107.1 - get me started again

[hard_talker]

[residents may or may not be pleased to find that it appears someone has gone back to his old tried-and-true Monday Night At Ten PM routine. right on the dot, the old familiar song starts drifting out over the journals, there's the hiss of a soda can, and Hard Harry takes the air]

Hey, there, everybody, you still ain't rid of me yet. ... Let's take a short trip down memory lane, have a look at the past seven days, shall we? Looks like we got ourselves another slow week for newbies. Everybody say hi to Ohjiro and Isabelle, and my new close personal buddy, Ben. And don't tell me you're too busy to even just say hi, because I've heard the crickets out there.

Seems like now that everyone's recovered from gettin' chased by dinos - which my buddy Dairine did a nice handy report on - everybody's makin' their summer plans. I'm seeing everything from parties to obstacle courses... And of course, there was Saturday's gallery opening. There's still plenty of room on the giant chalkboard, if anyone feels like putting their mark out there! Pun only slightly intended.

Also, seeing a couple of the paintings actually reminded me of something. Couple years ago, for Christmas, I gave everyone in the castle their own radio, so they could tune in to these broadcasts the old-fashioned way instead of using their journals. We've seen so many people come and go that I figured it was time to ask if anyone else wants one.

I guess I could run my mouth, but honestly, right now it's so hot and humid and nasty out that all I wanna do is sit here with the fan on and spin some tunes. We'll start off with one for another good buddy of mine - and as always, I do take requests. Keep it cool, folks.

[and on goes the music...]

Comments

[unvarnished]

I wouldn't mind having one of those radios.

[hard_talker]

You want one, you got one. What room should I send it to?

[unvarnished]

Seven twenty-one. Thanks, I appreciate it.

Dictated forever

[indirectcause]

It all sounded really normal right up until the part about the dinosaurs.

But sure, I'll take a radio. Clem might enjoy it. [Better than that creepy ass walkie talkie]

[hard_talker]

[HI NEW FRIEND HI] Yeeeeeah, that's kinda how it goes around here. It'll be normal as hell for a week or so and then dinosaurs or giant polar bears or little cutesy monsters in balls show up, or we're in Paris, or some ninja town, or like ... space. I was asleep for space, though. And that was pretty much a good thing.

What room're you in? I'll send one over.

[indirectcause]

I guess we at least get a chance to regroup after all that. Take a breather, y'know? [He'll take THOSE whenever he can get them. There's a subtle pause] Space. Seriously.

Room 525, thanks man.

[princeandwizard]

[There's a quiet chuckle.]

I never thought I'd hear my name announced again without hearing the yells of groupies immediately following.

[Which in a way, was kind of nice. That's some peace without screaming fangirls.]

[hard_talker]

I'd say "give it time", but not a lotta people actually get groupies around here. You must be Ohjiro.

[princeandwizard]

I could get used to the peace, it was hard getting around without having them sometimes. [but that's what you get when you're a renowned Angelic Layer competitor...]

Ohjiro Mihara. It's a pleasure, mister..?

Dictated

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss twirled a flower in her hand, a bright yellow primrose that she had picked from the castle garden, as she sat below. She was quiet for a long moment, before she whispered.]

Hey Mark ... play something sad for me. Something that's ... that's for missing people, who aren't here.

[hard_talker]

Yeah, 'course.

[somehow, he knows just the one. after a moment of rifling through his records, there's the soft scratch of needle on vinyl, and then this.]

(finally got to listen to this song...)

[the_effect_she_has]

[She put her chin on her knees, closing her eyes and just listening to the song itself.]

[After it's done, she whispers quietly.] Thank you, Mark.

dictated;

[shizue]

Ah! Thank you, for mentioning me! _{So much attention...}

[hard_talker]

No problem. You must be Isabelle, yeah?

[shizue]

Yes! Nice to meet you!

[cyan_maid]

I wouldn't mind a radio, but then again, I don't mind tuning into the journal, either. I try to keep up with it, anyway.

[hard_talker]

Sure thing, I'll have the ghosts send one over. Doin' okay this week?

[cyan_maid]

I'm alright. And if part of me isn't, it will be eventually. You?

[lara_the_explorer]

[This broadcast has caught the attention of a certain gymnast]

An obstacle course sounds like a great idea. Everyone should know how to survive out there.

[hard_talker]

The guy who's doing it has been here for years, too. He's pretty cool, you should look him up.

[lara_the_explorer]

Years? My god.

Who is this person?

[hatesgoodbyes]

[You're such a bro Mark, she likes you already. As much as a rotten bitch like her likes anyone.]

I owe you a beer or something, that was too good.

[hard_talker]

Your resident DJ accepts charitable donations in the form of cherry Pepsi, Blackjack gum, menthol Marlboros, or any combination thereof.

[silentrunning]

[Chell's glad you've gone back to your Monday night schedule, man. She is. But she wants to have a little fun.]

Hey. I'd like one of those radios... Only is there any way to make it rainbow-colored?

As for the chalkboard? I'm tempted to run by the gallery more often, just to draw stuff on the chalkboard. And it is hot. Summer can be so annoying.

[And then she sits back to listen to the music.]

[OOC: Now I want a giant chalkboard on one wall of my bedroom.]

[hard_talker]

Sure is. Only, why wish for it that way when you can spraypaint it yourself? Just cover the outlets with painter's tape. F'you wanna hang out in the lobby, it's nice and cool with the stone floors.... We could throw down some newspapers and paint radios for the people who want 'em.