106.7 - it's just another day (backdated - Sunday @ 10 PM)

[hard_talker]

[at ten PM sharp, "Everybody Knows" drifts out of the journals - the residents' customary warning that they're about to have their ears invaded by a certain loud-mouthed teenager...]

Heeeeeeey, folks, it's Father's Day, so in deference to my own padre I'm gonna do my best to give you a little - gasp - actual guidance and knowledge this week. But before we get down to that, let's give the customary Hard Harry shout-out to the new folks: Tex, Chihiro, Souji, Wade, Kyubey, the Sandman, Lara, Danerys, and Calvin.

In case any of you missed it, Zelos made some updates to the Great Big Report of Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Castle Wonderfuck, But Were Afraid To Ask. But there are a few things he didn't cover! So without further ado, yours truly is gonna attempt to either fill in the holes himself, or solicit some answers from our studio audience. A couple examples of what I mean:

Numero uno: Your rooms are not, by default, soundproof. If you like to blast disco, have wild sex, or just talk to yourself like a fuckin' creeper? Your roommates can and will hear you, especially if they're one of those types with superhuman hearing.

Exhibit B: Need money? Guess what? You can actually just plain wish UP Caisos, you don't actually have to have a job. So much for all that shit your parents drilled into you about the value of a good education, right? Just wish yourself rich! Never mind that depending on how much other shit you wish for, the castle could put some serious backlash on it and throw you face-first into a really bass-ackwards loss for a week or a month or so.

Anything else you're curious about? Toss me a line! You can filter to Hard Harry if you wanna protect the not-so-innocent, and I'll make my answers public. Now - [there's the snap of a stereo button and music starts drifting out over the journals] - let's get this week's set rolling. And remember - I always take requests!

Comments

Dictated

[cyan_maid]

[Eye rolling is not a thing that can be heard, but she's doing it now.]

It makes sense that the castle would allow you to wish up money, though I can't help but wonder the ramifications doing so would have on the town's economy.

[hard_talker]

After the quake? I'm pretty sure that in terms of the town, the castle protocol is "screw over as often and uncomfortably as possible".

[cyan_maid]

Then I think I'd rather take up a job, if I had the time. At least if things did get sticky, it wouldn't be on my head.

Dictated

[lara_the_explorer]

It sounds like there is quite a number of us who got stranded here in... "Castle Wonderfuck" recently.

[somanylyrics]

Ooh! Ooh! Play me a song!

[freeslider]

Thanks for the tips.

[Wow, it's gonna take awhile to digest all this]

[silentrunning]

Did you figure out number one on that list yourself?

[She laughs.]

But duly noted. I'll remember that the next time I decide to listen to Greenday at full volume at 3 AM.

[silent_guardian]

[a thin line of gold slowly circles "The Sandman" followed by a smiley face that looks drawn by someone very unused to writing]

[hard_talker]

Yeah, and there are a ton of places you can work ... I wonder how many people here actually own businesses, now ... I know there used to be a lot.

[hard_talker]

This's actually a pretty average week... usually there's anywhere from five to a dozen new people. So which one're you?

[hard_talker]

Hey! Hey! You got it! [he laughs, glad to finally hear SOMEONE excited about the prospect of the ol' request line] Anybody specific you wanna hear?

[hard_talker]

Hey, any time, it's what I'm here for. I'm sorta the info guy. Well - sometimes. Sometimes I'm just "the kid that won't shut up". Depends on how I feel when I turn the mic on, y'know?

[hard_talker]

[a slow, gaping grin of wonder spreads over Mark's face. they'd gotten an awful lot of people that he'd thought were figments of his imagination for years, lately ... and adding one more to the list hadn't diminished the awe in the least.]

Heeeeey, there. How's it going?

[hard_talker]

Pretty much, yeah. Nora and I soundproofed our room ourselves, 'cuz two of the people on our floor have crazy sensitive ears, and we have crazy ridiculous decibel addiction issues.

[silent_guardian]

[Another golden line starts making its way across the page. It twists and turns in beautiful filigree as it circles the smiley face.

Not too bad, all things considered]

[hard_talker]

Not much of a writer, huh? That's okay, you're a hell of an artist. ... And I'm pretty sure a lotta people here need your help. It hasn't been a picnic 'round here lately.

[silent_guardian]

[Oh this isn't going to work. He just can't communicate this way. He sighs softly, closing his eyes for a moment. Ah there you are! He smiles and a rush of wind ruffles the journal pages as his windows burst open and he whooshes out.

Hey Mark, is there a strange golden glow coming from outside your window? I think there is. There's a little man sitting quite comfortably on a golden stingray slowly flapping right outside your window.]

[lara_the_explorer]

I'm Lara.

[freeslider]

They can both be the same thing. You do this every week?

[xss]

[OH THAT WAS HER NAME...] H...Hello...

Thank you for the information...

(written anonymously or at least attempted)

[hatesgoodbyes]

[She didn't actually want to say it, just wanted to hear something old and full of memories. The writing is precise, mechanically so and just a few words.]

Nat King Cole, Unforgettable.

Mark/Harry whateves.

[originalcopy]

[/snerk]

I imagine learning lesson number one was a real joy for you.

So, just thought I'd give you a heads up... if you hadn't guessed from the name already Tex is one of the Freelancers, like York.

Try to stay on her good side... fuckin' hard target that it is.

[cyan_maid]

I haven't heard tell of many! What kind of businesses existed in the past? I'd like to hear about them.

[stormborned]

[ She listens to the entire broadcast with a curious expression, alternately smirking and frowning - mostly because a lot of what he's saying goes directly over her head. She's Renaissance Faire material, after all. ]


What—what is a ...shout-out?

[somanylyrics]

Nope! Anything. Surprise me! I like surprises.

[silentrunning]

I knew it was soundproofed, but I didn't know you did it yourselves. That's pretty cool.

Hm. I wonder if there's anyone on my floor with sensitive ears. I guess not as nobody's come pounding on my door yet. Also, thank you for mentioning the Everything you ever wanted to know about Castle Wonderfuck, because I didn't know anyone was compiling information. Maybe I'll bury myself in that.

And decibel addiction is a good thing.

/oh my god Gmail why did you eat this one

[hard_talker]

[he notices the glow out of the corner of his eye and turns, slowly. he's ready to reach for his club, just in case, but then he catches sight of what's actually OUT there, and his fear dissolves into wonder]

... wow.

[silent_guardian]

[Sandy smiles as he watches the boy's face change. Hello, Mark. He waggles his fingers in greeting, a golden sand bowler hat appearing in his hand. He tips it in greeting.]

[hard_talker]

That is so cool... [he scurries over and opens the window to let him in]

How do you do that? I mean - besides magic and all. Are you made out of sand or something?

[silent_guardian]

[Silly, Mark. Sandy hops through the window, turning and shaking a finger at his cloud when it tries to follow him. No, no, little cloud. He doesn't want to fill the room with dream sand, after all. The cloud obediently dissipates.

He turns and pats Mark on the leg as he passes, looking around the room. See? He's as solid as you are, Mark.]