Episode 5: Oct. 30, 1938

[teetheyes]

("LA CUMPARSITA" STARTS PLAYING, THEN QUICKLY FADES OUT)

ANNOUNCER TWO:
Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt our program of dance music to bring you a special bulletin from the Intercontinental Radio News.

At twenty minutes before eight, central time, Professor Farrell of the Mount Jennings Observatory, Chicago, Illinois, reports observing several explosions of incandescent gas, occurring at regular intervals on the planet Mars. The spectroscope indicates the gas to be hydrogen and moving towards the earth with enormous velocity.

Professor Pierson of the Observatory at Princeton confirms Farrell's observation, and describes the phenomenon as, quote, "like a jet of blue flame shot from a gun," unquote.

We now return you to the music of Ramón Raquello, playing for you in the Meridian Room of the Park Plaza Hotel, situated in downtown New York.

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All right, that was expected. I couldn't help coupling nazi propaganda with a little of what went on stateside. Funny story isn't it? H.G. Wells couldn't even begin to imagine how close to home he's hitting right now. If that parallel doesn't grab you, there's always this.

Run to the fucking shelters while you still can and get ready to start pumping canned foods into your diet. It's going to be an ugly fight.

Until then, I've got tunes for you on the chain gang.

Today's Playlist:
"Lili Marleen" Marlene Dietrich
"Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy" The Andrews Sisters
"That'll Be the Day" Buddy Holly
"Working In The Coal Mine" Lee Dorsey
"I Fought the Law" The Bobby Fuller Four
"Die Fahne Hoch" Horst Wessel
"Faust Overture" Richard Wagner

[ooc: Mod-approved! Songs are played between bits of dialogue. As far as the radio host is concerned, Cori's speaking anonymously and that applies to the written transcriptions on his LJ. It's just easier and more efficient to put them here instead of creating a 'ghost' account. So please consider Radio Entries as anonymous and any spam here will be answered by anonymous. Thanks guys ♥]

Comments

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Mrrr....

[blinks]

Cori?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Standing at the bedside, bag of gumdrops in his hand.]

Yeah it's me.

[Toss one into his mouth!]

Got tired huh?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[yawwwwwn]

I didn't sleep at all last night. Fly made me promise...and to eat, too.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Considering how you've taken it on yourself to be the hero of the hour? I'm in complete agreement.

[Sitting next to him.]

Did you eat?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[head in Cori's lap]

Do gumdrops count?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Stroke to Blue's hair.]

No. I'll make you something. What do you want?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[murmurs into Cori's leg]

Hot dogs like the ones I used to get on 59th. With pickles and sauerkraut. No ketchup.

Four. No. Five. Please?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

That's a lot of crap to be putting into your system this close to a fight. But okay.

[Careful lift of Blue's head to get up and head over to the small kitchen.]

You're lucky I have some, still eight buns to a pack though.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[streeeetch]

If I die, I want the food in my body to be what I want.

[sit up]

God. I forgot how tiring dealing with non-military civilians can be.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

This would be your last meal?

[Open package, hmm pickles and ketchup...]

No sauerkraut, sorry.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[stands up, boxers only!]

I don't know. Probably not.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Noting the boxers-only approach.]

Good. I doubt you have a reason to request a last meal.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[chuu!]

Eating just hasn't been priority number one. Consider it comfort food.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Cook cook, grilling because Blue is worth more than microwaving.]

Thanks.

[Chu back.]

Are you going to need a shitload of coffee too?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Probably not. I'll try and sleep some tonight.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Slicing pickles.]

If you don't get sick from this first.

[Tossing the first dog with pickles and ketchup onto a bun.]

How's the barricade business?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

My stomach can take it.

[scratches his head]

It's going. I never thought people could be so eager to show each other up.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You haven't been in this city long enough.

[Second hot dog ready, he puts both on a plate for Blue.]

Here.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[stuff face]

Obvioushry.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Watching.]

I see where you get it.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[looks up, chipmunk cheeks]

Huh?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Nothing.

[Putting the next pair together.]

Any word on what I get to do?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[swallow]

I don't know. Mr. Styles said something about needing to talk to you about a project?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I meant what I get to do for you.

[Putting the next two on his plate.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[pick up, chewchew, swallow]

Have my back?