paradisa | 98.7 - drink with me to days gone by

[ten PM, anyone with their radios on will recognize the tune drifting over the journal, just as it has for over a year now. however, for once, Mark lets the song play all the way through to the end ... and once it's done, there's the click of a can opening]

Cheers, Paradisa. You managed to make it an entire week without even trying to build on what I threw at you last week. That takes some real commitment to stagnancy, let me JUST say. Way to set an example for our new kids, Chris, Tom, Harry, Himari, Rhode, Ukitake, Kirby, Kalinda, Adrian, Souji, and John. And hey, first we get the Mistress, now we get some schmuck calling himself the Master. What next? Anyone else wanna step up and say they're God?

Jesus fucking CHRIST. You know what? I know people don't stick around here very long half the time, but I KNOW we've still got a good chunk of people who were around this time last year. I'm not tryin' to open up old wounds, but how many of you even THINK about what happened a year ago? Or even six months ago? Do any of you even give a shit? This time last year, yours truly got a bit of a wake-up call in a lotta ways, and personally, I'm gonna remember it. So whether they're here still, or not, here's to Sam, Sister, Penny, and Kara .... and a super-special tip of the cherry Pepsi to Akihiko, for giving me a punch in the face when I needed it.

You might not still be here, but I remember you. I remember all my listeners who leave.

[he'll let the music play for a little while - two songs' worth - then pipe up idly:]

Oh, and someone's starting up the castle equivalent of a yard sale, so if you've got crap you wanna get rid of, now's probably a good time.

You know. So you can chuck your mementos and have one more reason to forget everything that's happened.

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No... not yet, but if she ever does I'm not sure what I'm gonna do about it. ... But fuck conjectural bullshit, what're you up to?

Nothing much. Just setting up a few spells.

Setting up? ... What, do they take a while?

Some do. It shouldn't take too long though -- I'm just getting them prepared for later.

.... what do you think you're gonna need em for?

Hopefully nothing.

But apparently the castle has grabbed some tough customers recently. So while things are quiet, I thought I’d update my arsenal.

Huh, not a bad idea. ... what do they do that means you have to set them up like that?

Oh, nothing in particular. Setting up ahead of time just means it will take less time to cast the spell. [Which is very helpful during combat, especially with complex spells.]

Oh. .... Okay, look, I'm just gonna come right out and ask. [he sounds amused enough, but she ain't gettin' the hint here] Seriously. How. Do. They. Work?

[Wait a moment. Dairine has to make sure she heard that right.]

You want to know how spells work?

Well, yeah! Why not, right? Unless it's like, forbidden for me to know or some shit.

No. It's just kinda... [Dry. Complicated. Full of advanced theories that are hard to wrap your head around.

Dairine shakes her head and smiles.] Tell you what. Give me a sec, and I'll show you how it works.

Okay - I'll be here.

[and indeed he will, lounging back in his spinny desk chair, trying to teach himself to blow smoke rings.

trying.]

What room?

[First time visitor over here.]

[insert room number here! his room is less typical castle and much more typical teenager, with posters and Nora's art strewn all over the walls. most of the left wall is taken up by a counter top covered in radio equipment, CDs, wooden orange crates full of vinyl records, stacks of tapes, and various books and notebooks. there's a terrarium in one corner, near the window, and the other side of the room is gleefully messy. there's the suggestion of a bed under a riot of clothes and knick knacks.

and in the middle of it all is, as aforementioned, Mark.]

[Once Dairine is done with the spell she was working on, she heads on over, her little laptop in tow. She’s wearing that shirt he gave her along with some comfy sweatpants and slippers. (Yes, she is walking through the castle in slippers. Why not? It's indoors.)

There’s a knock at the door, before Dairine peeks her head in.] Hey, Mark! It's me.

Hey! [he grins and steps aside so she can let herself in] C'mon in! ... Shirt looks good on ya.

[Dairine grins back and steps into the room.] Thanks!

Nice place you’ve got here. [She says as she glances around the bedroom. It has nice, lived-in feel, despite the clutter. Or more likely because of the clutter. Some might dismiss it as messy and chaotic, but for Dairine it’s just one more thing that makes a room feel like home.]

Thanks! I figure, if my Mom could walk in here and say it doesn't look like a pigsty, I'm doin' something wrong. [he grins] So is this Magic 101?

[Dairine laughs.] No one’s ever neat enough for their parents. It's one of those universal rules.

[She looks around for a place to sit, and eventually settles on a empty spot on the floor, sitting down cross-legged with her computer on her lap.]

Something like that. [Dair has no intention of getting into the advanced physics or theories behind spells. Nooooo way. It'd just give her a headache.]

[he immediately scoots out of his chair and joins her on the floor]

Cool. ... So it's all done through your computer, yeah? I remember you mentioned a little about it when we had those fires ...

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