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Is it a prison break or a call for help? We're too quick to judge don't you think, the 'suspect' hasn't even been charged yet and we're already getting the pitch forks out. Whatever happened to innocent till proven guilty? I guess that's for our Wardenship to decide. Little girl lost and alone, come out wherever you are, there's at least one person willing to hear your side of the story.

If you've always wanted to meet your maker I guess today is your chance. Christ it sure as hell explains the proportion of Asians and pretty people in the City doesn't it? But they're collectors too; don't let any of them fool you.

And an obituary's in order:
Lady
Died in her teens, or that's how it looks.
First Class with a gun and a short skirt. Friend to many in the City, either by choice or circumstance.
Cause of death, well who the hell knows but she beat the twenty-four hour clock.
Congratulations.

[Cutting into the feed.]

Alive and well but down for the count? Who the fuck are you paying to do this research--

[Scrrrtch.]

We interrupt this concert to bring you breaking news:

Father Abel Nightroad is dead. Father Abel Nightroad remains dead. And we have killed him.

Today's Playlist:
One Nana, member of Blast, playing live from the Square

[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 ♥]

//after the show//

Date: 2008-03-03 07:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] playstheblues.livejournal.com
I don't know. You'll have to ask him.

//after the show//

Date: 2008-03-03 07:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bitingnightmare.livejournal.com
I'll ask if he can dance too. But would you mind?

//after the show//

Date: 2008-03-03 07:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] playstheblues.livejournal.com
No. You can dance with Mowgli.

//after the show//

Date: 2008-03-03 07:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] playstheblues.livejournal.com
Okay.

[gets down and heads up to the room]

Bed?

//after the show//

Date: 2008-03-03 07:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bitingnightmare.livejournal.com
[Running the faucet to fill the bowls in the sink first, then following.]

All right.

[Pat to his bum.]

//after the show//

Date: 2008-03-03 08:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] playstheblues.livejournal.com
[strips and jumps into the bed, curling up under the thick covers]

//after the show//

Date: 2008-03-03 08:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bitingnightmare.livejournal.com
[Less plucky but equally enthusiastic! Stripping down to climb into bed.]

Have you noticed it's finished?

[Stylized birds and sheep.]

//after the show//

Date: 2008-03-03 08:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] playstheblues.livejournal.com
This morning. It's fantastic.

[pulls Cori into his arms, forehead to forehead]

//after the show//

Date: 2008-03-03 08:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bitingnightmare.livejournal.com
[Chin up to kiss!]

Good. Just wait till I start working on the next room.

//after the show//

Date: 2008-03-03 08:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bitingnightmare.livejournal.com
[Curling up to get comfortable.]

Night, Almond Joy.

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