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.

[courageous_wit]

Funny, I was about to suggest that.

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.

[hard_talker]

Great minds think alike, and all that. [he snickers] So are you gonna do anything with it?

[heloise]

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

Harry

[mal_addict]

Eh, it's not you I'm pissed at, and I know you wouldn't be so monumentally stupid as to actually think she'd done right.

Still. It's not a bad plan. Let me know if you find anything interesting.

[themistress]

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

Sarge

[hard_talker]

You bet. ... I will say this, though: dick moves or not, she really was acting on how she felt. I -- I'm not gonna forgive her for what she did, but ... you gotta admire that kind of balls.

[hard_talker]

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

[hard_talker]

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

[heloise]

Mondays shall be the highlight of my week then.

[courageous_wit]

How could I not with those inspiring words?

[themistress]

So I've been told. And who might you be?

[hard_talker]

Well, geez, make a guy feel wanted. ... You're kinda new, right? Only showed up a few weeks ago or so?

[hard_talker]

Hard Harry. At'cher service every Monday night at 10 PM, barring dysfunction.

[heloise]

Appreciated, Harry. And yes, you warned me about the purple dragon.

[hard_talker]

See, this is where I wonder if you're being sincere or a total smartass, and then realize that either way, it's fucking awesome. .... Got anything in mind yet, or you gotta think about it for a bit?

[themistress]

Hard Harry, and yet you feel impetus to remark about the names of others? Mmmn.

[hard_talker]

Right! Knew I recognized your voice. Don't think I ever caught your name, though.

[courageous_wit]

I'll have to think it over. But I'm sure I'll come up with something.

[hard_talker]

Hey, mine's true. [he's being a snarkass, but his tone's still good-natured] The hell are you actually mistress of?

[heloise]

Lucrezia Borgia. It is a pleasure, Harry.

[hard_talker]

Can't wait to hear it. ... Did you ever run into Dairine, by th' way?

[look at that glorious LJ-to-DW segue I did there]