Radio greetings~.

[Stellar Synesthesia]

*Giggling can be heard behind static.*

*The signal adjusts, clearing up*

Good morning Killjoys~! It's evening, I know, but it's always morning if the sun is shining.

Sunset is my favorite time of day; the sky grows dark and the air cools off just a bit. It rather reminds me of Venus, this desert heat. It gets so hot I sometimes imagine cold flashes, like when a person is burned alive. It first is very hot, and then it gets very, very cold...Hahaha.

Sorry, Killjoys. I didn't mean to ramble.

I just want to introduce myself. Now, I can't tell you who or where I am, just in case...Oh, you know the reasons. But I will tell you that if you ever need me, I can take off in an instant and fly wherever you need me.
Don't ask how, but I can find you anywhere. Isn't that swell?

That's right, my brothers and sisters. I'll be your pilot. And if you need, I can be your messenger too.
Aeropostale~. Ahahaha! That means "air mail" in Italian, you know.

Hahaha...That sounds cheesy, doesn't it?

Well, if you need me, just call my name. Through a radio, of course. I'll always hear it.

Stellar Synesthesia, signing off.

[Arson Anthem]

*rb Stellar* Glad to hear from another killjoy! Name's Arson, at your service. No emergency at the moment, but if you want to meet some fellow rock and rollers, stop by the Strip - that's the dry canal type place in Zone 2 ("Here Comes the Encore"). We just wrapped up a hell of a party, and we'll be splitting soon, but if we're still there you're more than welcome!
Arson out

[Stellar Synesthesia]

*rb Arson*
Hello, darling~. This star can't party tonight, but I'll fly your way next time, when the skies are clear. Right now there's a bit of turbulence.

Ciao. *giggling, then silence*