OPEN LOG: THE ANNIVERSARY

[betterliving]

Who: Open to the community.
What: A festival dedicated to the memory of the Fabulous Killjoys.
Where: Hyper Thrust, Zone 6.
When: June 12, 2020.

( Stop your crying, helpless feeling. Dry your eyes and start believing. There's one thing they'll never take from you. )

TRANSMISSION 6/12/20

[nymeriarya]

[There's radio silence at first on Canal Cat's line, and then static. Anyone listening will hear loud, crunching steps on the ground and the pattering of acid rain on metal.

A small voice rings through the radio with very little distortion - though it's clear to anyone listening that the speaker's hiding inside something.]

They've said it's important to stay in a group and keep my mask on. I don't think I can do the first bit anymore.

[It's clear the speaker's having a hard time keeping it together - though if it's from crying or running so hard she can't keep her breath in her lungs is hard to say.]

If you're not ghosts, I want to hear you.

ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴀᴅɪᴏ; ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴄᴀsᴛ 1

[mediary]

Good morning, 'joys and boys, this is your favorite deejay-slash-local nerd-slash-informant, Red Hood, proudly presenting yet another broadcast from WKIL-109 FMX. Been a while, I know you all missed me to bits and pieces!

For anyone listening, the weather sucks, and that's the closest you're getting to a forecast, because I'm not a meteorologist and that's not my job. [ You can practically hear the grin in his voice as Red Hood slides across his broadcasting setup, tapping away at some sort of machine--either to play tracks, or to do something else entirely. This is becoming a weekly thing, and his position as, literally, shock jockey, is one that Red's attached to, dangerous or not. ]

What is actually my job is to play some ridiculously shiny tunes for you guys while you're off triumphing over evil, which I'll get to in a minute, after we talk about the other kinds of tracks on the radio. 

I'm taking all callers for the next two hours. Update me on your position, and I'll update you on who's on your back. Keep safe out there, because if you're surviving acid rain, might as well survive being a revolutionary. I'm keeping an eye out for the Big Bad Wolf--this is Red Hood, over and out. Let's get this thing rolling. 

[With that said, he turns up a loud song and sits back, radio mic resting on his chest, feet kicked up on the desk. ]

Action: Zone 2 - 6/12/20

[demosthenesrises]

[This was suppose to be a simple supply run - even if Demosthene wasn't incredibly fond of the shady dealings they had to resort too. It was supposed to be simple.

Except he'd lost Casanova in the colorful crowd of killjoys that had come to the makeshift tent market to buy and trade their goods. 

So what had started out as a simple supply run had now turned into trying to locate his friend, which was putting Demosthenes in a fairly sour mood. Honestly, he had turned his head for a second to exchange carbons for Power Pup and-]

I should put a bell on him...