97.9 - radio free paradisa

[hard_talker]

[Sarge]
Something I've got to say tonight is probably gonna piss you off. A lot. ... But trust me, I've got my reasons for it. F'you still wanna talk after I'm done, I'll be around.
[/Sarge]


[Monday night. Ten PM. Leonard Cohen at near-maximum frequencies. You all knew it was coming ... and if you're new, and didn't know? You've learned. Mark doesn't wait long at all before cutting the music and launching into his weekly rant]

Soooooooooooo, hey, hope you enjoyed all those white blank pages, all pristine and clean and new and unsullied by the stench of castle BULLSHIT, because it ain't gonna last long! And to beat the place to the punch, here's Hard Harry comin' atcha with your weekly dose of dissent and a sheep-shearin' shitload of reality checks!

So the proverbial dog ate our goddamn homework, SO WHAT? It's just this place clearing out the backlog of bowel rot that we've all been accumulating for however fuckin' long we've all been here! I don't have to open the book and see proof without end of how so many of you just GO ALONG with whatever happens. We're literally turning a new page, here! Let's make THIS the book full of revolution! Our new MANIFESTO! THOU SHALT NOT STICK THY HEADS IN THE SAND AND BE FUCKING OSTRICHES! This year, we're gonna really fight back - we're gonna find out what makes this place tick and stick it to it!

And hey, speaking of New Year's shit - last week's little rampaging ball of hormones derailed me from something: a toast. Everyone, could I have your attention please? Glasses up! Get your beverage of choice, close your mouths, an' open your ears.

[ahem]

A TOAST. Here's to Nancy, for keeping it real. Sure, I know a whole lot of you hate her fuckin' guts, but she didn't back down from how she felt or what she thought, and she actually acted on it and got the fuck outta here. I mean, she's got no indoor plumbing and no roof over her head and she's probably sleepin' in a cave somewhere like a goddamn terrorist, but that's not my point here. My point is: she was honest. She was fucking REAL. And for that? Yeah, cheers, you crazy bitch.

[he cracks his own can of soda and downs about half, then lets out a monstrous belch] Well, that was deep. On to the more superficial stuff, for those of you who only tune in for the weekly world report. Our newbies of the moment: Simba*, Jade*, Peeta*, Jorge*, Mistress* - wait, seriously, are you fucking kidding me? Mistress of WHAT?! ... Ha. Boy, someone's about to get their lemonade pissed in, big time. [he laughs]

In other news, the clinic's got a staff list up, so now you know who to go and whine to if you get a papercut. Heh heh.

BUT! Here's the big news, drumroll please -

[and instead of drumroll you get -- a very badass bit of dubstep. hell yes.]

Open your doors, kids. Each and every one of you has your belated Christmas present from yours truly sittin' outside: a radio. There's a little book that'll tell you how to use it, especially if you've been living centuries before wireless communication was even an IDEA ... but here's the kicker. It's not just for receivin' signals and music. Paradisa's got its VERY OWN radio tower, now, up on the roof ... well, it always had one, but I've boosted the signal, made it a little stronger, a little more FUN to play with. And anyone with one of these radios can start up their very own broadcast! Share your voice, share your opinions, get your thoughts out there, play some fuckin' tunes, do whatever you want with 'em. This is all about expressing yourself, showing the castle the REAL you. The more avenues we have for that sorta thing, the better, I say! So come on, let's make it happen! Let's start ourselves a residential revolution!

I'll be spinning some songs at you all night, tonight, but in the meantime, this is your ole pal Harry, remindin' you to eat your cereal with a fork, and read your journal in the dark.

[and with that, he'll kick this off and start dancing around his room like the spaztastic teenage white boy he is]

((OOC: YES, the radios and radio station are mod approved! "Broadcast" is now a post option in addition to written, dictated, and action!))

Comments

[courageous_wit]

Brilliant! So will you be broadcasting on the radio from now on, or will you continue with the journal?

[so she can know what channel to tune in on]

[hard_talker]

I'd be NUTS if I didn't use the radio station now that we've got one. I'll change the frequency every week, just in case some of the First Gens get close enough to the border to try and listen in. I'll make a note of it in the journal before I start.

[aka - his journal titles will be the frequencies. mun is ever so clever]

Mark

[mal_addict]

[Yup, ignoring the shiny new radio and all his pomp and glamour for this]

You know, if you want, it shouldn't be all that hard to find her. [Amusedly] Not that I'd dare insinuate that you were missing her or anything.

...And what are you planning that's going to piss me off so much.

Sarge

[hard_talker]

I just thought you wouldn't like me heapin' praise on her sorry ass. But we ... made a bet. Way back before I found out she was the one who let Joshua out and all that bullshit. Before the outposts caught fire. She said if she won, she got a shoutout on the show... and that was it.

If she hears it, I'm gonna give her a taste of her own medicine. See what I can get out of her.

[heloise]

[ She understood less than half of that but he sounds so spirited that she is amused nonetheless. So have some excited clapping. ]

[hard_talker]

Haha, thank youuuuu, thank youuuuu. I'm here every Monday.

[themistress]

Everyone in this castle is so mouthy, and yet I haven't seen a single appropriate act involving a tongue.

[hard_talker]

That's cuz most've 'em are fuckin' prudes. You should've been here for the magic kissing fairies.

[peeta_bread]

Right. I just came from a world where I was used for others' entertainment. I've said it once and I'll say it again: I'm not just a piece in their games.

[hard_talker]

Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about! Welcome to Castle Wonderfuck, and what name shall I add to the revolutionary roster?

[hulloeverything]

You can be certain I'll be tuning in every week. I've also tuned the TARDIS into that frequency.

[hard_talker]

As if I had any doubt, Doc. ... Thanks for helpin' me set it up. I couldn't have done any of this without you.

[handwaving, what is that? :P]

[lord_wizard]

Harry, I can quite honestly admit this is a brilliant idea...

[You can bet that is the sound of him fiddling with his radio as he talks]

((ooc: FYI Felix's gifts are forthcoming because his mun is easily distracted))

[hard_talker]

Of course it is, asshole! [he laughs] All my ideas are brilliant, you shoulda learned that by now.

((That is perfectly fine, bb. <3))

[delincuente]

Thanks for the loot.

[There's a familiar cackle-chuckle hybrid as Alex aimlessly spins the tuning dial.]

I wonder how many people in this castle actually know how to use this thing?

[hard_talker]

Hey, no problem. And I don't think I ever said "Welcome back", either. How's it goin'?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[An envelope slips under Mark's door, It, and the paper inside are a slightly iridescent peacock blue. The familiar handwriting is in a bronze pen]

Monday night
10 PM
We tune in instead of tuning out
Can't ignore
Can't avoid the truths of our existence
our unplanned vacation in purgatory
No more to sit silently idle
while the castle plays roulette with our lives

Let the voice rise
carrying us on wings of music and passion
A rallying cry to usher in a new revolution
The microphone a beacon of hope in the wasteland of ambivalence
Never silenced amidst the waves of oppressive ignorance.
Two words rise above
truer now than they've ever been


TALK HARD

[hard_talker]

[when the paper slips under the door, his heart stops for a brief, spinning moment. sure, he knows it's her now, and she knows who he is, but ... every time Nora writes him a poem and delivers it like this, it always seems like he's thrown back in time to those days of anonymity, the old familiar thrill rushing over him. he smiles to himself and moves slowly to the door, listening until he's sure she's gone back to her own room before picking the letter up. that was the thing about her letters - they always had to be read in complete solitude, without even the hint of a possibility of a spectator. they were his, and his alone.

sinking into his chair, he slides a finger under the flap of the envelope and slits it open, careful not to give himself a papercut. the words shine on the paper like her eyes when she smiles, and he reads them once, twice, three times over, slowly, savoring every curl of her handwriting on the paper. when he's done, he opens up his desk drawer and carefully tucks it in with the first letter he ever got from her in the castle - the one she doesn't even know she sent, the only one he'll ever have here on her old signature red paper.

from red to blue: somehow, that's fitting. they've come so far, but at the same time ... there are still letters in the night against a system neither of them can stand. and for that, and so many other things, he loves her so damn much.]

Dictated

[noblefive]

[Jorge only really perked up when he heard his own name, and he read back through the journal and found the radio on his doorstep]

Heh. I didn't know this place had it's own radio station. This oughta make things a little less boring.

Thanks for the gift

[hard_talker]

Hey, no problem. I hope it does... You one of the new guys?

[unnaturalpause]

[HEY SOMETHING HE KNOWS HOW TO USE AND LIKES! Good job Mark, James approves.]

I see you have kept busy, inbetween the general castle life now haven't you?

[hard_talker]

[ALL THE APPROVALS tonight. he is so good at this you have no idea. life is good]

What, with the radios? Yeah - going to Paris kinda fucked up my plans for it a little, but the Doc helped. How ya been?

[ofhope]

To Nancy.

[hard_talker]

[well, shit. he doesn't know this voice, but they sound pissed. he'd better play middle ground for a second or so, feel things out. neutrally]

Yeah. What, were you not here for that?

[exanimatus]

I'm almost more curious to see how it's abused, or when someone inevitably fucks it up... [the tapping of something on a journal page, while he dictates.] But this is an interesting idea.

sorry I'm late! <3

[hard_talker]

How what's abused, the radio? ... No such thing as abuse on these airwaves. The FCC can go fuck themselves, and they ain't here to tell anyone what to do.

[kamenriderdeno]

Ah, uh, thank you for the radio. I appreciate it.

[Formalities aside though, he did come here for a reason; although he hates to be a bit of a downer with this srs talk and whatnot. Sorry bro.]

I hope you don't mind me asking this, but, well....

Are you...the person Ryuutaros spoke with? In Paris?

[That's pretty vague, but he's hoping Marks reaction will make it more clear as to whether or not he was the one he's looking for.]

sorry I'm late! <3

[hard_talker]

[he draws in a quick breath. right. another personality. don't hold being a jackass against this one, he's not the one who said it. the strangeness of the situation gives him enough pause to collect himself and NOT lash out instinctively, like he usually would]

.... Yeah. .... Which one are you?