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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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#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.
#3 [Audio]
Jan. 22nd, 2011 07:15 pm[Campbell is finally starting to get over his obsession with communication via the video option on his device, but he'll never be the sort to type things out.]
Is there anyone who can teach me how t' filter bits o' posts? I know it's supposed t' be possible, but I'm no used t' computers. I didnae have one at home. A few of my mates had one, but I didnae get t' use them very often, let alone doing coding like a programmer or anythin'. I think it'd probably be somethin' useful t' know.
Oh, and was everyone loony, yesterday? It felt like the City was trying t' make me feel at home. It mostly worked, even if there wasnae anyone that I actually knew, but it was homely all the same. Was that a curse? Would that mean drugs would no of worked, cos most of you needed 'em more than I do. Suppose it's lucky that I wasnae cursed myself, though I cannae help but wonder if there were any other real loonies out there who were cursed. Or maybe some of you no were cursed and I just didnae notice. Still, I think that'd be nice. A whole City full o' loonies. Might be a bit chaotic, mind, but it'd be fun. St. Jude's but massive!
Oh, aye, I nearly forgot why I was posting in the first place. Rudy? I have the money for you that you asked for. It wasnae that hard, though I don't think I'll keep doing two jobs. I didnae really want either of them, but it cannae be helped, now, with me moved into a flat. But I only needed the money for a suit and mobile, and now I need the time for making a proper radio station. D'ye lot know there's no a station, or, no a real one, at least? How d'you go about broadcastin' ontae the Network? There's no point in doing otherwise, not when there's no real radios. But I'm no gonna let this City stand in the way of my dream. I'll just have t' start the station myself. Eddie? Are y' with me?
Is there anyone who can teach me how t' filter bits o' posts? I know it's supposed t' be possible, but I'm no used t' computers. I didnae have one at home. A few of my mates had one, but I didnae get t' use them very often, let alone doing coding like a programmer or anythin'. I think it'd probably be somethin' useful t' know.
Oh, and was everyone loony, yesterday? It felt like the City was trying t' make me feel at home. It mostly worked, even if there wasnae anyone that I actually knew, but it was homely all the same. Was that a curse? Would that mean drugs would no of worked, cos most of you needed 'em more than I do. Suppose it's lucky that I wasnae cursed myself, though I cannae help but wonder if there were any other real loonies out there who were cursed. Or maybe some of you no were cursed and I just didnae notice. Still, I think that'd be nice. A whole City full o' loonies. Might be a bit chaotic, mind, but it'd be fun. St. Jude's but massive!
Oh, aye, I nearly forgot why I was posting in the first place. Rudy? I have the money for you that you asked for. It wasnae that hard, though I don't think I'll keep doing two jobs. I didnae really want either of them, but it cannae be helped, now, with me moved into a flat. But I only needed the money for a suit and mobile, and now I need the time for making a proper radio station. D'ye lot know there's no a station, or, no a real one, at least? How d'you go about broadcastin' ontae the Network? There's no point in doing otherwise, not when there's no real radios. But I'm no gonna let this City stand in the way of my dream. I'll just have t' start the station myself. Eddie? Are y' with me?
Tags:
- *character: barnabas,
- *character: cain hargreaves,
- *character: cameron lynde,
- *character: demyx,
- *character: doll/freckles,
- *character: eddie mckenna,
- *character: flynn rider,
- *character: rudy miller,
- *character: tamaki suou,
- audio,
- campbell is a dj,
- campbell is already in debt,
- campbell is easily distracted,
- not very realistic,
- proud to be a loony,
- rudy miller: entrepreneur,
- st. jude's: better than home,
- super impulsive,
- works at a bookstore can you believe
#1 [Accidental Audio Post]
Jan. 15th, 2011 03:40 pm[The audio cuts in in the middle of a sentence spoken quite quickly in an enthusiastic and very Scottish male voice.]
--but I willnae keep you waitin’ any longer, so here’s th—
[A pause.]
Actually, I may have to keep you waiting just a wee bit longer, Gold Boppers, because I think I might have gone loonier than usual, being as I cannae see the studio anymore. I’ve lost my cans too, and the record and the mic and...the chair I was sitting in and it’s a very detailed hallucination, actually, cos I cannae feel or hear anything real any more either.
It’s all been replaced, though, I’ve no just gone blind and deaf and unless the nice men are already here and dragging me back to St. Jude’s I bet you’re all sitting there on the edge of your seats, wonderin’ what it is I’m seeing, or what’s gone wrong with me now, or maybe you’re just writing another angry letter to tell Radio Scotland that [He puts on a deeper, more English voice] Campbell Bain really isn’t suitable for the post and should be removed before he damages equipment that he cannae see. [He speaks normally again.] But I don’t care about you, I care about the first lot, and I can tell you all that it looks like I’m in a city square now, sitting on a park bench. Nowhere in Glasgow, I havenae seen this sort of fountain anywhere before, so I must’ve invented this one.
[Another pause.]
And I cannae feel the mic anywhere so either I’ve knocked it sideways now, or I’m no in the studio anymore and I’m talkin’ to myself in a hospital bed. ... [Quietly.] I hope they don’t sedate me. I could easily be more interestin’ than Neighbours, goin’ on like this. Well, at least as interesting. Close second. Better than Myra the Catatonic, at least.
[The feed stays on but the man doesn’t talk anymore.]
--but I willnae keep you waitin’ any longer, so here’s th—
[A pause.]
Actually, I may have to keep you waiting just a wee bit longer, Gold Boppers, because I think I might have gone loonier than usual, being as I cannae see the studio anymore. I’ve lost my cans too, and the record and the mic and...the chair I was sitting in and it’s a very detailed hallucination, actually, cos I cannae feel or hear anything real any more either.
It’s all been replaced, though, I’ve no just gone blind and deaf and unless the nice men are already here and dragging me back to St. Jude’s I bet you’re all sitting there on the edge of your seats, wonderin’ what it is I’m seeing, or what’s gone wrong with me now, or maybe you’re just writing another angry letter to tell Radio Scotland that [He puts on a deeper, more English voice] Campbell Bain really isn’t suitable for the post and should be removed before he damages equipment that he cannae see. [He speaks normally again.] But I don’t care about you, I care about the first lot, and I can tell you all that it looks like I’m in a city square now, sitting on a park bench. Nowhere in Glasgow, I havenae seen this sort of fountain anywhere before, so I must’ve invented this one.
[Another pause.]
And I cannae feel the mic anywhere so either I’ve knocked it sideways now, or I’m no in the studio anymore and I’m talkin’ to myself in a hospital bed. ... [Quietly.] I hope they don’t sedate me. I could easily be more interestin’ than Neighbours, goin’ on like this. Well, at least as interesting. Close second. Better than Myra the Catatonic, at least.
[The feed stays on but the man doesn’t talk anymore.]
