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Transmission: Somewhere in Zone 3

[It had seemed like a really good idea at the time, like 95% of Selfish ideas. Besides it was just a bit of cactus juice! And it had tasted delicious…

Except it probably was bad cactus juice and he recognizes that in the back of his mind. The very, very back of his mind that is.

Right now though, Selfish is more preoccupied with how pretty the clouds is, lying in the middle of Zone 3. At some point he’s managed to turn on his radio, his voice carrying over the static. What he’s saying actually doesn’t make a lot of sense, unless you spoke Japanese that is. The only thing that might be understandable is a somewhat high-pitched ‘nyaaaaaah’.]

OPEN TRANSMISSION/LOG: 6/24/12

khzhwfhkhwz--fter some... renovations, I figure it's high time to get back into business.

So hey! Ladies, gentlemen, killjoys and dracs, The Lucky Strike is ready for your credits! If you need junk, scrap, scrapped junk, or junked scrap, I've got it. Most likely. Just... be ready to do a little digging.

Come find me out in Zone 4 if you're in a buying mood. Or even just a chatting mood, I'm not picky. Don't see a whole lot of people out this far, besides. That's the Lucky Strike, in Zone 4. Just look for the big-ass neon clover and you're there.

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[Well, that probably went well. Storefront's all cleaned up... relatively, blaster is charged, water's on hand and the gate's open. Time to kick back and wait for customers.]

((OOC: Open to all, either via radio or in person!))

Action - Some Shady Bar, The Lobby

[The Lobby wasn't the best place for bars in Battery, but they were pretty cheap, so Ed has taken accustomed to visiting it on his nights off.

Which is exactly what he's doing this evening, sitting at the bar and rolling a bottle of beer between his hands. It was a bit of a rough week, but Zone Patrols generally were rough weeks. His right cheek is still stinging from where a 'joy had gotten lucky, but he thanks his lucky stars that the laser only singed his cheek.

Plus he could probably make up an elaborate story to tell people while it's healing. At least when his supervisors aren't in ear shot.

But that could wait until later, because right now the all the off-duty drac feels like doing is getting drunk.

He's happy the Lobby doesn't check IDs.]

CLOSED LOG - drop-off zone. [BACKDATED]

Who: Big Bad Wolf

triskeles and Canal Cat

nymeriarya
What: It's said that when one takes the black, you leave your family behind and get a whole new set. The same can be said for the Zones.
Where: Zone 3
When: June 14, 2020.

( turns out not where, but who you're with that really matters - and hurts not much when you're around. )

Action: Zone 2 - 6/12/20

[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...

ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴀᴅɪᴏ; ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴄᴀsᴛ 1

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. ]

TRANSMISSION 6/12/20

[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.

OPEN LOG: THE ANNIVERSARY

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. )