105.7 - let the day begin

[hard_talker]

[so, guess what, everyone? instead of getting a broadcast at 10 PM, this week, you are getting it at 10 AM. Hard Harry hopes some of you aren't fond of sleeping late, because he cracks the journal open, fires up his broadcast equipment, and turns up his designated theme, letting it play nearly all the way through before fading it out]

Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood MORNING Paradisa! Do not adjust your dials, don't maul your clocks, your brains do not decieve you. It is, in fact, Thursday morning, and in keeping with my own personal creed, this is your pal Hard Harry, shakin' things up a little bit with your weekly dose of attitude and info, some brain fuel to go with your mornin' coffee. So what've we got this week in the way of news?

Valentine's Day, bla bla bla! Chocolates! You kissed someone you don't even know! You got engaged to a jerk! You sang and broke glass, because really, you should NEVER be allowed to sing, but hey, the castle made you do it anyway!

You know what happy sappy Afterschool Special Life Lesson Castle Wonderfuck taught me, this V-Day? Seriously? Here it is:

We are living in the crazy magic castle version of Las Vegas. We're just missing the actual gambling and the big huge buffets and the showgirls. Oh, and the mob, but I think we came out better for that one, but your mileage may vary.

Some of you were total hermits and hid it out, but as for yours truly, I just locked my door and road-tested it all with Nora. Annnnnd. Got. Drunk. [which is why he didn't broadcast on Friday again, like he did last week, because, well, you know. HANGOVERS and eighteen-year-olds, they do not mix.] So that was fun, and no, your pal Harry does not kiss and tell. Get your own.

The revolving door rate around here's gettin' a little better lately, in other news. We lost about as many people as we gained, which - I don't know about you guys, but that always feels a bit more like a fair trade. Let's roll out the welcome wagon for Yukiko, Mukuro, Castle, Matilda, and Kate.

If you're feeling like being a helpful member of society, someone was askin' about whether or not we've kept a running log of all the holiday bullshit that goes on here. Come on, go help the guy out, drop him a line, it'll take you all of two minutes to write a note, yeah?

Oh, and uh, just putting this out there? One of you is a TOTAL creeper. Yeah, I'm talking about you, animal testing douche.

Come on, people. Get up, get moving. Spring's almost here, or it better fuckin' be, and I don't know about you, but I've been totally ready for it for weeks. Here's a little somethin' to start your day up... and if you wanna give me any news or just shoot the shit, the lines are open.

[and with that? your tunes, fair citizens]

Comments

[courageous_wit]

Hmm. Do you suppose we'll be taken to the actual Las Vegas eventually? The castle does seem fond of popular Earth cities.

[hard_talker]

Hey, it's totally possible. I'm still kinda bummed I missed out on L.A.

[courageous_wit]

Then we'll keep our hopes up for a trip.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Oh Mark... normally your girlfriend is so very supportive of every one of your broadcast endeavors. This time, however, she had really REALLY wanted to sleep.

So, yeah, there is one (1) Norapile on the bed with a pillow over her head. GDI]

[hard_talker]

[sorry, Nora, but some mornings he is just as much an ass to those he loves as those he doesn't. this is the life you chose, man. he picks Cohen up out of the terrarium and sets him on the edge of the mattress, then crouches down to see how long it takes the iguana to crawl over to her and flip her the fuck out]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora was right on the edge of falling asleep again. She was in that blissful state of ultimate comfort as she let's herself slip down back into the delicious dreams she'd been having.

Then she feels the blankets move.

The fuck?

She opens one eye and sees Cohen who had naturally gravitated towards her warmth in Tue bed and was in the process of trying to get as close as possible to share it. He looks up and states at her from mere inches away.

She likes Cohen. She really does. BUT NOT IN HER BED! She shrieks and scrambles backwards, narrowly avoiding launching the poor lizard as she herself nearly falls off the bed.]

dictated

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe chuckles as she sips her tea]

Somehow I didn't think it was physically possible for you to be up this early.

[hard_talker]

See that? Still fresh and fulla surprises even after two years.

[kungfuwitch]

And I hope you will never cease to surprise me, Mark.

[samson]

[MARK you shouldn't be drinking >:[[[[[ but he doesn't say this. Even though he disapproves.]

I don't know why we don't have like, pamphlets around the holidays. "You're probably gonna kiss somebody you don't know, merry Christmas."

[hard_talker]

[it isn't like they're getting tanked every night, Brock, gosh]

It's one'a those things that people always talk about doin' - like the welcome wagons, and all that shit - but no one ever gets off their asses and puts together.

[samson]

[STILL SO MUCH HIDDEN DISAPPROVAL...]

You're kind of the closest thing we have to any of that, I guess.

[thebestseller]

Man, a few slot machines and buffets would really brighten up the place.

[hard_talker]

In the meantime, we got the game room, that's pretty fuckin' awesome. ... You sound like a new voice. You one of our new guys?

[thebestseller]

That I am! I'm Castle, in fact.

[the_effect_she_has]

Question. Will my radio still work at the shooting range if I pack it?

[hard_talker]

It should, yeah, the signal reaches all the way out to the Dead Zone border. I had a friend who took her radio out to the Outpost once.

I should hook you up with a full stereo, though, then you can bring other music, too.

[the_effect_she_has]

[Yeah, that's a long let out sigh of relief.]

Harry, you are amazing.

It's funny because I have actually been to Vegas

[cyan_maid]

I would not object to being flung to Las Vegas, so long as we didn't go in the summer. I can imagine the desert being unbearably hot then.

/jealous

[hard_talker]

Eh, I'm from Arizona - transplant, actually. Lived there a few months before I showed up here. It ain't so bad as long as you stay outta the sun in the middle of the day. Originally, I'm from New York ... the humidity there was worse, dependin' on how you look at it.

No don't be, if I went back all I would get to see is the inside of my grandparents' house.

[cyan_maid]

Staying out of the sun would be relatively easy if you were actually on the Las Vegas strip, then! There's so much to do and see!

Really? I haven't been to New York either. Besides the humidity, what is it like?

written forever;

[madetosin]

I am so very hurt.

/written back

[hard_talker]

Oh hey, look. Not a lot of people actually write in these days. Haven't gotten a letter in forever.

Judging by your verbosity and the fact that you don't want me to hear your voice, I'm guessing you're Animal Douche.

[ensorceler]

Tell me, fool, who of these new arrivals do you find the most interesting?

[hard_talker]

[HEE. he will forever get a kick out of being an actual official fool. it is awesome. he scans the list, thinking]

Well ... Castle's got a good sense of humor but the Honorable Mention definitely goes to Mukuro for being a fuckin' creeper right off the bat, before he even introduced himself. He's ... probably one to keep an eye on. At least one screw loose, if not most of 'em.