paradisa | 107.5 - we are not of this world

Weeeelllll, only three new people this week ... Albus, Harry, Tylenol. We lost a bunch of folks, though, so Wonderfuck's traffic ratio is off. Either something's about to go down to compensate, or ... shit, fuck me sideways if I know. You know what, folks, I'm not feelin' it, this week. I'm openin' my mouth and the same old shit is comin' out. Exactly what I keep telling you all not to do, right?

I dunno. [he sighs, leans back in his chair, and spins idly, staring at the ceiling]

Maybe I'm just feelin' a little old in my shoes. Two years and change, that's a long fuckin' time for a guy. I'd be halfway into college, by now, back home. Normally, this place is a pretty big distraction from all that, but ...

Damn. I guess there's no other way to put it. Anyone else out there feeling it? I think tonight I'll just let the guys down at the Soul Asylum say it for me.

Send me your requests, your rants, anything. Talk hard. And keep cool, everybody, it's a scorcher out there.

[and he'll just sink back in his chair and let a little bit of music play. it's like they used to say back home: some nights he's on for hours, sometimes he's on for five minutes.]

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Are we ready if something does happen? [Goodness gracious she actually asked a question instead of demanding information.]

Two years ain't shit, kid.

[he nearly falls out of his chair, to be honest. after Terre Haute, he figured the last thing she and Zeke would want would be to contact any of them. but he picks the journal up, carefully, like picking up a moth. like if he doesn't handle it just right, she'll disappear]

Hey.

... Yeah, you ... you're right. I guess that's what happens when I decide to just leave my brain door open and let the bull out. I can only imagine how you must feel sometimes.

[he does sound genuinely sorry - as strange as their relationship is, he considers her a friend in her own weird way] ... How you doin'?

[well look who decided to actually care about the people she used to know here, again. it's all Mark can do not to snort into the journal. he's too tired to get angry, right now, though, too deep down in his own funk to get the usual Harry-rage going]

Depends on how many wishes this place feels like granting, wouldn'cha say?

[..... that doesn't mean he's going to let her off the hook, though.]

[She doesn't say anything for nearly a solid minute... but then there's that laugh of hers coming through the journal again.]

I'm just giving you shit, Mark. You don't have to apologize. What's the record over there, anyway? Isn't that albino kid closing in on seven years or something?

And I'm fine.

[her fakeout works, until she starts laughing ... and then he laughs right along with her] Oh my God, you are such a fucking jackass, I thought you bailed on me for a second there.

But ... yeah, I think it's seven. Ino was here for five before I even showed up, so ... seven sounds about right. [he shakes his head] It's so fucking bizarre when you stop and think about it ... that you could live out a whole damn life here and then one jump to the left and step to the right later, it's all gone and you're back at square whatever.

You ever get tired of announcing the newbies?

[Not judgmentally or anything; he's honestly just curious.]

Once in a while? But ... no, not really. Because sometimes they're runnin' around clueless. Then they hear their name comin' out of a fucked-up magic book, and if nobody's said anythin' to 'em yet, I can fill them in. It's happened a few times, so ... I know it helps a little.

Big fuckin' waste of time, isn't it? I guess that's why we're not supposed to remember when we were here in the first place. Even if the castle's flipping the bird at that rule lately.

On the bright side, if someone pisses you off, there's always a chance they could disappear one day. Or have a giant spaceship dropped on their ass.

... Who names their kid Tylenol? Why would you even do that?

How do you even keep track of who comes and goes. Besides people talking on the journals or whatever.

Pretty sure he doesn't pronounce it like the painkiller, man.

[Still, he's been trying to work out his own feelings on being stuck here. He still can't decide if it's a second chance, or if he's finally getting what he deserved for all the harm he's done. Either way, it's his last stop, and for now, he's okay with his stay here not ending]

Two years? That's a long time, I could understand you being antsy.

[Carolina sucks in a breath at that, trying to not immediately say I'll take care of it.] Code Blair should have been functioning again by now.

Yeah, I guess that's true. It's kinda weird, though, rolling out the welcome mat to a place like this. Right? Sometimes I wonder if we shouldn't be more keyed up when people leave instead.

Hey, a guy takes his fun where he can get it. You never know, sometimes they don't even notice because they're so busy flipping out over everything else...

Dude, you haven't found CastleNet, yet? ... There's this thing you made one of the times you were here, it's fuckin' ridiculous. But one of the guys I know, he keeps a database that he updates every day, too.

Beats the hell outta me... Maybe they were pharmacists?

So ... Wait, you never had anyone leave, then come back and remember everything? It's seriously a completely new thing?

What, you mean, be glad they went home? Or is this the more upset kind of keyed up? 'Cuz I know we've all dealt with that shit at least once.

Yeah, well, it seems like for a while we were short on people who give a shit. That ain't anyone's fault, and it ain't what we were talking about. You drop off the map for months, and suddenly you care whether we've got a plan again?

Or celebrities. Those guys name their kids all kinds of dumb stuff.

That's what I just said, isn't it? Come on. It's not like it doesn't still have a few tricks up its sleeves every now and then. We can't have a predictable castle, can we?

[He makes a vaguely amused sound] I'll let you have this one. I think he was all...uh old-timey anyway, he probably wouldn't even get it.

CastleNet is like a supremely shitty LAN, right. If so, yeah, I've seen it, but I only really bothered playing some of the games.

But so what's this thing previous me made. Because no one's mentioned it so far and I think this needs to be rectified asap.

Yeah, I mean we should be happier when people leave... I guess? I dunno, it's hard to think about that stuff, uh, objectively.

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