106.1 - after all it was rock and roll

[hard_talker]

[this week's broadcast starts out with the same old song, but with a new twist: just a little bit techno! Harry lets his favorite song play out to the end, this week]

That's how it goes, folks, that's how it goes. You know it, I know it, and anyone out there who doesn't know it is gonna figure it out sooner or later. That's right, it's Monday at 10 PM, and this is your friend Hard Harry, givin' it to you straight on the regular schedule for old times' sake.

Speakin' of old times ... no, you know what, that was too fuckin' easy. Let's just not even bother. Instead, let's roll out the red carpet for Jack, Katherine, Gilroi, Emma ... annnd in case you missed the memo, the Doctor is back. Hide your celery, boys 'n' girls, no stalk is safe. Heh heh heh...

As for the latest and greatest news around Castle Wonderfuck, we've got some really weird surveys goin' around this week. If you're looking for something a little saner to wrap your brain around, someone's lookin' to start a proper welcoming committee, and my friend Hermione's collecting any good memories you might have've this place.

[there's the tell-tale sound of the pop tab on a soda can, and a pause before he continues] On the whole, it seems like you people are really on the ball right now with keepin' on top of things and knowin' what's goin' down. Almost makes me feel like you don't even need me, like I could go into early retirement, and stop stickin' my stupid nose in what everyone else here does. Just sit here in my spinny chair with a hand down my pants like the dude in Longview, giving absolutely zero fucks... man ....

[he sighs, almost wistfully]

.... Nope, you know, on second thought, I'd rather be six feet under. Sorry folks, you're stuck with my nosy ass, either 'till someone gets sick of my loud mouth and shuts me up for good, or the castle's had enough of my shit and kicks me back home, where I've got a long, illustrious career in juvenile detention waitin' for me. Fun fact: fuckin' with the FCC was the most fun I think I ever had, back home.

Just shows to go you, some people just can't stand a kid who speaks his mind. [he burps unceremoniously into the journal, then takes another sip of his soda] ... Lucky for you, I don't have much ammo in me, tonight, so you just get the music. 'Less, of course, any of you have anythin' you feel like phonin' in about. Lines're open!

[and with that, he will just go ahead and let the music play! enjoy it, folks]

Comments

[courageous_wit]

Thank you for the shout-out, Mark. I appreciate it.

[hard_talker]

'Course. ... I haven't given you mine yet 'cuz it's kind of hard to pick. I'm one of those weirdos who bitches constantly but actually has a decent amount of good memories.

[courageous_wit]

I don't think that's weird at all. I have quite a few of them myself.

[wilder]

Don't be silly Mark, my heart would break into a million pieces if I couldn't hear the song of your voice on a weekly basis! ♥

[hard_talker]

Oooh, Mr. Zelos, oooh.

Hey, I didn't tell you - I had a practice fight the other day. She kicked my ass, but it actually took a while. Go ahead, be proud.

[wilder]

Oh yeah? How long was awhile exactly?

[the_effect_she_has]

So when are you coming out of your booth to come and visit me, Magic Mark?

[hard_talker]

I'm magic now, huh? Careful, don't go tellin' everyone.

How 'bout tomorrow? Where'd you go, anyway? I saw you bug out and book it a few days ago.

[the_effect_she_has]

Promise, it stays between you and me. Cross my heart.

[She nodded her head, before speaking.] Yeah ... kind of got tired of the bullshit. I moved out to the shooting range.

[silentrunning]

[Chell's been listening as usual... And when Mark burps, she mutters to herself]

Well that was deep.

[In reference to what he said about sitting in his spinny chair of course.]

Then she lapses back into silence till the music's over, when she pipes up for reals.]

"What's Longview? And why did the guy have his hand down his pants? Also, I like your nosey ass. Also, what's Juvenile Detention like? Nora explained the FCC to me, and said she'd be in Juvenile Detention...

Also, thank you for being around, man. I miss you on those Mondays when you're not around. But I'm not gonna EVEN ask what you're doing in there...

[She cackles.]

[hard_talker]

Longview? It's a song by Green Day. I'll send you over the CD. [and soon enough the ghosts will deliver her a copy of the entire album, Dookie]

Careful how much you say you like my ass, Nora might get jealous. ... I don't know what Juvie's like, cuz I never actually got there. I woke up here, instead.

As for why I'd have my hand down my pants? ... Remember our last conversation?

[silentrunning]

[Chell pops the CD into her stereo, and the room and consequently her journal is now full of the sonorous sounds of Green Day.]
OH! That enjoyable stuff!

[She cackles when she says it.]

You know. I think I'd take this place and its weirdness over Juvie. It sounds like a prison. And I don't like your ass like THAT! I just mean I like hearing from you on Mondays. Nora knows me better than that.

[Geez Mark, get your brain out of the gutter.]

dictated ad infinitum.

[kethedammit]

You do this a lot?

[hard_talker]

[well HEY it's his new banter buddy - annnnd his bff's brother, which he's totally aware of now. but he's not about to make a big deal out of it. he knows how touchy Felix is about Home Things]

Every week! I used to do it at Mondays at ten on the dot all the time, but lately I've been mixin' it up a little for the hell of it.

How you settlin' in?

[kethedammit]

Like a talking broadsheet?

Fine enough, thank you kindly.

[ensorceler]

[ Man sometimes this is painful to sit through, it's so crude. It takes effort for Anne not to reprimand him. Once he's finished, though, she hurries to her journal to respond. ]

The Doctor? Why is he of such import? Is he the best there is?

[ She must have the best, give it. ]

Cutting in, y/n?

[toobravehearted]

Hello. Nothing special to speak of at all really. Mark may have a biased opinion. Might I ask with whom I have the pleasure?

always y with me! and cake!

[ensorceler]

[ Interrupting is rude to Anne, however! But she's also still adjusting to journal etiquette, where everything is topsy-turvy. She lets a bit of silence stretch out before answering, too curious not to, if this 'The' Doctor, whatever that means. ]

I would be Anne Boleyn, Q— [ Oh she nearly forgets, unable to continue and choking on the word, though she's quick to cover the slip-up and not let it soften her tone. ] —consort to his Majesty Henry the Eighth of England.

[ Another allowed pause, partially for effect, partially because she's confused about one small comment. ]

And of which Mark do you speak? I have met none here.

dictated;

[snowstorms]

[Well, that was... something.]

Thanks for the welcome. You sound like you've been doing this for a while.

[hard_talker]

Little more'n two years, now! ... So which one're you, new dude?

[snowstorms]

Jack Frost, here!

Two years is a long time. [When you're not immortal.]

[both_neither]

A burgeoning criminal, huh?

[hard_talker]

Just for tellin' the truth. School didn't like it, so they called the cops. Cops didn't know their asses from their elbow, so they called the FCC ... it's like that old rhyme about the nail.

[toobravehearted]

[He's under the console right now, don't mind him, a toolbox by his side and determined to be able to get the TARDIS to at least move. The journal is open by his side and he's listening to the comings and goings of the castle and beyond. Until he hears Mark's broadcast. Have a faceplaming Time Lord.]

Hello, Mark. Thank out for the announcement. Not necessary, but thank you.

Whatever are you inferring about my boutonniere?

[hard_talker]

Oh c'mon, Doc. All that runnin' around you do, you can't tell me that's always the same ONE stick've celery. Spill the dirt: how much d'you go through a week?