102.5 - what goes around comes around

[hard_talker]

[when Hard Harry fades out his usual theme song and pipes up over the airwaves, this week, it's almost impossible to tell he took himself out of commission last week. almost. if you're not listening close, it IS impossible. but to those who know him well? he still sounds a little off, a little muted. the friendly sarcasm is definitely back in his tone, though...]

Okay, newbies, listen up. That's right, I'm talking to Natsu, Clow, Jake, Muraki, and Troo ...

Take a good look around, look at everyone else, all us veterans sitting around moanin' and groanin'. I could have had a nice, long rant all worked up and ready to unload on you, but ... I've got a pretty good feeling I don't even have to fuckin' say it, this week. If this week's message hasn't come through to you loud and clear, you might want to go back to whatever clinic lobotomized you and get the pieces of your brain back.


[he'll kick back in his chair, crack open a Pepsi decisively, and just push play.]

Comments

Dictated;

[wilder]

Welcome back Mark.

[hard_talker]

Heh-heh-heh.... awww, you missed me.

[wilder]

[a Tt noise] Then again hearing Nora last week was a pretty nice change.

[hard_talker]

If it was that welcome, maybe I'll do next week's in falsetto.

[wilder]

Blech, I think I'd take sleeping at night thanks.

[hard_talker]

Whassamatter, afraid you'd start thinking of me as one of your "hunnies", Zelly?

[you can't see it, but he's batting his eyelashes]

[wilder]

[he snorts]

Nah, darling, I'm just worried you'd hit pitches that no human should ever hit.

[hard_talker]

[he snickers] If you haven't heard me do that already [read: when you heard me scream like a girl those couple of times when mortal peril was happening], it's probably not ever gonna happen.

[wilder]

Better safe than sorry!

So did you get hit by wishitis?

[hard_talker]

I gave every single person in the castle a radio last Christmas, you bet your ass I did.

[the details he's not divulging? every song he tried to listen to that day sounded like fart noises. and when there WASN'T music, his ears rang]

[wilder]

Ouch. That had to suck.

[Poor poor Mark sdfkjd]

[hard_talker]

You're not kidding. ... But if it only does that once a year? I think I can live with it. I'd rather be able to keep this going than just give up because the place thinks it can drag me around by the short and curlies.

[wilder]

[He chuckles] Hot headed and stubborn as usual, I see. I'm not surprised.

Be careful about it, though.

[hard_talker]

Yeah, no... I ... I was listening to some of the other people bitch, and I know it could've been a lot worse. I'm sticking to stereo equipment and soda.

[wilder]

-- Wait you need more stereo equipment?!

[hard_talker]

[that is the laugh of a troll, good sir. oh yes it is]

Hey, you never know.

Dictated forever

[mal_addict]

There you are. It wasn't the same without you.

[hard_talker]

Quiet and devoid of ear-crushing music, you mean? [he loves you, though, for saying that, Mal. really he does]

[mal_addict]

My week was so much less interesting and educating in the art of Earth music.

[hard_talker]

Well, gee, now I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Thanks, Sarge.

[mal_addict]

You're welcome. I'm just your warm and fuzzy feeling delivery vampire.

[hard_talker]

Don't worry, I won't spread the word around.

[mal_addict]

You're a doll, Mark.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora's curled up in a comfy chair with a blanket and a mug of tea. What? Her head still hurts]

I can't help but think there are easier ways to hammer that point home than this.

[hard_talker]

Since when does this place do easy? [he leaves the music to play and gets up out of his chair to flop down on the arm of the one she's sitting in]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She makes a face and leans against him]

Good point. Ugh I don't even wish stuff up as much as I used to and my head was still killing me. I can only imagine what it was like for people who wished all the time.

[hard_talker]

Seriously ... Like the people who built all that Peace Patrol shit in the basement, that had to have been wished up, yeah?

[eat_me_beat_me]

Oh god I didn't even think of that. Compared to whoever wished all that crap up we probably got off pretty light.

[hard_talker]

Seriously. I wonder if they ended up in traction in the clinic ...!

[eat_me_beat_me]

fuck, the clinic people were probably hurting just as bad. [She laughs] Hey, how's your head?

[hard_talker]

Fuckin' killin' me... [he sighs] I'll be okay, though.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She reaches up to rub his neck]

You'd better be. Can't have the voice put out of commission, now.

[hard_talker]

[he sighs and leans back into her hands. DAMN that feels good.] No way, my girlfriend'd probably kill me.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Now she's definitely going to keep doing that]

Mmm yeah you're probably right.