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paradisa2013-07-08 09:30 pm
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107.3 - magic in the makeup
[normally, Monday night broadcasts are a relatively unobtrusive thing, all things considered. those who want to ignore Hard Harry's outbursts and taste in music can simply shut their journals and wait an hour or so ... but tonight, things are a little different.
tonight, at about 9:30 PM, anyone in the lobby will see a teen in an interesting ensemble: a long, neon red wig with a white terrycloth sweatband holding it securely on his head, white sweatpants, and a pink knee-length bathrobe with the sleeves cut off over a black tank top. there's a squeaking sound as he wrestles a folding table out of the elevator ... it's likely coming from the white rain boots he's wearing with designs drawn on in gold Sharpie marker. the cosplay gods were cheap with this one, right down to the plastic dollar-store kids' sword hanging from his hip and the fingerless elbow-length hipster gloves that look like they came off the sale rack at Hot Topic. the only thing of any possible value is the red jeweled pendant hanging around his neck.
he's taking it all in stride, though, grinning as he sets up the table and goes back to the elevator for his boombox and a milk crate full of CDs and cassettes. once he's got his DJ station properly set up, the resident DJ wishes up a roll of cheap red carpeting, a spotlight, and a polaroid camera. preparations complete, he claps his hands and rubs them together gleefully]
Okay, let's get this show on the road.
[instead of the slow, creeping strains of his usual theme, residents are blasted out of their cosplaying bitchfests by a barrage of electric guitar and upbeat horns, and Harry sings along at the top of his lungs for the first few lines, before turning it down just enough to be heard over]
Who DO you wanna be, folks? Guess what, here's Hard Harry with the bad news: Castle Wonderfuck don't care, you're gonna be who THEY want you to be, today! But before I give you my two Caisos' worth, let's get the ol' routine out of the way. Only one newbie so far this week, some guy named Marco. I think we can all agree that the fireworks and the barbecue were the biggies of the week, even if not everyone agrees with yours truly about how rad they were. Those of you who got in on the betting pool might wanna know it's bein' rolled over ... and if you weren't in, now's your shot to get your bets in before all hell breaks loose.
Speakin' of hell breaking loose, Tex is lookin' for patterns in the way shit goes down, so those of you research buffs who keep your noses glued to your journals might wanna put your heads together.
[he pauses to line up his music, and tosses a shout toward the journal:] Hey, Gary! Does Halloween in July here count, or what? What's the ruling? We still rollin'?
Aaaaanyway, when it comes to this whole closet-swapping clusterfuck, I honestly think Crowley put a good start to it, and he made a lotta good points. So if you didn't hear what he had to say, flip back a couple pages and check it out. There's a reason they call us WISEasses. And incidentally, did you know Marie Antoinette had her sheep painted every day to match whatever she was wearin'? Food for thought, folks. ... The only thing I really have to add, personally, is that I know there are a lotta people I could've ended up as. Any one of you sheeplets, for that matter. And there's no way in hell anyone's gonna mistake me for the guy I'm supposed to be. But if they did? He's done a lot for me. I'd consider it an honor.
Now, c'mon, everyone, up off your butts. I don't care how uncomfortable your shoes are, how runny your makeup is, how itchy your head is under that stupid wig, or if that dress really DOES make your a double s look big. We're gonna have a fashion show down in the lobby here, because if there's one surefire way to make Castle Wonderfuck feel dumb, it's to laugh right in its fuckin' face. Bring your best Glamour Shots poses! Me an' Nora'll be down here waitin'.
[and with that, he turns the music back up. COME GET YOUR VOGUE ON, PARADISA.]
tonight, at about 9:30 PM, anyone in the lobby will see a teen in an interesting ensemble: a long, neon red wig with a white terrycloth sweatband holding it securely on his head, white sweatpants, and a pink knee-length bathrobe with the sleeves cut off over a black tank top. there's a squeaking sound as he wrestles a folding table out of the elevator ... it's likely coming from the white rain boots he's wearing with designs drawn on in gold Sharpie marker. the cosplay gods were cheap with this one, right down to the plastic dollar-store kids' sword hanging from his hip and the fingerless elbow-length hipster gloves that look like they came off the sale rack at Hot Topic. the only thing of any possible value is the red jeweled pendant hanging around his neck.
he's taking it all in stride, though, grinning as he sets up the table and goes back to the elevator for his boombox and a milk crate full of CDs and cassettes. once he's got his DJ station properly set up, the resident DJ wishes up a roll of cheap red carpeting, a spotlight, and a polaroid camera. preparations complete, he claps his hands and rubs them together gleefully]
Okay, let's get this show on the road.
[instead of the slow, creeping strains of his usual theme, residents are blasted out of their cosplaying bitchfests by a barrage of electric guitar and upbeat horns, and Harry sings along at the top of his lungs for the first few lines, before turning it down just enough to be heard over]
Who DO you wanna be, folks? Guess what, here's Hard Harry with the bad news: Castle Wonderfuck don't care, you're gonna be who THEY want you to be, today! But before I give you my two Caisos' worth, let's get the ol' routine out of the way. Only one newbie so far this week, some guy named Marco. I think we can all agree that the fireworks and the barbecue were the biggies of the week, even if not everyone agrees with yours truly about how rad they were. Those of you who got in on the betting pool might wanna know it's bein' rolled over ... and if you weren't in, now's your shot to get your bets in before all hell breaks loose.
Speakin' of hell breaking loose, Tex is lookin' for patterns in the way shit goes down, so those of you research buffs who keep your noses glued to your journals might wanna put your heads together.
[he pauses to line up his music, and tosses a shout toward the journal:] Hey, Gary! Does Halloween in July here count, or what? What's the ruling? We still rollin'?
Aaaaanyway, when it comes to this whole closet-swapping clusterfuck, I honestly think Crowley put a good start to it, and he made a lotta good points. So if you didn't hear what he had to say, flip back a couple pages and check it out. There's a reason they call us WISEasses. And incidentally, did you know Marie Antoinette had her sheep painted every day to match whatever she was wearin'? Food for thought, folks. ... The only thing I really have to add, personally, is that I know there are a lotta people I could've ended up as. Any one of you sheeplets, for that matter. And there's no way in hell anyone's gonna mistake me for the guy I'm supposed to be. But if they did? He's done a lot for me. I'd consider it an honor.
Now, c'mon, everyone, up off your butts. I don't care how uncomfortable your shoes are, how runny your makeup is, how itchy your head is under that stupid wig, or if that dress really DOES make your a double s look big. We're gonna have a fashion show down in the lobby here, because if there's one surefire way to make Castle Wonderfuck feel dumb, it's to laugh right in its fuckin' face. Bring your best Glamour Shots poses! Me an' Nora'll be down here waitin'.
[and with that, he turns the music back up. COME GET YOUR VOGUE ON, PARADISA.]
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I'm dying with all these layers. Pass me a soda?
Hard Harry
His name is not Marco and you'd do well to stay out of his path.
James Bond
What's he call himself, then? So I know to stay the fuck away... and keep an eye out for him?
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Tadaaaaah.
... You make a hotter Felix than Felix, by the way.
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His name isn't Marco. He was playing the game Marco Polo.
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Just don't tell him that.
Hard Harry forever
He may go by either Raoul Silva or Tiego Rodriguez. He knows I'm here but he's yet to discover the fact that my employer is and we would rather it stay that way as long as possible.
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M is here? Funny, you'd think I would've noticed a guy like that.
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[Hermione]
I just got a filter from somebody - he told me the dude's real name, and that he's dangerous. Bad news. Whoever the fuck he is, you should probably stay away from him.
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That's because she is trained to not be noticed.
[Mark]
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[She smiles. She may not hang out with him as much as she'd like but Felix is still one of her best friends in this place... he's certainly one of the ones she's been friends with the longest.]
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I wonder why mine looks like it could be right out of Felix's closet and yours looks like a 5 year old put it together.
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I'll keep my eyes and ears open. I figured we were due for another garden variety crazyass. At leasr this one doesn't eat people.
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Hermione
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He may not be a demon but he won't hesitate to kill anyone he deems a threat.
Mark
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Blonde and purple from the looks.
[Lobby action] - let's pretend I didn't derp for like, four days instead of tagging...
So it's not long before the perky little pop star makes her grand entrance to the lobby, still looking vaguely like some kind of fluffy catbunny. It's entirely subjective whether it's adorable or creepy how she bounces right up to where Mark and Nora have set up camp.]
Hiii~!
[She gives the two an amused giggle at their costumes. And a wink, of course.]
I think Nora-chan wins, but you both look great!
[It's debatable what she means by "great". "Silly" would probably be just as fitting, but who cares? It's fun!]
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Hermione
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... Who are you supposed to be.
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[a pause] You know, I don't know... I've been wondering about that, myself. Did he hole himself in his room for some reason?
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[He pauses briefly, eyes scanning the page for other replies to the broadcast]
Don't pry too much. The less you know about him the less of a threat you are. However, if you happen to hear anything from him or about him I'll trust you'll let me know. I don't know if he's learned about death in this place... nor do I know if he cares but regardless he's dangerous and I'd like to keep tabs on him by any means necessary.
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Aren't we supposed to be dressed up as each other?
[You'd think someone would notice a barely dressed girl in white and pink with cat ears and a tail!]