98.3 - turn it on

[hard_talker]

[tonight's broadcast comes a little early, for the sake of the curious who like their sleep. Mark turns on his record player, and the broadcast picks up the scratch of the needle for a brief moment before Leonard Cohen's voice drifts over the airwaves. After a moment, he turns it down, but not completely off, and speaks over the music:]

So, not much goin' on in the halls of Castle Wonderfuck this week, besides the usual bullshit. The Host Club did their thing down in the ballroom, though yours truly didn't go. There's a poll up on page [this one] of the journal ... if you're bored and have a second, go check it out. We've only got one new guy, this week ... someone named Treebeard. I'll take bets on whether his parents were hippies or not, how 'bout you?

The real news tonight is a little on the self-promoting side. Yours truly, being of completely rational modesty, is holding an open broadcast forum down here in the ballroom! The accoustics are great, so if you're wonderin' how to work that brand-new shiny radio of yours, come on down and I'll show you the basics! And for those of you who know a little bit already, I've hauled down some of the more high-tech stuff you can add on to make things even more fun. So come down and spin some platters with me! Bring your favorite tunes and we'll get this castle up off its collective ass and rockin' out!

[and with that, he'll switch over from vinyl to CDs, and play this little number while he waits for people to show]

((OOC: There will be a specific section up in this post for anyone who wants to come down to the ballroom! Anyone replying over the journals can reply to the post as usual.))

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[Action] Ballroom Broadcast Blitz!

[hard_talker]

[Mark's got a long buffet table at the back set up, covered in radio broadcasting equipment, from the standard radio that he issued everyone, to the stuff he used to use back home to do his broadcasts: tape reels, record players, tape decks, equalizer boards, channel mixers, microphones ... the whole nine yards.

and of course, every chair lined up behind the table is a spinny chair.

he's double-checking the audio in/out line from the equalizer boards once he finishes the kick-off to his broadcast, sitting on a large Coleman cooler. it's serving double duty as an ottoman and a container for large amounts of Wild Cherry Pepsi. come get your radio guru knowledge!]

[lord_wizard]

[Felix isn't quite as interested in Mark's whole DJ bit, but the radios interest him. And, of course, indulging Mark a little wouldn't hurt. So he'll wander in shortly, poking around at some of the equipment with his usual casually interest air]

Action forever

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta had listened to Mark's broadcast, and decided to join him. He walks into the ballroom, carrying his radio with him.]

Hey, Harry!

[hard_talker]

Hey, Felix! [he waves, finishing connecting the wires] C'mon over!

[jammin_with_ed]

[Edward spins in one of the chairs, her eyes taking in eeeeeeeeeeeverything.]

[hard_talker]

Hey! [he grins, turning around - and the grin falters only slightly when he realizes it's an unfamiliar face. okay. he's definitely talked to whoever it is...]

Sorry, man, but - [he laughs a little] I've got no fucking clue who you are.

[hard_talker]

Hey, there! [Mark grins at her] You here to learn about the radios?

[jammin_with_ed]

[Edward grabs the table, stopping her spin suddenly that she looks physically jarred by the jolt. She immediately sets to pulling wires and bits and bobs together.]

Radio-adio waaaaaaaaaves.

[hard_talker]

Huh! [he tilts his head, watching her] .... Looks like you know what you're doin'. ... Hey, you're that kid from Paris, right? ... Edward?

[jammin_with_ed]

[She pauses, grinning up at him]

Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the Fourth. Nice to meet yooouuu~uuuu! Edward's a Net Diver!

[hard_talker]

Heckuva name. I'm Harry. [he grins] Net diver, huh? I'm guessin' you don't mean fish. More like ... that internet thing?

[jammin_with_ed]

Edward made it up, you know. [She idly rocks back and forth]

Uh-huh! A hacker.

[lord_wizard]

[He smiled and wandered closer] I don't know how you keep all this straight.

[hard_talker]

Trade secret? [he grins and holds up a cable. There's a piece of paper tagged to it and "laminated" with Scotch tape that reads "AV In: Turntable"] ……… I label it all.

[mal_addict]

...Eh, why not.

[And after a short while, being fashionably late as usuall, Mal shows up, peering at those radios]

[hard_talker]

Seriously? So you know how all the CastleNet stuff works? I've bee trying to learn...

[hard_talker]

Hey, Sarge! ... No imps in these. [he grins, twirling a screwdriver] Wanna see how they work?

[mal_addict]

Yeah, go on. Though I still think the lack of imps takes away something of the experience.

[peeta_bread]

Oh! [He laughs with him.] Sorry, I'm Peeta. I spoke to you after one of your broadcasts.

[hard_talker]

Oh! HEY! [his smile turns back to a full-out grin] Yeah, I remember you now. One of the new guys! How's it goin'?

[hard_talker]

Honestly, if I'd been living with little dudes making all my stuff work, I'd think so, too. [he grins and pops the back panel off a radio]

[mal_addict]

At least with the imps, you have someone to blame when it breaks. [Peering inside, seriously, no imps at all, what even]

[walkinthruwalls]

Thanks.

[hard_talker]

No problem! Hope you get lotsa people in on it.

[and mun apologizes for the spam last night, haha]

[walkinthruwalls]

Me too. And I'm taking ideas for more.

[ mmm spam ]