A new voice on the radio.

[Stellar Synesthesia]

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Good day to you, my morrow's light.
Let the sun shine as the clouds sail on into the fading night.

I hope, my friends, that the passing hours have eased your tragic minds. Yes, words can only do so much to calm the storm of memory and pain, but we carry emotion as best we can.

Beware of storms; I mean the literal ones. in the north-east, and those going on missions should take care with sunscreen.
...Lots of sunscreen, hahaha...

Hold your breath, while the noon-time starlight sings "O Holy Night", hahahahaha~.

[Stellar Synesthesia]

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Hey, all you beautiful people, living in the wastebasket of society.
I just want to let you know that I love you all very, very much, and I'd love to follow you all around all day, but it's apparently very, very hard for me to get my radar out of the sky and onto the ground to follow you all.

I'm working on it, though, ahahahaha....
But this bird is no friend to my equipment.
What kind of name is "Buddy" for a vulture, anyway? Hahahahaha...

But I said I'd take care of him, so....
Buddy, get away from my monitors!

Hahahahaha...sorry.

Now, then. I'd like to recite for you a poem by a certain Robert Frost.
He's very, very dead, but I like him anyway. Haha~!

My f--
I listened to this poem a lot when I was young. Hahaha....

Here we go~!
It's titled "Nothing Gold Can Stay".

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

...Well, that's that, heehee~!

Now to kill the established mood with music!

I really do love you bunches, my dears.

[Stellar Synesthesia]

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Tell me, my brothers:
Do we fight fire with wine?
Tell me, my sisters:
Can we turn back our time?
Hahahahahahaha.....

Are we moving out or moving up?
So they all moved over and one fell out...

Oh, Reckless Cupcake, don't push anyone out of bed, sweetie~!
Especially my little ladyman. No, no, we can't have anyone falling out of the car in this heat.

Yes, it's going to get up to 103 today in the outer three Zones, about 100 in the inner three.

...Does that count as a good day, here? Hahahahaha~!

Well here's a cute song for all of you.
...I bet you're wondering where I get all these records, aren't you?
Heeheehee~!
But if I told you where I am...I'd have to kill you.
I can't risk being caught, after all I've done!
Hahahahaha~~!

Enjoy the music~!

[Stellar Synesthesia]

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Baby don't be so shy
Rock children hold your heads up high
In the night while I try
And tell the ballad of Valentine....

This has certainly been an...eventful...while.
She sighs into the microphone.
At least this interruption is only a few minutes off-schedule.

Trouble at the library in Zone 7...who's out in 7, honestly? Hahaha...

Anyone need a ride to or from? I can pick a few up.
Just give me a ring, quick quick before I head out.
Pack your own weapons, if you do. I don't have room for artillery.

If not, hurry your sappy butts over there.
Hahahahahaha......




If you're interested, post here or in my other thread. I really don't care which.

[Stellar Synesthesia]

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Hello, loves~!
If you're hearing this message, it means I'm not actually here right now and have ventured into the great outdoors.
Which means the world's probably ending or something, hahaha....

Seriously, I hate going outside. That's why I set this system up, you know? Heheh...

Well, there's a good reason I'm gone for certain, risking my security so greatly, so whoever I'm meeting had better feel bloody special, because I do NOT make a habit of leaving, you hear me?

Whew...sorry about that...hahaha...

I just..really don't feel like dying or blowing my cover.

So on the subject of the end of the world, I have a cute little poem for you. Fire and Ice, by Robert Frost (you may have heard of him:

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

I like it because the world has already burned. Hahahahaha~!
So I guess next is an Ice Age, right?

If you have news for me, I won't get it for a while, but I've got this system set up. You'll still have your music.

I should be back soon, my pretties~!

[Stellar Synesthesia]

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Good day, to you, star children.
If this message is playing...then I'm still out, hahaha...

And it's the longest I've been gone for a while.

Whoever I helped...you have earned my ire, beautiful.
Not that I don't love you all; I just hate anything that keeps me away from my beautiful, beautiful radio.
Ugh. You have no idea...

But if I'm gone this long, it means I'm feeling generous.
So I may be gone a little longer.

I do not get angry with anyone I help after this, hahaha...
But oh, dear child I left to assist...I'm going to remember this.

On to the music, hahaha!

[Stellar Synesthesia]

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There's a click, and the music stops.
It looks like the tape ran out.
Oops.

[Gloriam Luctus]

A door opens and closes. Heavy footsteps can be heard.
Someone sighs.

Nice setup...someone sure left in a hurry, though. They left this thing on...is it on? It looks like it. Or maybe that blinking thing means it's a trap...Ah, whatever.

Looks like they're planning to come back...am I gonna get in trouble? They're not violent, are they? I don't need anyone firing more lasers at my head--who gave that guy a laser gun? God damn...I'm lucky he didn't run very fast...

I didn't even do anything! He just saw me and started shooting at me! Really, if anything I should've been shooting at him. He's the guy running around in some funky Halloween mask...I'm just the guy that accidentally got green hair...

What is this place, anyway? What are all these things supposed to do?

A click...music starts to play.

Ah! Music? That's...different..that's cool. I like this. Yes. Good things...

[Gloriam Luctus]

...the Hell kind of music is this? It's like the anthem to an army of tin soldiers if the instruments were nails dragging across their bodies...Is there anything cheerful in this place?

Uh...can anyone hear me, out there?
Is anyone out there? If you are..I guess you could call me or something?
Call? Can you call a flashing box thing?
Not that it'd matter...if I did hear you, I wouldn't know how to respond...

Well, if you do hear me, I guess you need a name, right?
I'm..Well...ah... You can call me "Glory"...yeah, that works.
Not that there's anything glorious about me., but it's as good a name as any, right?

Ah...I can't find any other little music boxes just yet, so I guess...I guess I'll just play more of this tin soldier genocide...doesn't this thing have the title somewhere? Or is this stuck on "Random"? I can't tell if it's even the same people...this sucks.
Oh well. Maybe someone likes it...
...I'm done talking now,so...whatever...

[Gloriam Luctus]

Ah, hello.
Apparently people can hear me...that's nice.

Someone told me this was a news place, so I can talk about stuff that happens...if anything happens...This fancy picture box says the sky is clear today. I guess that means something.

I am...really confused, actually. There's papers everywhere with dates in no real order and I don't really know what today is, so I can't tell what's recent or old. So, uh, if anything happened between when the other guy left and I showed up...Sorry?

But if something happens now, I guess you can tell me and I'll tell other people. Otherwise, I'll end up telling stories about stuff that didn't happen, which is a nice enough way to kill time...maybe...

[Gloriam Luctus]

It..it feels kind of weird not talking, but I don't know what to talk about. So I guess I'll just tell a story. Yeah, that'll work...

***

Okay, this story is about a girl. She was a very nice girl, friendly and clever. People liked her. She helped anyone that needed it, kept her room clean, got good grades in school, and all that. In fact, the only thing people didn't like about her was how she would complain about herself.

I don't mean that she talked about how bad her life was. I mean any time someone complimented her, she would recite a list of reasons why that compliment was invalid.

Well, there was this guy that liked her. The "I'm not a good person" thing was annoying, but he didn't mind because she actually was a good person, just horribly insecure. One day, he decided to tell her his feelings and, true to her character, she gave him a list of reasons why he shouldn't think anything positive at all.

So he slapped her.

She spent the whole night trying to figure out why he slapped her, and when she saw him the next day she still didn't have a reason.

When he heard her say that she couldn't think of any reason why someone would hit her, he scoffed.

"So why is it you have so many reasons for people to hate you?"

***

...um..yeah.
And they lived comfortably for the rest of their lives...or something.

That was a terrible story. Why did I waste your time with it?

Here, listen to some gross music.

[Gloriam Luctus]

Right now, it feels like hail should be beating down on my head. So why, when I went outside, was the sky so totally clear?
It doesn't make sense.
There should be a storm.

But maybe...maybe it's not a real storm?
Maybe it's like one of those 'gut feelings' or whatever, that sense that something's about to happen? A-and the storm is a metaphor or something.
It's possible, right?

I've just got a bad feeling about something.

Let no one that's dear to our island be lost....

I..I hope you're all..all right....

[Stellar Synesthesia]

Star light, star bright,
oh star I seek tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might
share a tale with you tonight.

Tragedy struck the world we love
a long, long time ago,
and with blood and sweat and unshed tears,
we wandered 'round for hope.

But now the time has come and gone,
and who of us remains?
With only what we'd started with,
we've come around again.

And someone said what no one would,
and someone said nothing,
and someone turned and walked away,
and someone watched them leave.

So let me say what I never did;
let me say "Goodbye".
Let me say what I should have sooner;
let me say "I'm sorry".


Now, who's been sitting in my chair?
Who's been playing with my toys?
Perhaps there's a Goldilocks in the room?

Hahahahaha.....
All around the mulberry bush,
the monkey chased the weasel.

I wonder what if "pop" means that weasel got shot?

[Stellar Synesthesia]

Baa baa, black sheep,
have you any wool?

Yes, sir
yes, sir
three bags full...

Where oh where is my little black sheep?
Where oh where could he be?
I know you were here; I have your wool,
now won't you come play with me?

Heehee~. I see you, dear.
You can't hide from me.

[Stellar Synesthesia]

Oh, lovely little people, I have missed this little piece of Heaven.
You know, I thought I'd only be gone on a cute little road trip, but that dreadful thing called Misfortune got in my way. It's tragic, really. About half of us ended up half-dead running for our lives (figuratively speaking) and when we finally got somewhere that should have been safe things happened. Things happen all the time, but never in my side of town. That's why I never want to leave here, you know. Nothing happens so I don't need to worry, and I can live as long as I want until I get bored and die, hahaha~.

So my gaggle of geese flock to the nearest other hideout, but the cat came back so I ran away. I just can't stand being away from home, you know.

But Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep, and I don't know where to find them. I could leave them alone and wait for them to come home, but they'd leave their tails behind them.
I just want to know if my little lambs are all right; could someone give me a word or two? I'm sorry I left, but you know how life goes. Just tap twice for yes or something, my dears.

Oh, and that little sweetheart that broke into my house? I've had some words with him. He's not going to mess with anything. I'll be sending him on his way soon enough, so if in a few days you see a green-haired prettyboy that runs like a rabbit and screams like a peacock, take care of him. He's harmless, unfortunately, so he'll die very quickly in our cute little desert.

~Little bunny Foo Foo, hopping through the forest,
scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head..~~~

...Someone rearranged my music...Remind me to fix that, later....