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Campbell: 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.

( Show #2 )

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

( Show 1... )

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.]

[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 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.]

Lemme just catch my breath.

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