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wasteyard2019-06-25 11:35 am
snikthatch) wrote in wasteyard2019-06-25 11:35 am
Bub FM: first broadcast
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..
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..
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"Oh. The bombs? You just find some fertilizer and some other crap," she says. "Stuff that'll explode. Put nails and crap inside. Y'know..." Her eyes drift closed again.
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"Yeah? And where the hell did you find fertilizer?"
He stands up as he talks, walking around the fire until he can drop down onto the concrete beside her, as if just taking his normal place at her side. Maybe he's a little closer than usual, but maybe that's just how it is.
"You got any food in that pack of yours?"