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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.

( Show #3 )

[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.]

[Broadcasting! Live feed! Or...however City Radio works. It's on your devices, anyway! ARE YOU PREPARED?]

( Show 1... )

[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.]

If 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.]

I 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!

[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.

"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.

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.

Campbell Bain
1975-2075
The Greatest DJ/Rock Star/Actor/Jockey Of Our Time
Rising To Fame At Just 20
We Shall Never See His Like Again

[Campbell is excited. This is not new, though, so it is barely worth mentioning.]

Have you seen these bunnies? D'you know they burst intae flame if y' run at them? Only they still act like rabbits so you can chase around fireballs! It's pure dead magic. Literally too, I suppose. You no think it hurts them, does it? They wouldnae keep doin' it then. They go right back t' normal when they're calmed down, anyway. Be a dangerous pet, though, would it no? Useful, maybe. Somethin' scary happens and you can roast marshmallows. You'd want t' invest in a fire extinguisher first, a course.

[A pause, and Campbell looks like he's pondering.]

I think Eddie's gone, actually, he wasnae at home when I went t' check on him or when I tried callin' him. I went t' that place wi' all the pictures only I didnae find him cos I ended up finding a bunch of portraits of people off telly and I went off looking at them and I don't actually want t' go back and search again. But I'm fairly certain he's gone. The people from shows being in that hall: does that mean they used to live here? Cos that's cool, it just makes this place even better! Anyway, Eddie's probably better at home, he didnae like this place anyway. I no would have minded him being here t' start the station with but maybe he'll come back.

I've moved, anyway, or I'm moving. I havenae got much stuff t' move so I may as well have moved. I'm gonna be living wi' Curt Wild, who's got a cool name cos he's a rock star! Perfect, really, me being a DJ and him being a musician, we're both about the same thing from different angles, and different ends of it. It'll be better, sharing rent, I reckon, I can spend less time at work and more time building up the radio station. Has anyone got a job going, by the way, I don't think the bookshop is going t' work out. I havenae been fired, exactly, but I don't think the place meshes very well wi' my selling style. They're no ready for it, really.

[Video off. Campbell's going out to run at droves of bunnies with his arms out. Notice him, maybe, join him, tell him that he should maybe stop before he catches on fire?]