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paradisa2013-03-22 11:24 pm
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Station Identification Break - tonight's main feature (backdated)
[this Thursday, at 10 PM, the journal's cracked open to the sounds of music drifting out - but it's not Leonard Cohen. instead, it's a ballad, and it turns out to be the opening track of a movie, which keeps on going in the background as Mark talks over]
Okay, so, uh, yours truly happens to be trapped in the theatre, in case you guys hadn't figured it out by now. But I'm gonna try and make the weekly news happen anyway, because HEY, it's somethin' to do. And tonight's offering, Windmill Cabaret? Looks like it's got enough music in it to pass for a playlist, anyway.
Soooooo, newbies! Have a less-than-orthodox Hard Harry shout-out for Lee, Arrietty, Klavier, Solf, Kristoph, James, Rin, River, Chie, Peter, Naomi, Santa Claus, Kankri, and Edward. .... JESUS, if it takes me gettin' locked in a goddamn theater for some fresh meat to show up, I guess maybe I should do it whenever we hit one of those creepy slumps. And here I was afraid we were headin' into Libet territory for a little while. WHOOPS, sure showed me, Paradisa, you crazy bastard.
[he scoffs exaggeratedly and flops back, sticking his feet up on the back of the seat in front of him]
And now, the rest of my report: there are no less then twelve different colors of gum stuck to the backs of the seats in this place. Danny looks remarkably dashing with a Sharpie moustache. Alex, Jennifer and Daryl are all in the running for Loudest Snorer. Mitsuru sleeps with a stuffed ... plane ... yeah, no, I didn't know they made 'em either, you got me ... and the rest of you locked-in louts are super fuckin' boring while you're asleep. Just so's you know. As for how I GOT this delicious dirt, well, YOU try stayin' awake when the only things to drink around here are caffeinated. It ain't. Gonna. Happen.
Also, the number one activity of choice for the bored seems to be testing our hand-eye coordination. I've seen flying popcorn, M&Ms, malt balls, spitballs, you name it. I'd say I feel bad for whoever's gonna clean the place when it finally lets us out, but I'm pretty sure it'll be back to abnormal for anyone who actually feels like comin' in here this --
Wait, wait, HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE, ARE THEY ACTUALLY COVERING NIRVANA --
[yes, he actually does shut up, sit bolt upright like a meerkat wired to a nine-volt battery, and gape at the screen]
-- holy shit this movie is awesome.
[sorry, folks, you've lost your DJ. he'll be back with you once Nicole Kidman dies and everyone in the theatre is sniffling horribly. post is (obviously) open for action to anyone else in the lock-in!]
Okay, so, uh, yours truly happens to be trapped in the theatre, in case you guys hadn't figured it out by now. But I'm gonna try and make the weekly news happen anyway, because HEY, it's somethin' to do. And tonight's offering, Windmill Cabaret? Looks like it's got enough music in it to pass for a playlist, anyway.
Soooooo, newbies! Have a less-than-orthodox Hard Harry shout-out for Lee, Arrietty, Klavier, Solf, Kristoph, James, Rin, River, Chie, Peter, Naomi, Santa Claus, Kankri, and Edward. .... JESUS, if it takes me gettin' locked in a goddamn theater for some fresh meat to show up, I guess maybe I should do it whenever we hit one of those creepy slumps. And here I was afraid we were headin' into Libet territory for a little while. WHOOPS, sure showed me, Paradisa, you crazy bastard.
[he scoffs exaggeratedly and flops back, sticking his feet up on the back of the seat in front of him]
And now, the rest of my report: there are no less then twelve different colors of gum stuck to the backs of the seats in this place. Danny looks remarkably dashing with a Sharpie moustache. Alex, Jennifer and Daryl are all in the running for Loudest Snorer. Mitsuru sleeps with a stuffed ... plane ... yeah, no, I didn't know they made 'em either, you got me ... and the rest of you locked-in louts are super fuckin' boring while you're asleep. Just so's you know. As for how I GOT this delicious dirt, well, YOU try stayin' awake when the only things to drink around here are caffeinated. It ain't. Gonna. Happen.
Also, the number one activity of choice for the bored seems to be testing our hand-eye coordination. I've seen flying popcorn, M&Ms, malt balls, spitballs, you name it. I'd say I feel bad for whoever's gonna clean the place when it finally lets us out, but I'm pretty sure it'll be back to abnormal for anyone who actually feels like comin' in here this --
Wait, wait, HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE, ARE THEY ACTUALLY COVERING NIRVANA --
[yes, he actually does shut up, sit bolt upright like a meerkat wired to a nine-volt battery, and gape at the screen]
-- holy shit this movie is awesome.
[sorry, folks, you've lost your DJ. he'll be back with you once Nicole Kidman dies and everyone in the theatre is sniffling horribly. post is (obviously) open for action to anyone else in the lock-in!]
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1/?
[he stops himself]
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God - > Easter Bunny - > Santa Claus - > James Bond.
is it really that far of a stretch?]
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lee.
shit.]
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Funny, you don't sound Scottish.
done.
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Excuse me?
[His voice is cold. If this kid knows he's from Scotland... Of course he did mention Scotland when he first arrived so it's possible he just heard about it then. However he only mentioned it after he learned his name. This could be a problem.]
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[what. No really what? This doesn't make any sense whatsoever.]
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[He's actually starting to sound a little annoyed. How the hell does this little shit know that he's a spy? And what on Earth are these "cheesy old spy movies" that apparently have his name on them?!]