Bub FM: first broadcast

[snikthatch]

WHO: Logan & anyone who hears his dulcet tones
WHAT: broadcast
WHERE: a snowed-in shack with a bunch of radios in it and wherever the heck you are
WHEN: during the event, probably before he's actually reached the labyrinth

[ There's a squirt of static and a second or two of some warbling jazz music, then Logan fades in, already halfway through a word. ]

-- one out there? Goddamn thing's probably broken. [ A thud, like someone just hit something with their fist. ] Hello? Am I alone here? Anyone still alive in this fuckin' blizzard? Ruth -- you out there, kid?

[ Those with decent hearing or a particularly good connection might catch the sound of someone taking a drink from a glass bottle. ]

I swear, if this is another goddamn.. Arcade thing, or Apocalypse, or Mastermind or Sinister or any of you freaks, I'm gonna come find you and stick my claws down your goddamn throat and keep goin' until I reach the ground. I'm done havin' my mind messed with. I'll cut my way outta here if I have to.

[ There's a crashing noise like someone just knocked a whole bunch of stuff over; then, more distantly, as if he's moved away from the mic and accompanied by more sloshing noises: ]

Least I can.. get drunk here..

Comments

[decisiveconquest]

(Hearing a voice - any voice - is good. Daenerys jumps at the chance, clutching her ASUS in shivering hands.)

N-No, this is...

I don't know what this is, but I think it's best if you don't get drunk.

[snikthatch]

See, I'm pretty sure this is a perfect time to get drunk. Been a while since I could. [ He clears his throat. ] Don't recognise your voice, so you ain't one of my memories comin' to haunt me. I don't think.

[decisiveconquest]

What if you can't escape an oncoming flood because you are too inebriated? (Daenerys isn't comfortable with the radios. To her, even when she hears her own voice, it's witchcraft. So maybe she expects them to malfunction rather than prove extremely useful.)

I don't know you either if that is of any comfort. My name is Daenerys.

[snikthatch]

Daenerys? [ He actually does a good job with the pronunciation. ] Nice name.

As for the flood, darlin', I've done much harder things while inebriated, trust me. I'm the last think you oughta be worryin' about.

[decisiveconquest]

This is the part where you tell me your name.

(She left out all the titles. He would have had fun pronouncing them.)

I can't remember going through anything that prepared me for this. Your...world...must be difficult.

(In very odd ways.)

[sorrypardonyesthankyou]

No, pardon. I'm inside.

[Is it a joke or not? You decide.]

[snikthatch]

No, I meant -- I didn't mean that. You're ok?

[sorrypardonyesthankyou]

I know.

[Sorry, Logan. She's feeling Inscrutable, maybe.]

I'm in front of a mirror. Thank you. Are you?

[snikthatch]

What are you doin' in front of a mirror?

[ascocarp]

[Ellie loves the radios. There's no typing.]

Hoooly shit, you're stuck in the snow? Where are you?

[snikthatch]

No, I'm in a.. [ His voice moves away. There are distant sounds of furniture being moved, possibly knocked over, then he comes back. ] Looks like the office in the back of a store. There's a desk, some lockers. Alcohol. Lotta.. uh. Looks like newspapers, but they're all blank. There's snow on the floor though. Think it's comin' in a hole in the roof.

[ascocarp]

Well, that's helpful.

Start a frickin' fire or something. You know how to do that, right?

[snikthatch]

I don't need a fire.

[badassassin]

You're drinking the alcohol. [To the point. Athena's tone is cold and flat, one that brooks no argument.]

We have a wounded man among our number who could use that. Stop drinking and collect it instead.

[snikthatch]

You mean the tall drink o' water with the axe wound? Yeah, he'll be fine. Besides, how do you think we're supposed to collect stuff when this place is changin' around us every five seconds?

[badassassin]

Try with your hands.

[snikthatch]

Yeah? And who're you to tell me what I oughta be doin'?

[ragnarsson]

[Claws? Is this that monster man he'd met earlier? The voice that comes through might sound familiar, though now at least they can understand each other. Rather then commenting on their little tussle, because really, he wasn't going to hold that against him, he asks:]

Quite a temper on you. That'll get you into trouble. [A pause] How do you know Ruth?

[snikthatch]

[ Hmm, sounds kind of familiar. ]

She was my student for a while. As for my temper.. you ain't gotta worry about that, bub. Unless you get on my wrong side.

[ragnarsson]

Student? What do you teach? Ways to kill people?

[Is he serious with that question? Quite possibly.]

I already survived that once, so I think I'm alright.

[snikthatch]

Somethin' like that. [ Sounds of him taking a swig from the bottle of booze and setting it down again. ]

So you are the kid with the axe? Hnn. Sounded a lot more.. incomprehensible before.

[skaa]

Getting drunk doesn't really seem like a good idea. ( there do seem to be random threats here.... )

[snikthatch]

Lotta things around here don't seem like a good idea, darlin'. I'm just skippin' ahead a little.

[skaa]

( she;s not sure how she feels about being called "darlin'"

but the logic doesn't seem entirely unsound. )

Can you still claw decently if you're drunk?

[snikthatch]

[ She can probably hear the grin. ]

Always.