated to 10 PM)

[hard_talker]

[it's been a few weeks, but the regular broadcast has not been forgotten. late this evening, Leonard Cohen's voice comes drifting over the journals, then fades out, replaced by an equally familiar drawl:]

Goooooooood evenin' folks, this is Hard Harry comin' at ya live from the roof, because it's too fuckin' nice out to be somewhere else. [there's the crack of a soda can, before he starts right in to business]

Lots'a new folks since the last time I was on the air, so let's do this with a twist. You know how in school, there was always that one kid who did that thing with the alphabet?

Yeah. Here goes half my cherry Pepsi, and then awaaaay we go.

[there's a pause, and then - yes - Mark actually starts BELCHING the newcomers' names into the journal like the mature individual he is]

Emma, Dean, Barney, Arkady, Hook, Raiden, Sam, Lauren, Bilbo, Mal, Levi....

[and then he runs out of fuel.]

... Never could make it all the way through the alphabet, either. Anyways, we also got another Doctor of the non-Time-Lord variety, Sydney, Brittany, Yotsuba, aaaaaand Dave again! Stick around this time, would'ja, bro? ...

And hey - for anyone who missed it, York's holding a steam-powered race-type competition thing to the Dead Zone. Also, Nora's gettin' ready to re-open her gallery, which is why yours truly has been a little scarce on the ol' airwaves. If I see another roll of painter's tape again, it'll be too fuckin' soon, let me tell you.

[he finishes off his soda, lets out another marathon burp, and crunches the can]

I dunno, I came up here hopin' that starin' at the sky would make me feel all ... philosophical. Y'know, reflective-like. Gimme somethin' good worth' runnin' my mouth about. But all I can think of is that one cartoon, the one where people were all up in arms because some perv got convinced the animators wrote "SEX" up in the sky in the stars. Now, I can't see anything like that up here, but if I look out over in the direction of the Dead Zone transporter, there's a bunch that kinda looks like a rooster. Which is almost as good, I guess. Cocks in the sky's better than nothin' at all.

Anyways, summer's on us, folks, whether we like it or not. Maybe we should do somethin' with it. ... I'm gonna put some music on and get to brainstormin'. You guys put your thinkin' caps on, too, let me know if you come up with anythin' good.

[with that, he pops the mix tape he made earlier in the day into his boombox, jams the play button, and on goes the music!]

Comments

[mal_addict]

There was a star chart for this place, once, I remember. Home's up there. It looks like a turtle and everything.

[Or at least a star named after it]

What sort of summer plans did you have in mind?

[hard_talker]

Oh yeah? Where in the sky is it? I wanna see... [he's looking in earnest, now]

... And I dunno yet, I'm still thinkin'. Something we don't usually do, though, somethin' cool.

[mal_addict]

Well, something 'cool' is usually a good plan in the height of summer.

I'll show you the star.

[She'll be making her way to the roof, by casually stepping out of her window and taking a stroll up the side of the castle. Don't mind her]

[hard_talker]

Well, not just temperature wise, I mean cool like - y'know, neat.

You will? Arright. [and he'll wait for her to come up the way normal people do. this is apparently his night for getting the snot scared out of him by his old friends]

[mal_addict]

Oh right. That modern Earth slang again.

[It's healthy for him, really. She'll pop up on the side of the roof, casually stepping over the side as if she were just stepping off a curb] Hi.

[hard_talker]

[first Dairine makes him drop his soda, now he nearly drops his lighter and burns his thumb in the process. social lives are PAIN]. Holy fuck, why didn't you tell me you were gonna do that?!

[mal_addict]

[She is such a good friend, she gives a shrug, moving to sit on the edge of the roof]

I thought it would be obvious.