z_jay | [Audio | July 15th]

[Audio | July 15th]

Who: Jack Holden, Eugene Woods, and Luceti at large
What: A short radio broadcast
When: July 15th
Where: on air
Summary: Jack and Eugene do what they do best, present themselves derpily over the air
Rating: PG

[With a bit of shuffling, Eugene’s face finally looks satisfied with where the position of the journal is, eyes squinted to check and make certain it was definitely on broadcast. One side of his mouth quirked up in a grin, he sat back and cleared his throat]

Alright, looks like we’re off to a decent start so far as broadcasting-- Jack, how’s it look?

[Turns his attention from the journal to the side Jack’s on off-screen. He’ll be yanked over soon enough to join him, but really, what was most important was just the audio, not necessarily the video]

Sound wards up and running, tracks ready to play- I’d say we’re ready to go, Gene.

[Jack’s still a disembodied voice off-screen to start, but it’s a voice as clear as any expression, cheerful but focused, briskly intent on its goal. He shifts into the focus of the screen a moment later, settling in beside Eugene, face side-lit by the white-blue glow of a computer screen.]

Care to make introductions, my man?

Heh, it’s gonna be as good as it gets... alllright... Hello, everyone. I’m sure you’ve heard of one of us from somewhere or other but if you haven’t, then introductions are the best way to go... My name’s Eugene and this here’s Jack

- Jack Holden, apparently there are a few of us -

- right, Jack freaking Holden, and we are going to be presenting to whoever’s keen on tuning in... a radio broadcast-- why the hell am I so nervous?

I don’t know, Gene! [Jack rests his chin on one palm, as if answering the setup to a joke, grinning broadly.] Why are you so nervous?

Heh, shut up, you big dummy. Okay, back on topic... our line-up today is fairly straightforward. Introductions and some music and maybe a little more if time permits?

Absolutely! And, thanks to the wonders of journal technology, call-ins are simpler than ever. Respond to whichever bits you like if you have comments, or just leave us a message here if you’d like to make a request. We’ll do our best to meet your every musical whim- within the bounds of reason, of course.

Let’s start off with a song request from a good friend of ours, Mr. Sam Yao. This one’s for you, Sam.

[ooc: The long-awaited radio broadcast is here! Feel free to have people interact and submit requests, engage these two in their weird semi-career hobby thing! Simply indicate if you want to respond to Jack, Eugene, or both in the subject header. New and old CR encouraged!!]

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[Finding that which to say is easy enough for a man who rarely allows himself to be silent for long. Even alone he must fill the darkness with something, anything. With humming or a soft, pitiful laugh or with questions he throws like a shout into a yawning canyon, waiting in vain for something more than his own words echoing over and over in his mind.

What’s hardest is debating now whether or not he should keep his distance. A choice made harder yet with the bitter aftertaste June has left in his mouth.]

Ah… now what is it you call this? [He cocks his head, fingers thoughtfully smoothing up and down his breastbone and along the ridge of metal studs.] A déjà vu? …Deja vezut, I believe it would be, were the expression in my tongue. Although deja auzit’ would be far more appropriate.

[His tone is mild and avuncular as if Jack and Eugene were old friends and it’s tempting to think, in moments of self-delusion, that he doesn’t know why he torments himself like this.]

How long has it been since we spoke of music?

[Hearing that voice had Eugene’s hackles rising, out of a combination of several unpleasant emotions and he glances at Jack. The eye contact is brief before he motions to him to respond if he so desires, because he’s certainly not going to open up communication. Or foster it. If things were his way, he’d have sent this guy packing a while ago. Unpopular opinions be damned. But he wasn’t going to cage Jack, that was wrong and he wasn’t going to keep him from this. No matter how much he might like to.]

[That Isaac is the first to answer their post is offputting, to say the least. Anymore, Jack doesn’t know how he feels about the man, though terms like ‘wary’ and ‘disturbed’ definitely always figure into the feeling, even at it’s warmest. If there ever was a Jack Holden who could shrug away mortal terror or threats to loved ones that easily, the end of the world killed him, as surely as it killed so many others.

At the same time, though, so died the Jack Holden who could write anyone out of his life that way. Luceti is much like Abel, in that for better or for worse, they are all trapped together. They are not escaping Isaac, Isaac is not escaping them, and none of them are escaping Zev. So Jack takes a moment to exchange looks with Eugene, frowning stubbornly at that gesture of permission, before taking the journal for himself.]

More than a little while, and I think I liked the second go-round better anyway. Do you still like Billy Idol, by any chance?

Edited 2013-07-17 03:55 (UTC)

[While awaiting an answer he glances between them, wearing a gentle, patient smile that seems to politely feign oblivion at one moment, and the next, deepen almost slyly with an awareness of an effect his presence is no doubt having. Silences and nuances in body language have a meaning and an honesty to them that a deluge of words can’t always reach.]

There you are. [He says when Jack takes the journal.] I’m afraid I know not who this Billy Idol is beyond the fact that I seem to have fancied him when the Malnosso thought to change me into something more… [There's a pause as if to encourage either one of the radio boys to supply a word or two.]

…charming. [He laughs.]

But should he ever appear among us, would you kindly direct him to me? Perhaps then I might be better able to tell you whether I like him or not after sharing the night.

[Dangerous or not, mad or not, Isaac can be funny - and Jack catches himself snorting into his hand with that quip, smirking.]

Yeah, all right. I'm sure that's the first thing I'll think to do if Billy Idol himself comes to Luceti. What sort of music do you want, then?

Ah, you are too kind. Now what ever would I do without you~?

[There's almost a tinge of fondness to his smile. It's always a pleasure when someone can appreciate his sense of humour.]

My knowledge of music is limited, I admit. Such as it is... I ask that you play me something you believe might be to my tastes. ...I trust that you shall choose well, Jack.

If I give you a piece of music, would you play it?

[Don't mind Jack, just scribbling in his partner's journal.]

Provided it's not hideously obscene, I'm sure we could. -J

It is a piece of dance music.

[It's not even an issue, they share everything else, why not journals]

...If we play it will you be dancing to it?

Not today.

Consider it a favor.

[Raises both his brows and gives Jack an inquisitive look before shrugging] I don’t see why we couldn’t provide... Any objections, Jack?

[Oh look, Jack found his own journal! ~~It was under the laundry hamper.~~]

Not at all. How would you like to send the song, Loki?

What would be easiest for you to use? I can play it by my normal magical means, but I can record it in a crystal, for example.

If you'd like to come in to the sound-proof booth we've set up for ourselves here in the house, you can play it yourself. Otherwise, I suppose we can figure out how one plays back a crystal.

(By the way, I cannot believe I just wrote that sentence. The things you make me do, Loki.)

I will make a crystal for you.

To have the song play, use the word sorg. It will play only once.

Check your doorstep in five minutes.

[At his house, he finds a suitable crystal and begins to work on it. The spell is simple enough, since it's just a temporary bit of magic. The song he puts into it is the one he played for Jane at the Christmas Ball. Not something anyone but him or her would recognize, and she is now gone.

It is a way for him to say goodbye, for all the world to see and none of them to know.]

I wish to bring to your attention that Sam has a horrible taste in melodies. :-(

Edited 2013-07-16 18:31 (UTC)

[Spluttering a little, he quickly comes to Sam’s defense, a laugh on his voice and a grin on his face] Now just a moment, here! Sam is a fairly good judge of quality-- wait, is this Eurovision?

Germany, yeah. [He chuffs a laugh] More importantly, it’s a cute girl singing pop music, so Sam’s doomed to love it.

[Chuckles and tries to find a way to help Sam save face but... nah. He was doomed, Jack was right] Sorry, Sam, I did try to come to your defense but...

-not much defence to be had, is there.

[Loki is chuckling at the broadcast, quite amused, actually.]

Am I allowed to request a melody as well? So that the rest of the village will soon forget about Sam's gross taste in music?

Everyone is welcome to offer their own personal requests and tastes, and also dedications. But don’t be too harsh on Sam, listeners, this isn’t a bash-request radio. All heckling is done is done with affectionate charm, right, Jack?

[Namely, the point of a radio show was to engage and get people listening and calling, not to shoot down the last guy’s musical preference, and he didn’t want to give that impression on their first broadcast. Also probably why he was a little nervous.]

Or everyone is welcome to devolve into fierce arguments. I imagine that makes for good radio too. [He grins deviously at his cohost.] What do you say, listeners? Who liked Sam’s choice? Personally, I found it catchy.

Edited 2013-07-25 00:06 (UTC)

Oh, no, no, no, no. I do not wish to bash request anyone! I would not dare! At least it is not old people music. Saori likes old people music. Perhaps I shall request old people music for her.

That is what friends do, you see? Request old people music.

[He's referring to old rock songs sung by old men in tight leather pants.]

This listener wishes to state his opinion by saying the melody chosen by Sam has not been sufficient.

Well, didn't realise you guys were quite so into Europop. How about something a bit more rock and roll next time?

A bit more rock and roll... I think we can handle that. Feeling a little left out, my North American brethren?

Now what is that supposed to mean?

What do you mean what is that supposed to mean? The Eurovision stuff always leaves the cool kids out. Okay, not all the cool kids, but you all get to have this rockin’ party and leave me and the other non-europeans out of it? Shame... But, right... rock and roll requests... How about something classic?

Wonderful idea, Eugene. How about some nice, solid, classic rock.

Absolutely. I am just sobbing about being left out of this party.

Classic would be good, yeah. They're classic for a reason.

Well, with that sort of a response I'm inclined to play a song just for that theme.

[Jack looks at the screen of Eugene’s computer, then groans, looking at him disbelievingly.]

You wouldn’t.

I am.

[Classic rock just got bumped in favor of a laugh, and a track begins to play]

[Once it's drawn to a close, Eugene's comes back on, smirk evident in his voice as he’s clearing his throat]

And now with that brief interlude out of the way... Here's what you thought you were asking for.

I can’t believe you actually played that.

[Here Clint, have a better track than Eugene's country western abominations.]

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[Sam can't help but smile when he hears the broadcast. Nice as this place is, with it's unending hot water and fresh food, and lack of the shambling (or running) undead, this is something familiar and comforting.]

It's really good to hear you guys on air again.

[Grins a bit and types a bit on the laptop they’re using to play the music, bringing up the recorded interview he’d had with Sam earlier] It’ll be even better once we get this up and running on a more permanent basis. Ready to hear yourself, Sam?

[Jack mumbles from half-offscreen with a grin, scribbling in his journal] If he’s going to start feeling self-conscious on the air he’s picked an awful time for it. Do you mind if I start a new thread for the requests and interviews and such?

Not at all, my man. Though I can say our clerical skills have improved at least? So threading should be pretty user-friendly.

I think I can manage. I always wanted to be on the radio. [Kind of his dream and then the apocalypse had happened and he'd actually managed to live it. In a weird twisted and messed up way.]

Well, it's not like Janine's here to complain about the state of the comms room.

[Jack lifts his eyebrows eloquently, finishing jotting something into his own journal and looking back at Eugene’s.] It is nice to be working at a desk that doesn’t reek of marmite, I’ll give you that . . .

Hey, be nice-- yeah, okay, it’s true. A little overzealous with the marmite, Sam. But we love you despite your shortcomings. That and I think Janine complains to show she cares. [He felt a brief pang of missing her-- and it wasn’t so brief, just... deep. Sure she could be overbearing, but she did care, and if they were missing, she’d worry]

[Fortunately, Jack seems to be temporarily immune to such tender sentiments, snickering remorselessly] Cares about her comms shack not smelling even more like feet.

Oi! That was one time because the jar broke. I have a highly organised system in place. Everything's organised, she just doesn't understand my system.

[He huffs softly, but he feels a similar pang. Janine has always been such a constant. He's glad that he ended up at Abel because of her and having her not be around is kind of weird.]

You two are heathens! How can you not like Marmite? It's so tasty.

Trust me, Sam. Smelling like feet is way better than smelling like unwashed weightlifter's gym shorts. [Nudges Jack with a slightly devious snicker, meaning to egg him on because Jack was the self-proclaimed stinky one.]

But ahem, I do have your interview ready to go after this next song. Jack?

[Jack gestures allowingly at the journal and Eugene’s laptop, face drawn into a dry yes-yes-very-funny sort of smirk.]

After you, Ira Glass. Don’t let one stinky ruffian stand in the way of journalism.

You've never had to sit in on a Runner's debrief meeting.

[He laughs softly, and it's nice to have their banter to listen to again. The airwaves have been kind of empty recently, because the idiots from New Canton just don't match up.]

I quite liked his 'This Zombie Life' segment actually.

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MUSIC-LOVERS LOOK HERE

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[There's also an accompanying video to the response, Jack at his journal and grinning away.]

Hope that caught your attention! Now that we have requests coming in, we'll be rolling out songs here, and slipping in a bit of radio magic to go along with them.

All right! Our first request goes out to Clint Barton, who would like to hear a bit of classic rock. As for a certain colonial heathen in the booth - well. Let’s just let the lyrics speak for themselves, shall we?

Colonial heathen?, what is this the 20th century? Just play the music, you doofus.

[What follows is the full audio of the show’s first call-in request, courtesy of The Rolling Stones.]

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And now with that brief interlude out of the way... Here's what you thought you were asking for.

I can’t believe you actually played that.

[Here Clint, have a better track than Eugene's country western abominations.]

Edited 2013-07-25 00:14 (UTC)

[After receiving the crystal and sorting out where to place it before speaking the catalyst word, Eugene leans over to smile at his journal]

This one’s an anonymous request. To whoever requested this-- you know who you are, listen and enjoy!

Yeah- enjoy, listeners.

[There’s a soft noise of something hard being set down, followed by the murmur of Jack’s voice (_sorg he says, quick and soft) before a lively reel full of flutes and lyres and drums springs to life.]

Well, I thought about requesting 'Stay' by Shakespear's Sister, but on second thought, the chorus would probably get me lynched.

Space Oddity by Bowie? Please tell me you have that in your world on your crazy music technology.

[Giving Jack a grin, Eugene leaned over to see if they had a selection of Bowie’s hits. He was fairly certain that they did, on account of Bowie being fairly popular between the two of them. Or maybe that was before Jack’s time?]

I’ll defer to my other half in this instance.

[Jack grins, already looking up the song.]

Come on, Max, what sort of station would Radio Abel be without David Bowie? Though I’m not sure what this ‘Shakespeare’s Sister’ stuff is all about. Please tell me that it isn’t a literal faerie thing.

I don't know. You guys also said that The Ring is a horror movie so what am I supposed to think?

No, it's a duo. Nothing magical. Not really related to Shakespeare, but the chorus is 'hope and pray you make it safe back to your own world' so you understand my trepidation.

[Simon's amused face appears in the journal, grinning ear to ear, because damn, its good to hear them on the radio again, even if its here. Maybe especially because it's here.

...Not that he won't give them a hard time anyway.]

What, no ABBA yet?

[Eugene can be heard ducking away from his screen, whispering in rushed tones to Jack a very incredulous Jack, do we even have ABBA?]

We will definitely look into it, but you know... Sam was first, and all.

[And hey, at least it wasn’t Hanson or something like that. By all accounts, ABBA was a welcome choice]

Oh, no you don’t.

[Jack, only half in the screen, gives Eugene a skeptical, reproachful look, arms crossed.]

[Both brows raised in the other half of the screen, he gives Jack a curious look, not exactly pulling off the innocence to go along with it.] What?

Don’t think I can’t see what you’re doing!

And what am I doing? A request is a request, my man.

You are trying to reveal music in my iPod that you can make fun of on-air.

[Cue stage-gasping, his grin widening slightly as Jack was spot on] Noooo, I would never... yeah, alright. But it’s for the good of the show, Jack...

[Simon's snickering at that.] I fully encourage mocking Jack's taste in music. What embarrassing secrets does he have hidden on there? Now I'm curious.

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