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milliways_bar2018-10-24 09:49 pm
holdingacat) wrote in milliways_bar2018-10-24 09:49 pm
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There's a faint crackling overhead, the sound of a self-rigged sound board patching into the bar's sound system. And them comes a voice - a deep voice, a confident voice, a comforting voice as the fall day darkens early into night.
"Being honest with yourself is exercise. Being dishonest with yourself is artistry. Knowing the difference is unnecessary. Welcome, to Milliways Pirate Radio."
"Life is settling down here at the crossroads of the multiverse, the danger of weeks ago passed and gone. New faces have been seen around the bar. As of yet, they are unmolested... you know, it's so weird we don't greet people by pointing in a friendly manner and shouting 'Interloper!' at them. Let me tell you, it is a great way to build a community, sooooo... next time you see a stranger, think about this. Think about how to welcome these strangers into our little community. After all, once we too were strangers."
There is a faint ruffle of crisp paper over the airwaves.
"Here's a bit of news, listeners: Evidently someone out there is looking for a roommate. Or rather, a hanger-mate. According to this note I found pinned to my door by a rusty, ancient, wide-bladed knife this morning, Sahaal - you know, the space marine? He has some extra room down in the garage and is just looking for a pal to share it with. Let's see... must be good with explosives, since odds are good you might trip over one. According to the runes carved on my door around the note, if you're interested, you should approach him at a quarter 'til eleven, and tell him this has something to do with Pete Yorn and Johnathan Coulton. Whoever they are. Best of luck!"
"Now, dear listeners, let us turn to the Community Calendar. Friday is 'Take Your Spider To Work Day', in an effort to decrease delinquency rates among the spiders in our community. Saturday is double-booked, please manage your expectations accordingly. Monday is not responsible for your lack of preparation for your professional lives, and is hurt by your insults. You should probably buy it some flowers. Wednesday night is for... reunions, of a certain quantity. Thursday... well, all I have here is 'Wardrobe Malfunction' so... that should be exciting!"
"Here's some news, listeners: Graverobber has told me that he has supply on hand - just... lots of supply on hand, everywhere. It's getting to be a real hazard. And by supply, of course, he means drugs. So support your local pharmacy today!" He chirps, as paper rustles again in the background.
"It has been brought to my attention that it is harvest time around here, and there's even a spot to share your riches, if you feel so inclined. I'll have to see if I can get some of Night Vale's own imaginary corn. John Peters, you know, the farmer? He had a bumper crop this year. Carlos... sweet, lovely, delicate-skinned Carlos, the intrepid scientist who has been doing his best to understand just what is happening in my little town, he has been studying the corn intently lately. I'm still not sure why? But... I'm sure it's just scientifically fascinating. Have I mentioned I'm meeting him for coffee tomorrow? Carlos, that is. Not John Peters... you know. The farmer? Yeah. Not him.
I can't believe Carlos called me!!"
"And now a word from our sponsor. Planning a trip? Planning a trip somewhere dangerous? Planning a trip somewhere dangerous to overthrow a government?
Have you called Sahaal? You know, the space marine? It turns out the peaceful life isn't for him, and he'd be happy to be just the hired muscle you were dreaming of. And if something else blossoms in that time together... well, dear listener, life is full of surprises. Like this tape I got in the mail. Did you know we got mail here? Weird, right?
This has been brought to you by: Staples. That Was Easy."
And now, dear listeners, I leave you with a list of things: Hands, touching. Hands, reaching. Hands, empty. A laugh, when there should be tears. Tears, when there should be laughter. The silence of an empty room. The silence of a full room. The silence of a room that isn't quite as empty as you thought. The dark before dawn. The glow before sunset. The crunch of a fresh apple. The crunch of fall leaves. The crunch of a lego stepped on in the small dark hours of the morning."
"And now I leave you to float gently off into that night that has surrounded us. And if you see a stranger, don't forget to make them feel welcome, dear listeners. And as always... Goodnight, Milliways. Goodnight."
Then suddenly there's a soft thump of Cecil disconnecting from the bar's system.
(OOC: As before, this broadcast is 100% optional, as the bar is weird and dimensions change and time is weirder so... enjoy! Or avoid, whichever works better for you. :D)
"Being honest with yourself is exercise. Being dishonest with yourself is artistry. Knowing the difference is unnecessary. Welcome, to Milliways Pirate Radio."
"Life is settling down here at the crossroads of the multiverse, the danger of weeks ago passed and gone. New faces have been seen around the bar. As of yet, they are unmolested... you know, it's so weird we don't greet people by pointing in a friendly manner and shouting 'Interloper!' at them. Let me tell you, it is a great way to build a community, sooooo... next time you see a stranger, think about this. Think about how to welcome these strangers into our little community. After all, once we too were strangers."
There is a faint ruffle of crisp paper over the airwaves.
"Here's a bit of news, listeners: Evidently someone out there is looking for a roommate. Or rather, a hanger-mate. According to this note I found pinned to my door by a rusty, ancient, wide-bladed knife this morning, Sahaal - you know, the space marine? He has some extra room down in the garage and is just looking for a pal to share it with. Let's see... must be good with explosives, since odds are good you might trip over one. According to the runes carved on my door around the note, if you're interested, you should approach him at a quarter 'til eleven, and tell him this has something to do with Pete Yorn and Johnathan Coulton. Whoever they are. Best of luck!"
"Now, dear listeners, let us turn to the Community Calendar. Friday is 'Take Your Spider To Work Day', in an effort to decrease delinquency rates among the spiders in our community. Saturday is double-booked, please manage your expectations accordingly. Monday is not responsible for your lack of preparation for your professional lives, and is hurt by your insults. You should probably buy it some flowers. Wednesday night is for... reunions, of a certain quantity. Thursday... well, all I have here is 'Wardrobe Malfunction' so... that should be exciting!"
"Here's some news, listeners: Graverobber has told me that he has supply on hand - just... lots of supply on hand, everywhere. It's getting to be a real hazard. And by supply, of course, he means drugs. So support your local pharmacy today!" He chirps, as paper rustles again in the background.
"It has been brought to my attention that it is harvest time around here, and there's even a spot to share your riches, if you feel so inclined. I'll have to see if I can get some of Night Vale's own imaginary corn. John Peters, you know, the farmer? He had a bumper crop this year. Carlos... sweet, lovely, delicate-skinned Carlos, the intrepid scientist who has been doing his best to understand just what is happening in my little town, he has been studying the corn intently lately. I'm still not sure why? But... I'm sure it's just scientifically fascinating. Have I mentioned I'm meeting him for coffee tomorrow? Carlos, that is. Not John Peters... you know. The farmer? Yeah. Not him.
I can't believe Carlos called me!!"
"And now a word from our sponsor. Planning a trip? Planning a trip somewhere dangerous? Planning a trip somewhere dangerous to overthrow a government?
Have you called Sahaal? You know, the space marine? It turns out the peaceful life isn't for him, and he'd be happy to be just the hired muscle you were dreaming of. And if something else blossoms in that time together... well, dear listener, life is full of surprises. Like this tape I got in the mail. Did you know we got mail here? Weird, right?
This has been brought to you by: Staples. That Was Easy."
And now, dear listeners, I leave you with a list of things: Hands, touching. Hands, reaching. Hands, empty. A laugh, when there should be tears. Tears, when there should be laughter. The silence of an empty room. The silence of a full room. The silence of a room that isn't quite as empty as you thought. The dark before dawn. The glow before sunset. The crunch of a fresh apple. The crunch of fall leaves. The crunch of a lego stepped on in the small dark hours of the morning."
"And now I leave you to float gently off into that night that has surrounded us. And if you see a stranger, don't forget to make them feel welcome, dear listeners. And as always... Goodnight, Milliways. Goodnight."
Then suddenly there's a soft thump of Cecil disconnecting from the bar's system.
(OOC: As before, this broadcast is 100% optional, as the bar is weird and dimensions change and time is weirder so... enjoy! Or avoid, whichever works better for you. :D)
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