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. ]

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[nymeriarya]

[She's managed to hide out in the metal head for long enough without a Draculoid finding her yet, and she pulls the radio close to her chest, speaking quietly. Hopefully the metallic sounds won't give her away too much.]

I'm called Canal Cat. In...

[Where was the Nest again? She had to think hard, her mind was clouding.]

Zone 3.

[triskeles]

[ Dangerous but admirable, in its way. The broadcasters in the Zones are invaluable, as far as he's concerned, even if he doesn't really talk to them that often.

But the Big Bad Wolf isn't exactly one to ignore being namedropped on a free range broadcast, intentional or otherwise, even if he has to roll his eyes at it. Turning his receiver over in his hands for a moment, he reaches up with one to tug down his bandana from his mouth, speaking in a dry rumble. ]

Definitely stick to your day job.

[killjoy_psycho_therapist]

[There's a snort the moment Red Hood picks up his transmission followed by a distorted voice.]

You call that shiny? Shit man you and me should have a chat about music.

Anyways, not why I called. Dracs're going to be patrolling Zone 2.

[reselling]

[Eh, it's been a slow day, but some surveillance wouldn't be a bad idea.]

Hey, Red Hood. Cash 'N' Carry, out by the giant-ass neon clover in Zone 4. Just wondering if there are any... unsavory types I should be watching out for.