Campbell Bain's Headspace [Show #4]
Jun. 26th, 2011 09:06 pmCampbell: Hello, Citizens! This is Campbell Bain's Headspace, and it's a special show tonight, because last show, my dear husband decided t' point out that none of the music I'm playing is actually MUSICAL. So Flynn, hen, this entire show is dedicated t' tryin' t' find out what y' think music is. This first song is cos Flynn mentioned that all songs are either about love, or war, or both. It's no exactly an oldie, but I think it makes my point.
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[ooc: Campbell thinks he is married to Flynn Rider today. And that Hanna is their son. Haha, Hanna, your dad is EMBARRASSING. ... And usually younger than you. >.>]
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[ooc: Campbell thinks he is married to Flynn Rider today. And that Hanna is their son. Haha, Hanna, your dad is EMBARRASSING. ... And usually younger than you. >.>]
Campbell: Hello City, and hello visitors! This is Campbell Bain's Headspace, currently the only radio show on the Network, welcoming ye all in wi' some blasts fae the past.
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[ooc: I am aware. This is the latest fourth wall post, possibly of all time. Possibly just the latest post. But here it is. I lost all inspiration for daaaays. Anything goes. If you need to meet him outside after the show, please. If you want to talk on the boards, or call in, whatever. If you don't feel like fourth walling anymore....at least you now have a playlist to listen to, orz.
Also, I have a plurk now. Let's blame that.]
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[ooc: I am aware. This is the latest fourth wall post, possibly of all time. Possibly just the latest post. But here it is. I lost all inspiration for daaaays. Anything goes. If you need to meet him outside after the show, please. If you want to talk on the boards, or call in, whatever. If you don't feel like fourth walling anymore....at least you now have a playlist to listen to, orz.
Also, I have a plurk now. Let's blame that.]
Campbell Bain's Headspace [Show #2]
Jun. 12th, 2011 09:48 pmCampbell: Hello, and welcome t' Campbell Bain's Headspace. I'll start having a little intro bit the moment I decide what kinda show this is. At the moment, it's one where I repeat myself all over again, only in a more clever way. I just...feel like reiterating, you know, cos the fact of it never gets boring t' me. So here's me, remindin' you Citizens what happened two nights ago.
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Campbell Bain's Headspace [Show #1]
Jun. 8th, 2011 07:42 pm[Broadcasting! Live feed! Or...however City Radio works. It's on your devices, anyway! ARE YOU PREPARED?]
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#18 [Video/Action]
May. 24th, 2011 09:36 pm[Video opens because Campbell's slammed his device down onto the table from giggling too much. He promptly lets the device go and replaces it in his hand with his mostly empty pint. He's managed to achieve what Chris and Ray never could, namely, finding a pub that serves British, not American pints. You're welcome, British Polychromatids.
He's at a table with Stephen Stills, who is dressed in plaid flannel and a toque. Campbell's wearing a normal loose yellow shirt of his along with a kilt with a sporran, which is evident when he stands up to go refill his pint. It's not empty as he goes, but it's empty by the time he gets to the bar, still giggling.]
Another Dead Elephant!
Actually, just bring a pitcher.
Aye! Aye, that. A pitcher!
[He wanders back off to his table, leaving a bemused barkeeper in his wake.]
[ooc: GUESS WHO'S DRUNK?
No, actually, call this a literary experiment but this is me and Stephen-mun getting drunk while our characters get drunk. If we go on tangents, or spell badly, etc, IT'S IC. 8|
Also, feel free to tag from the Network, or to be in the pub actually, do WHATEVER.]
He's at a table with Stephen Stills, who is dressed in plaid flannel and a toque. Campbell's wearing a normal loose yellow shirt of his along with a kilt with a sporran, which is evident when he stands up to go refill his pint. It's not empty as he goes, but it's empty by the time he gets to the bar, still giggling.]
Another Dead Elephant!
Actually, just bring a pitcher.
Aye! Aye, that. A pitcher!
[He wanders back off to his table, leaving a bemused barkeeper in his wake.]
[ooc: GUESS WHO'S DRUNK?
No, actually, call this a literary experiment but this is me and Stephen-mun getting drunk while our characters get drunk. If we go on tangents, or spell badly, etc, IT'S IC. 8|
Also, feel free to tag from the Network, or to be in the pub actually, do WHATEVER.]
#17 [Video]
May. 20th, 2011 01:31 am[Campbell managed to banish his clone by helping Nepeta, of all things, although he doesn't realise it. He's just back in his flat now, feeling less irritable and sad and he has his guitar back! Which means it is now officially time to do what his clone kept saying he was going to do but never actually did.
He's sitting on his bed wearing The Worst Shirt In The World, which he actually managed to find here in shops. Somehow.]
Hey, you lot! I dunno if you know me or not by now, but I'm Campbell Bain and I play guitar for Time Bomb! I'm a DJ, really, but that doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing cos... [and here he works himself up, grinning crazily] ...I wrote a song! And I'm gonna show it you all now.
[He whips up his (or, rather, Curt's) guitar from beside him on the bed and starts in on the song. He sings the whole thing in a bit of an American accent because tht is how rock works, right?]
( Asylum )
[He lets the final chord ring and then leans forward over the guitar, grinning.]
So? Whaddya think?
[ooc: In a classic case of me getting carried away, here is me singing the song on YouTube. Yes, I wrote a song in character. What of it? >.>
Also, fairly obviously, I HAVE A LAPTOP NOW. LIFE IS GOOD.]
He's sitting on his bed wearing The Worst Shirt In The World, which he actually managed to find here in shops. Somehow.]
Hey, you lot! I dunno if you know me or not by now, but I'm Campbell Bain and I play guitar for Time Bomb! I'm a DJ, really, but that doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing cos... [and here he works himself up, grinning crazily] ...I wrote a song! And I'm gonna show it you all now.
[He whips up his (or, rather, Curt's) guitar from beside him on the bed and starts in on the song. He sings the whole thing in a bit of an American accent because tht is how rock works, right?]
( Asylum )
[He lets the final chord ring and then leans forward over the guitar, grinning.]
So? Whaddya think?
[ooc: In a classic case of me getting carried away, here is me singing the song on YouTube. Yes, I wrote a song in character. What of it? >.>
Also, fairly obviously, I HAVE A LAPTOP NOW. LIFE IS GOOD.]
#16 [Action]
Apr. 29th, 2011 02:35 pmIf you're outside today, at any point, you might be...lucky enough to hear the sound of a delighted young Scottish man, from...above you, whooping and laughing hysterically alternately. If you look up, then, you'll probably see him, being pulled along attached by unbreakable ropes to ten albatrosses, which have made up their minds to try and fly away from him, which...doesn't work, naturally, so off he flies, through the air.
If you're REALLY 'lucky', you might find him swooping down at you. Don't worry. He'll warn you as soon as he can stop laughing.
[ooc: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO, if you want to see him, or try to carry on a yelling conversation, or...get mowed down by him, HERE IS WHERE YOU POST. IDEK.]
If you're REALLY 'lucky', you might find him swooping down at you. Don't worry. He'll warn you as soon as he can stop laughing.
[ooc: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO, if you want to see him, or try to carry on a yelling conversation, or...get mowed down by him, HERE IS WHERE YOU POST. IDEK.]
#15 [Audio]
Apr. 10th, 2011 07:29 pmI wasnae cursed today, or yesterday, which is kinda boring, but I suppose it's no that bad. I still have these stitches t' be gettin' on with. Anyway, it's gonna be my birthday in a week, almost, April 18th. I'm no gonna be a teenager anymore! How brilliant is that!? I hope I'm walking around properly by then.
Oh, and are the harpies gone, now? Did the riddle make sense wi' that? Or was it complete nonsense?
Do people want t' do something for my birthday, like going to a pub, maybe, that could work, or y' could just come t' my flat once I'm properly moved back in there or....I dunno, if anyone has any ideas, you can help me brainstorm!
Oh, and are the harpies gone, now? Did the riddle make sense wi' that? Or was it complete nonsense?
Do people want t' do something for my birthday, like going to a pub, maybe, that could work, or y' could just come t' my flat once I'm properly moved back in there or....I dunno, if anyone has any ideas, you can help me brainstorm!
#14 [Video]
Apr. 6th, 2011 01:42 pm[Campbell is sitting, propped up in his bed at Oh Aces. He hasn't got a shirt on, but he's got bandages wrapped around his upper torso, so it doesn't really matter. Of course, without any sort of baggy top on, you can see just how ridiculously skinny he is, but he's not bothered.]
Hanna? I thought it'd be best t' go the direct approach wi' these birds, so I just went and asked them what they were planning, basically. I mean, it was part of a plan, I made sure I was near a building I could get into, but they still scored me across the back. It wasnae too bad, I got the doctors t' fix my gross parasite. That was the worst part, really, no the gouges in my back, cos they had t' extract the parasites somehow and Christ did it hurt.
It's better now, though, it's just hard t' not scratch at my chest, really. Feels weird... No as weird as before, I suppose.
Anyway, I went up to a harpy and asked her what they were planning. I dunno if she was really expecting that sort of thing to happen, but she spoke t' me, anyway. Said a riddle. Hang on, I've got it written down.
[He wriggles a bit to get a piece of paper out of his jeans pocket, wincing a bit when he moves.]
Right, here it is.
Anyway, maybe you or someone else can work that out, cos I dunno what she was going on about.
Oh, and Curt's gone. Out of the City, I think, or he's just gone off somewhere and left a message for the hell of it. But I'm sure he'll be back. I just joined his band, after all.
[He types a bit and this comes up:]
Time Bomb:
Demyx is in charge of making you learn the music.
Stephen is in charge of business.
Campbell is not allowed to touch the telecaster but can borrow other two guitars. Needs girl. Does not need hat.
Practice.
Enjoy life.
Feed cat if found.
--Curt
I don't see what's wrong wi' my hat. It's a cool hat. The rest seems okay, though. Anyway, he'll definitely be back. He left a note. He wouldnae leave a note and no come back.
Hanna? I thought it'd be best t' go the direct approach wi' these birds, so I just went and asked them what they were planning, basically. I mean, it was part of a plan, I made sure I was near a building I could get into, but they still scored me across the back. It wasnae too bad, I got the doctors t' fix my gross parasite. That was the worst part, really, no the gouges in my back, cos they had t' extract the parasites somehow and Christ did it hurt.
It's better now, though, it's just hard t' not scratch at my chest, really. Feels weird... No as weird as before, I suppose.
Anyway, I went up to a harpy and asked her what they were planning. I dunno if she was really expecting that sort of thing to happen, but she spoke t' me, anyway. Said a riddle. Hang on, I've got it written down.
[He wriggles a bit to get a piece of paper out of his jeans pocket, wincing a bit when he moves.]
Right, here it is.
"Towers of sound and towers of sun
Three into twelve begets three into one."
Properly mystical, isn't it? Anyway, I was gonna ask something else only then two more of them came swooping down at me fae the sides and I had t' scarper. They nearly got me, even, but they didn't. Clearly. Three into twelve begets three into one."
Anyway, maybe you or someone else can work that out, cos I dunno what she was going on about.
Oh, and Curt's gone. Out of the City, I think, or he's just gone off somewhere and left a message for the hell of it. But I'm sure he'll be back. I just joined his band, after all.
[He types a bit and this comes up:]
Time Bomb:
Demyx is in charge of making you learn the music.
Stephen is in charge of business.
Campbell is not allowed to touch the telecaster but can borrow other two guitars. Needs girl. Does not need hat.
Practice.
Enjoy life.
Feed cat if found.
--Curt
I don't see what's wrong wi' my hat. It's a cool hat. The rest seems okay, though. Anyway, he'll definitely be back. He left a note. He wouldnae leave a note and no come back.
#12 [Video]
Mar. 31st, 2011 01:54 pm[Campbell is sitting restlessly in a chair. It’s not his: he’s at Oh Aces, as a sort of sanctuary until the harpies stop being. Whenever that might be.]
This is dull. I cannae cope wi’ bein’ cooped up inside like this but I reckon I cannae cope wi’ my intestines being pulled outta my stomach by a metallic bird lady either so I dunno. Even getting pissed doesnae help much, and I’m gonna run out of money at this rate. We better not still be having to pay rent, I cannae go to work. Curt, we don’t have to pay rent when the City’s under siege by harpies, do we? There has t’ be somethin’ set up for that or I’m going after our landlord. Or lady. Whoever it is.
The barrier’s down too, is it no? I’m not exactly sure what I can do wi’ that…I havenae got a boat or anything, and this is an island…has anyone with a boat tried escaping? Did they get eaten by harpies? Maybe loads of folk who’re already dead here should get together and get on a boat. And bring rocket launchers, maybe, t’ do something about harpies dive-bombing the ship, or whatever harpies tend t’ do, I havenae got that much experience with them. I’m not dead, though, so I don’t really want to risk that, not when I’m a DJ and a rock star, here.
Oh, aye, and this. [He lifts up his shirt and hoody to show his ridiculously thin chest, which has been Woven. All braided gross raised lines of skin, and though he can’t look at it so closely himself, if you were to zoom in on it, you could probably see a bit of the worms through vaguely translucent skin.] What’s this meant t’ be? I just woke up and I had it. It’s all sorta…raised and disgusting, so if someone knows how t’ deal with it, I’d appreciate it. It might not be an arm off fae harpies, but I don’t exactly want it getting worse, whatever it is. I cannae go spoiling my looks, not with my jobs!
[Tops down again, and he reaches and turns the video off.]
This is dull. I cannae cope wi’ bein’ cooped up inside like this but I reckon I cannae cope wi’ my intestines being pulled outta my stomach by a metallic bird lady either so I dunno. Even getting pissed doesnae help much, and I’m gonna run out of money at this rate. We better not still be having to pay rent, I cannae go to work. Curt, we don’t have to pay rent when the City’s under siege by harpies, do we? There has t’ be somethin’ set up for that or I’m going after our landlord. Or lady. Whoever it is.
The barrier’s down too, is it no? I’m not exactly sure what I can do wi’ that…I havenae got a boat or anything, and this is an island…has anyone with a boat tried escaping? Did they get eaten by harpies? Maybe loads of folk who’re already dead here should get together and get on a boat. And bring rocket launchers, maybe, t’ do something about harpies dive-bombing the ship, or whatever harpies tend t’ do, I havenae got that much experience with them. I’m not dead, though, so I don’t really want to risk that, not when I’m a DJ and a rock star, here.
Oh, aye, and this. [He lifts up his shirt and hoody to show his ridiculously thin chest, which has been Woven. All braided gross raised lines of skin, and though he can’t look at it so closely himself, if you were to zoom in on it, you could probably see a bit of the worms through vaguely translucent skin.] What’s this meant t’ be? I just woke up and I had it. It’s all sorta…raised and disgusting, so if someone knows how t’ deal with it, I’d appreciate it. It might not be an arm off fae harpies, but I don’t exactly want it getting worse, whatever it is. I cannae go spoiling my looks, not with my jobs!
[Tops down again, and he reaches and turns the video off.]
#11 [Video]
Mar. 22nd, 2011 01:35 pm[The video function being turned on, if Campbell ever bothered with second thoughts, is kind of a mistake. His hair's a bit messy, and unwashed, and he's a wee bit stubbly. Not even the low level of put together that he usually is.
When he speaks, it's a bit slower than usual, even. (And probably more understandable for it.)]
Hey. It's Campbell. Did you lot forget me? I wouldnae be surprised...I havenae exactly been...leaving the flat. Or speaking wi' anyone. Well, I did go, just enough tae no lose my job, but it was a close call, let me tell you. Bein' a loony isnae all fun and games, you know. There are long, useless, shite stretches. I don't recommend it. Stick t' the fun bits if you're trying it out for the day.
Has the ticking noise gone quieter, by the way, or am I going delusional, now?
[Okay. Network knows he's alive, now. Good enough. He shuts it off.]
Hey. It's Campbell. Did you lot forget me? I wouldnae be surprised...I havenae exactly been...leaving the flat. Or speaking wi' anyone. Well, I did go, just enough tae no lose my job, but it was a close call, let me tell you. Bein' a loony isnae all fun and games, you know. There are long, useless, shite stretches. I don't recommend it. Stick t' the fun bits if you're trying it out for the day.
Has the ticking noise gone quieter, by the way, or am I going delusional, now?
[Okay. Network knows he's alive, now. Good enough. He shuts it off.]
#10 [Video]
Feb. 28th, 2011 12:09 am[Campbell, grinning, leaning forward into the screen.]
I wasnae sure exactly what there was so many people here for t' begin with, I mean, I knew there had t' be a curse involved somehow, probably, or else just loads of people all being brought in at once. But I asked around and it's dead exciting, you know? Anyone could be here. Literally anyone. It's gotta be confusing, I guess, for everyone who just showed up here but do you lot no see how amazing this is?! I could do wi' still being cursed wi' that superspeed thing I had a few days ago so I could make sure t' meet everyone, but maybe I'd end up missing someone that way and I don't want t' miss anyone.
[ooc: ANYTHING ALLOWED. Fourth Wall away. He will be excited by pretty much ANYBODY showing up, unless you're Stuart. You can just stay at St. Jude's and not waste your time if you're Stuart. :|]
I wasnae sure exactly what there was so many people here for t' begin with, I mean, I knew there had t' be a curse involved somehow, probably, or else just loads of people all being brought in at once. But I asked around and it's dead exciting, you know? Anyone could be here. Literally anyone. It's gotta be confusing, I guess, for everyone who just showed up here but do you lot no see how amazing this is?! I could do wi' still being cursed wi' that superspeed thing I had a few days ago so I could make sure t' meet everyone, but maybe I'd end up missing someone that way and I don't want t' miss anyone.
[ooc: ANYTHING ALLOWED. Fourth Wall away. He will be excited by pretty much ANYBODY showing up, unless you're Stuart. You can just stay at St. Jude's and not waste your time if you're Stuart. :|]
#8 [Video]
Feb. 14th, 2011 04:29 pm[Here we have action!Campbell, because he's both viciously pleased with himself, and angry, which combines into....action.]
Did anyone actually give Flynn Rider a trophy? The one which was meant to be for not stealing? Well, it looks like his trophy really ought t' be taken away cos my record player, Curt's pin, and by extension, this whooooole recent crime wave is his fault. If the police could go and question him, now, and get all of us back our stuff, sooner would be better than later, cos he shouldnae be allowed to enjoy his ill-gotten gains for a second longer!
[A pause, and then he smiles properly, looking a little bit hopeful.]
That part done with, there's no any women I made a good impression on a couple days back who'd be willing t' go on a date wi' me today? Y' might've all just been cursed t' talk t' me but y' never know, really. I thought it was better t' ask than no.
[And then, added as an afterthought:] It's a bit...wet outside, is it no?
Did anyone actually give Flynn Rider a trophy? The one which was meant to be for not stealing? Well, it looks like his trophy really ought t' be taken away cos my record player, Curt's pin, and by extension, this whooooole recent crime wave is his fault. If the police could go and question him, now, and get all of us back our stuff, sooner would be better than later, cos he shouldnae be allowed to enjoy his ill-gotten gains for a second longer!
[A pause, and then he smiles properly, looking a little bit hopeful.]
That part done with, there's no any women I made a good impression on a couple days back who'd be willing t' go on a date wi' me today? Y' might've all just been cursed t' talk t' me but y' never know, really. I thought it was better t' ask than no.
[And then, added as an afterthought:] It's a bit...wet outside, is it no?
#7 [Video]
Feb. 12th, 2011 02:44 pm[Video is turned on. Campbell is not looking very pleased. He's also sitting somewhere not easily recognisable, leaning against a wall.]
I think I've been calm. I've been very calm. I calmly contacted the police a few days ago. [Blatant lie about the calm bit. In general.] I calmly waited for them t' find something. But I'm no doin' this traditionally anymore cos I'm bloody fed up. So you! Bastard who broke in and stole my record player! You'd best return it or else I will find you, and you willnae like what happens next. D'you hear me? I'm givin' y' one last chance tae return it, no questions asked, and then I'm coming after you! [And as an afterthought:] And return Curt's pin y' stole, too.
[This means something occurs to him, apparently.]
Curt, how d'you get your cat t' stop attacking your feet? Cos it willnae stop. I tried t' make friends and then it came in and started attacking them. I had t' climb on top of my chest a drawers.
[Camera swoops around to demonstrate. The cat isn't in the room. Campbell really is hunched on top of a chest of drawers. Camera back to his face.]
It was the only place high enough t' make it stop but now I don't wanna climb down cos it'll probably come back and it actually hurts cos it's got bloody sharp claws and everything. It might just be my socks but I don't want t' take them off in case it isnae. It'd take away my last protective layer and I'd rather keep walking, honestly. I don't have anything up here t' distract it, either. And I don't know where it is...
[ooc: So, uh. This is the thing that will keep him in one place long enough to be speed-dated over the device. If....you so choose.]
I think I've been calm. I've been very calm. I calmly contacted the police a few days ago. [Blatant lie about the calm bit. In general.] I calmly waited for them t' find something. But I'm no doin' this traditionally anymore cos I'm bloody fed up. So you! Bastard who broke in and stole my record player! You'd best return it or else I will find you, and you willnae like what happens next. D'you hear me? I'm givin' y' one last chance tae return it, no questions asked, and then I'm coming after you! [And as an afterthought:] And return Curt's pin y' stole, too.
[This means something occurs to him, apparently.]
Curt, how d'you get your cat t' stop attacking your feet? Cos it willnae stop. I tried t' make friends and then it came in and started attacking them. I had t' climb on top of my chest a drawers.
[Camera swoops around to demonstrate. The cat isn't in the room. Campbell really is hunched on top of a chest of drawers. Camera back to his face.]
It was the only place high enough t' make it stop but now I don't wanna climb down cos it'll probably come back and it actually hurts cos it's got bloody sharp claws and everything. It might just be my socks but I don't want t' take them off in case it isnae. It'd take away my last protective layer and I'd rather keep walking, honestly. I don't have anything up here t' distract it, either. And I don't know where it is...
[ooc: So, uh. This is the thing that will keep him in one place long enough to be speed-dated over the device. If....you so choose.]