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Post by mintymintyminty on Apr 26, 2015 23:53:06 GMT -8
 God there is a lot of books here. What is up with this place and books? Your room is small, not meant for many. You may have to double up on desks, ha I'm kidding, triple up on desks. News papers do little business right now, radio isn't as popular. Once, the News/Radio team was in a much larger room but now all their books, papers and such had been condensed to one room. A relic of the old office is a giant world map, which covers a whole wall. Pins are placed on it and with them small pieces of paper with blurbs of story ideas or thoughts. Constantly running is an old radio. Heavier than a bolder, the radio was there when they moved in. It plays a soft, constant loop of old time-y music, the source of it is unknown to you. In a separate room, a much quieter room, right next to the main one, is the recording booth. It is still hooked up with technology from the 40s, no one has bothered to upgrade it since. Your Co-Hosts as of 2/25 are: |
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Post by stuffed-peppers on May 1, 2015 10:07:01 GMT -8
(OOC: What started as a happy accident for Salvia gradually turned into a newfound passion. Salvia came to realize her unexpected hobby of talking into a microphone as a different persona was a fun-tastic escape from the anxieties and troubles in her personal life. And if she was having fun, why not share that with others? After painfully struggling with how to use the old-fashioned controls, she branded her secret identity as "Tolo," a charming host who can freely communicate and reach out to the headquarters without having to directly confront anyone.
(For the first time in a long while, Salvia is at her happiest pursuing this job, and "Tolo" is determined to keep topics fresh and interesting for her audience to ponder about. Most of Tolo's topics are inspired by events within the Death HQ or during her time among the living, whether it's announcing special events, encouraging apprentices to do nice things for each other, or warning the HQ about the going-ons in the living world. Salvia is strict about keeping this job a secret as best as she could, as she'd like to keep her private life seperate and undisturbed.)
(For more details about Tolo, please see the Extra in Salvia's app!)
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Post by stuffed-peppers on May 1, 2015 11:23:23 GMT -8
Salvia hadn't felt curiousity since the first time she tested her mentality at Woodstock. For her to be remotely interested anymore, the subject would have to be very, very, very odd yet intriguing. So when she stared at the door to the Radio Room for several minutes, wondering who the hell uses radio anymore. Or listens to it. Personally there was nothing worth listening to on the radio in the room. So why this room still exists is a very, very, very odd yet intriguing mystery. Since no one was there to witness, she smuggled herself in, quite surprised that the room wasn't locked.
Piles of dust and a stuffy smell greeted her nose and throat. Salvia coughed, regretting the decision to close the door behind her. Rather than keeping it open and raising suspicion of her intrusion though, she clung the neck of her jacket to her mouth and proceeded to wade her way through the stacks of paper and books. Some of the stationery seemed to be yellowing or growing some kind of mold. (Can books do that?) She pictured how her roommate Sienna would react to this atrocious mess.
Salvia didn't bother to call out for anyone unless she saw them or vice versa. She didn't risk breathing in this poisonous cloud of dust, and swore she was leaving footprints on the rug. When was the last time someone cleaned this place? It's a toxic wasteland in here; will the roaches and silverfish evolve into massive lifeforms too? Salvia quickened her pace toward the huge window.
(This is how I imagine Salvia would stumble into the world of radio for the first time and learn this would be her jam; I'd love to continue how she came to that realization, but I think I'm going overboard with this. I'm not even sure who else is planning to be a radio host. Feel free to interrupt her shenanigans or let me know if I'm doing something wrong. ; v ; )
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Post by stuffed-peppers on May 19, 2015 19:35:48 GMT -8
[The normal hum of the static gently resonates in the room after the radio station is switched on. Your wait is not long as the static falls into a hush, and a warm voice gently emits from the speakers. You realize it is the same quirky host from the other week, yet this time something seemed . . . somber about this tone.]
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and everyone else in-between. This is your host Tolo, this is your bi-weekly broadcast, and we humbly offer you stories and news from the best of both worlds."
"First off, we solemnly apologize for the topic we bring you today. As many of you are aware, a recent cacophony had taken place during a private festival at the Flower Market in New York City. What was intended to be a wonderful evening masquerade was rearranged by its phonetics into a scorching madhouse of a massacre. From our understanding, the hidden hunters have committed a public expression of their opposition towards our community as apprentices. A violent outburst that clashed with the well-being of everyone there. As much loathing they might deserve for their actions, we cannot attract more hatred than they can muster. To hate an enemy, perhaps our former friends, would have us become like them. Remember that we are a stronger, more civilized community than they are."
"As it is known, we have lost several of our close companions in the process. They might be strangers, they might be friends, they may be rivals or foes to you, but all the same they were our comrades. Though we wish to forget about the flames of the event, we cannot forget the lives we lost and left behind in the ashes. The memories of their presence and contribution to both our worlds ought not to be forsaken. If you might spend a moment of honoring the lost lives, please kindly express it however you are able to. In addition, please treat the surviving and affected teams kindly and offer them the best of your support."
"Last but never least, we'd like to extend our best gratitude to our leaders Inkidortes and Fran, and the apprentices who aided them during the rout. We cannot thank you enough for protecting and guiding us throughout the disturbance. Please continue to respect the comrades who endured the burden to prolong our second chances."
"It goes without saying that from now on, we are all to proceed with extra precaution when we enter the living world. The shy shadows and hidden spaces between the corners may not be so timid after all. Remember that we are all still human. While we are unseen, we are not indestructible to chaos. Retain and build the trust you have with one another, for it is the best resource we can rely on to this day. In the meantime, we will continue to ascertain that this opposition will not turn into a war. There is no war unless you start one."
"In respect for our lost comrades, we will postpone the final naming of our radio station until the next time. Meanwhile, please continue to submit your suggestions, and send your best regards to the affected."
"Thank you for tuning in to tonight's session. We hope to hear from you again, as you will always hear from us. Rest easy, my friends. Rest well."
[The radio clicks quietly, ending the broadcast, and the usual static resumes.]
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Basically the Prompts:
- Your character and the aftermath
- Honor the lost lives or Frinkie and the apprentices who helped
- Please continue to submit name suggestions for the News Radio in the comments below
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