[Radio] Radio Wire 21
| "...Kept you waiting, huh?" -X
"Oh fuck off" -N
"You're just mad you can't do the voice right" -X
"You're just mad I can do your sister right" -N
"So original" -X
| >Throats were cleared and papers were set down in a traditional fashion, the context behind it gone slightly missing as the listeneres could only, well, listen.
"Welcome back guys and gals you're now listenin' to R A D I O W I R E" -X
"The city that never sleeps just went through what felt like a pretty long nap, so what's better than some good ol' morning radio to get those spirits up?" -N
"Mornin'?" -X
>"Radio ?"
"Literally shut up, both of you" -N
| "We've been receiving quite the influx of news and scoops lately.." -X
"And we know what you're thinking: 'Oh Neil please PLEASE read the news to us we need your voice we're so so needy!'" -N
>"Ew"
"But all in due time my fellow citizens, the clock of time or something only clocks twice a day when it's right" -N
| "I.. What?" -X
"For now we got the sweet sweet tunes that you love to hear and we promise to open the lines up soon, let's get back to the good ol' days when the police was openly corrupt and nothing was done about it~" -N
>'March of the white knights' begins playing on live!
| >The music fades as the hosts resume on their "charismatic" talk
"Now to say this city is a shit show would be to compliment it, I have stepped on shit that looked more appealing than the looks of this place and if you knew my kind of outings you'd know I'm not talking about ordinary shit, but some neon glowing sticky kind of shit that you only find in the bathroom floors of clubs or underground bars, I'm talking real abstract shit that looks better than this city!" -N
| "Please, get to the point"
>The southern one added, unenthusiastically
"Shut up I'm building up to it, did you know that there's someone lurking in the darkness? A group so vile and so edgy their motives are both mysterious and dangerous just like their name.. Snake in the park!" -N
"No--" -X
"--Coming to us EXCLUSIVELY with a scoop, a divination of what's to come" -N
| "*Ahem*forlegalmattersweclaimthewordexclusivelyasanexaggerationandnotafact"
>He added quickly in one breath and a couple coughs
| "This elusive group CLAIMS the white knights are returning, they claim the BDD or Biohazard Disposal Division (for those uneducated in the matter) have been planning this coup for YEARS and when they come they will come HARD and STRONG and ALL OVER THE PLACE!" -N
>The enthusiasm is contagious, like herpes or the so called 'mass hysteria'
| "..So watch your faces if you plan to be out of the splash zone cause if these OUTRAGEOUS claims are true we're yet to see more infighting within the GCPD and I, for one, welcome both sides completely obliterating each other" -N
>"..Under no circumstance does Radio Wire advocate for anarchism or violence of any kind, the opinions from each member of the station are their own and do not represent us as a group"
| "We got more news cookin' in the oven but if we spill it all within the first 30 minutes there's no guarantee y'all'll stay tuned so if you're itchin' for more gossip please bear with us a little longer!" -X
>'Welcome to VA-11 HALL-A' begins playing on live, the volume lowering each time any of the hosts spoke giving a nostalgic sense of inconvenience
"Always wondered what that song was about.. Anyway lines are open everyone, we're here to listen to your random inanities" -X
| >"Mark 555-XXXXXXX To talk on live with no other than Neil Michaels at our main line"
>"Mark 545-XXXXXXX To talk on live with our second host AND manufacturer of the new place, Xii"
>"Mark 535-XXXXXXX for the complementary line to have a live call on air with me, California"
| >Call on line 555
| > Call on line 545-XXXXXXX
| >>975145
>Neil picks up line '555'
"Hello and welcome to the first Pilar of free speech in Glitch City, Radio Wire! Did you know you can say anything you want on air without having to prove yourself? None of those persky dangerites asking for "SoUrCe" or to "BaCkUp yOuR GlAiMs" , you're listening to Neil 'Big D' Michael's who's more than eager to hear you as well, let's start with a name there buddy" - N
| >>975146
>Xii picks up line '545'
"Hello and welcome to the one place QUINCY can't shut down, largely due to the fact that he:
A) Doesn't care.
B) Doesn't know.
C) All of the above.
But he's not who matters here it is you, the one callin' cause ya' know 'bout this place and you had the guts to call anyways, I sure appreciate you called this line first and not cause the other one was occupied, right??" -X
| "..Just fuckin' with ya', what's good? You're on air right now so make it good and PLEASE don't just be another fuckin' weirdo calling us here by accident" -X
| >>975162
"Oh-- this, um-- this isn't the... place to tune into for the reboot of 'A Prairie Home Companion'... is it...?"
>Whoever's speaking sounds like he now (unfortunately) knows what the answer to his question is, but there's some tiny shred of hope driving him to ask, anyway. He mutters to himself.
"I knew the 'News From Neo-Lake Wobegon' segment sounded off..."
| >>975164
Do you think that there's really going to be a coup? The gangs in the Motor are already on edge enough as it is. It should be safe here, right???
| >>975184
"Hey there no need to be disappointed, do you even know what just happened? You went out to find copper and you found Gold baby! Now I am contractually obligated to beat you up for giving reboots any kind of chance, I'm sorry but that's how it is I- I don't even care that it's also Radio you're probably feeding more views into the machine, the Radio killing machine, and I-"
>The senseless rambling went on like this for about 2 and a half more minutes without pause.
| "...First time caller, then? Do you know what we do here? Cause if you're also a fellow Radio-enthusiast then you've come to the right place" -N
| >>975201
>"Hello and welcome!"
>The same automated voice that came through every once and then
>"If you were trying to reach our business line I'm sorry to inform you you dialed the wrong number! If not I'm more than happy to receive you, you're talking with California here at Radio Wire on live~ Is there an individual's name behind the phone or is this another group calling to threaten us ~ ?"
| >>975234
>Well... he's got the rambling down, but other than that this guy's /definitely/ no Garrison Keillor... perhaps the moniker "Garrison Neil-lor" would be more appropriate?
"Ah... y-yes, this is my first time calling in to... >>>this particular station. I was looking for something... a little more lighthearted than NPR."
>A beat.
"Ah... n-no, actually-- what is it that you do here?"
| >>975214
"I mean I'm no sociologist or whatever they're called but ah' wouldn't like to be around gangs if the goddamn police department went into a civil war, they already do as little as an institution can humanly do, make them do actual work and I assure there'll be nothin' standin' between the gangs and whatever the fuck they want.." -X
| >He remained pensive for a few seconds
"About this happenin' or not, well.. QUINCY just recently did some stupid administrative decision, if you can believe that, that we're gonna be coverin' later so.. I ain't sayin' there's reasons for a coup but I'm also not saying there ain't no reasons for one.." -X
| >>975239
"Oh boy where do I begin.. First of all, we don't do any of that NPR shit like- look I'm not judging you but I can't see how someone gets off to getting cheated on that's- that's just sick, you know? Again I'm NOT judging you but I just can't see the appeal to it.." -N
>The confusion was more than obvious for those suffering from dyslexia or brainrot produced by spending an unhealthy amount of their free time online.
| "..But yeah we do news, for one, the kind of news that you won't see in the augmented eye if you *know* what I mean, wink wink; events too, last year I accidentally had a bunch of people sending me dick pics with my name on them so we're being a little more careful about what kind of event we do now but they always come with a prize so maybe take that in mind next time you choose where to tune!" -N
| >>975259
>The shearing screech of cogs grinding against each other and frantic clack of gears meshing is almost audible through your receiver as the man on the other end of the line struggles to figure out what the fresh fuck you just said. Is that hissing you hear the steam coming out of his ears, or airwave static?
"I... um, I beg your pardon?"
>Was there some "after dark" episode of "Snap Judgement" he'd missed?
| >>975260
"Ah... are you saying the >>>events came with a prize, or..."
>He flounders. The man is clearly /very/ confused.
"... the... um, t-the... >>>pictures..."
>Confused, and... sickened-- yet, curious.
| >>975263
"Oh nonono see, I setup a fun little event where people had to send a picture with my name written on a part of their body and, well, you can probably put the rest or the pieces together, my inbox looked like a butcher's stand for like a week, I learned something though, I learned this city is waaay more diverse than I first though, the winner got some concert tickets as a prize if I remember correctly, and she sent an arm rather than a dick" -N
>Thankfully
| >>975264
>So, this was "accidental", huh...?
"Ah, well... with all due >>>respect, sir-- this>>>is Glitch City we're talking about, here."
>"Accidental"-- yeah, and if my grandmother had /wheels/, she'd be a /bicycle/-- this is what the caller finds himself thinking, and he tries hard not to let his tone of voice telegraph his inner monologue.
"The outcome of this, ah... >>>event of yours-- it can't be>>>that surprising to you, can it?
| >>975270
"Look it was the first time I set up this specific kind of event, ok? I knew Glitch City shares a lot of similarities with NSF but I didn't expect the people to behave the same too, you know ?" -N
>A moment of realization, though of his own words rather than those of the caller
| "Like-ok is not that I got these kinda messages at NSF, ok? You gotta understand that when you live the scene life these things come at you--pictures, like- by 'things' I mean pictures, okay?? Neil Michael's is no himbo alright? Ask anyone from NSF and-well, no, don't do that err.. Different reasons, listen--" -N
>Before he fell down more metaphorical steps his mic was cut off, only for it to resume a few seconds later
| "...Look, if I, Neil Michael's, *wanted* dick pics you better believe I wouldn't set up some stupid event for it, I *can* get dick pics the usual way if I wanted! Which I don't!" -N
| >>975350
"Oh, um... Mr. Michaels, I'm not implying that >>>you wanted those pictures-- or, if you did, not for, ah...>>>recreational purposes, anyway...?"
>The man pauses. Does he /want/ to pursue this further while on the air? If he does, some of his devoted listeners who sent their dongs might get a little feisty-- and, he's not sure who they'd direct their vitriol at. Let's be careful...
| >>975354
"No, listen-"
>This was the tone of voice of a man rubbing the temple of his nose in an almost audible way, as if this was going to spawn a genie out of his nostrils that could magically disappear the last 30 seconds of his life.
"I.. did *not* plan ahead of people sending me their actual privates, alright? maybe I did just a *little* bit but I was counting on my fanbase being more on the feminine side, you know? I was hoping for tatas, not testes" -N
| "Weren't some of them wearing dresses? That's pretty feminine" -X
>Came a voice from the other line
"For the love of whatever deity your hillbilly ass believes in you better shut your mouth I got this! Look-Look we started on the wrong foot, you don't"
>He chuckled between statements
"You don't REALLY believe I purposefully tried to get those now do you?" -N
| >>975356
"Ah-- I'm sorry-- who was that just now? The one who mentioned dresses."
>We don't need to answer that question /just/ yet...
"Are they a... >>>colleague of yours, Mr. Michaels?"
>There's no way this could be a one-person operation, after all. That's a lot of data to process-- researchers need their overworked, underpaid assistants to do /that/ sort of gruntwork.
| >>975237
"Threaten? Oh no, I would never! How could anyone threaten such an adorable gal like you?"
>A familiar cheerful female voice replies.
"Anyway, heya! It's Alix here again. Red's here too, as always."
>"Hey there."
>Another voice, this time male, interjects.
"And I swear I'll keep the self-plug here to a minimum. So no, this is not a business call."
>"I wonder how long that will last."
"Red!"
| >>975360
"No-look, first of all I work alone!" -N
>A short shared silence occurred between the rest of the people in the station
"That voice is the **second** host, the silver medal, the butt of the jok--" -N
>And the line cuts shortly again, perhaps for some 'behind the scenes humbling' that other lines pick up as the noise of things violently falling from a desk in the background
"..Listen, we don't listen to him, alright? Dresses or not; cute or not, I never asked for this" -N
| >>975393
>"You'd be surprised!"
>She answered her first question with misplaced enthusiasm.
>"I missed hearing from you guys! Please don't worry, you're always more than welcome to use your time on air to sponsor whatever you want for free, Alyx"
"No she's not" -R
>"Yes she is!"
| >"B R E A K I N G - N E W S"
>The ongoing calls are volumed out for a few seconds to allow the following message to come through along with a catchy jingle:
"Explosions have been heard resonating across downtown as a now confirmed resurrection of the white knights is full on motion against the GCPD, we advise our listeners to seek shelter immediately if you haven't already, let the GCPD handle this on their own and remain home with your loved ones, basically: don't be a hero"
| -R*
>The catchy music dies out as the hosts and their current callers can be heard once again, not like you'd miss anything important anyway.
| >>975587
"That's very kind of you! But we'll have to decline, I would hate to put you in trouble!"
>"It's okay, I'll make sure she doesn't start advertising... too muc-"
>Alix cuts in before Red could properly finish his sentence, hoping to change the subject.
"Anyway! October's coming up soon! I was wondering if you guys are having another Halloween party."
>"Also, is Fenrir invited."
| >>975588
>There's a moment of silence as the couple hears the announcement.
>"You hear that? Remain home with your loved ones. Don't be a hero."
>Alix said quietly in the background, her voice lacking her usual cheer.
>"Loud and clear. Don't worry."
>"I mean it, Red, I don't want to hear another phone ringing. I don't want to wake up alone with you gone. I don't want to-"
>You can almost hear tears rolling down her face as she continues talking.
|
>"Shh, it's okay. I'm here, I won't leave you."
>"Promise?"
>"Promise. I love you."
>"I love you too."
| >>975581
>Hmm. Maybe we're not going to get much more out of him on-air... is it time to take a stab at trawling the 'net for the skeletons in this man's closet? All we /really/ need to find is who he's affiliated with, and after that it's off to their IRB.
"Mr. Michaels, please; by no means am I saying you >>>asked for this, ah... specific 'brand' of photos-- and, as important as your assistant may be, I'm sure you're the>>>main contributor to this... program you're running."
| >>975715
>Researchers are so petty. Stepping all over each other in their footnotes once they're published...
"Say, you mentioned NSF-- did you have any radio programs like this one that you were a part of during your time there?"
>If /this/ is what he's cutting his teeth on, it's ballsy-- and, I don't mean that literally.
| >>975658
>"..I know it's not our fault, but I still want to apologize for the bad timing at which this announcement came, you should have heard this within the comfort and privacy of your home, and not a broadcasted call, for this, again, I give you two my apologies"
>She sounded pretty honest about this, or at least as honest as an artificial voice can sound.
>"I'm positive things will turn out alright for most of the affected"
| >>975716
"n-uh not really, see, I'm kind of a 'persona no gracias', as the Italians say, regarding NSF, if I ever tried to do some radio over there they'd prolly' find me within 5 minutes and make things really ugly for me" -N
>his tone of voice was a little distracted through this explanation.
"This is why I love this hellhole of a city! Peeps don't ask questions like 'what's your real name, Neil?' or 'why did come here, Neil?' , they have WAY worse things to worry about!" -N
| >>975896
"It's okay, Cali. As you said, it's not your fault. Just... give us a second."
>Red says, louder into the mic before he turned back to talk to his wife. There were quiet sobs in the background.
>"You're gonna be alright? Just nod or shake your head, sweetheart."
>"..."
>"You sure? We don't have to keep going if you don't want to."
>"It's okay, just... keep holding me for a second."
>Came the reply in Alix's quiet voice.
| >The pair doesn't reply for another moment, with nothing coming through the mic except some more quiet sobs and barely audible comforting words.
"You know, I'm glad it's you we're calling and not Neil. I can imagine how different the respond would be with him on the line."
>Alix said, at last. A little bit of cheer coming back to her, although it's still clear she had been crying.
"So you don't have to apologize, and thank you, for what you said."
| "And we're home, and safe, don't worry. It's my own fault, if anything, for getting emotional."
>She continues. There's another short pause before she says:
"But you don't need to hear any of that. Now, what were we talking about?"
>"The Halloween party?"
"Oh yeah, the Halloween party, are you guys doing that this year still?"
>Her voice perks up again, regain a little bit more of her cheer.
| >>975921
>"Oh that ! I was left instructions to avoid that question when asked, how have you guys been doing? It feels like ages since last we spoke, maybe you want to tell us about the new book you're working on? Remember you have my permission to use this exclusive free spot of publicity~"
| >>975902
"Is your real name... >>>not 'Neil Michaels'?"
>All of a sudden the call becomes muffled-- sounds of a heated discussion are audible through the fuzz of palm-over-mouthpiece feedback. The other voice is not /new/ to you, but you may not be able to readily place it's owner-- on account of you being absolutely shitfaced the few times you've ran into them.
"A-ah, I'm sorry-- Mr. Michaels, my... roommate is here with me, and she wants to speak with you."
| >>975950
"It's... about something different, and she feels it's very important. Important, and... relevant to recent goings-on within the city."
| >>975951
"Well stop beating around the bush and start beating around the meat, put her on! I'd rather talk about literal terrorism than my personal life too, it also sounds like she's a smart-ass so maybe that's what I need" -N
>He didn't seem too worried about the ongoing situation, despite the gravity of it.
"Better yet, she'll be giving us exclusive information, everyone in the city will hear it straight from the source without us having to add fancy words or sound effects" -N
| >>975980
"I-- o-okay, here-- here she is--"
>The man can barely announce his departure (and his roommate's subsequent arrival) as the phone is snatched from his hand.
">>>Neil!"
>The woman accidentally near-bellows into the mouthpiece, the low register of her voice setting your ears abuzz.
"Gotta conspiracy theory for ya. Wanna see'f't holds water. Y'gotta sec?"
| >>975947
>"Well, now you're just asking for it."
>Red comments, which got a short giggle from Alix before she said.
"Honestly, I haven't really released anything big since the last time we met. Mostly just been enjoying married life, y'know?"
>A pause.
"There's only the novella, The Ballad of the Stag, that's really new. It's also released as a comic too. So maybe that'll be more interesting to you guys."
| >>976028
"Hello there destroyer of ears! Damn right I got a second, got a whole hour even if you what you hit me with is good enough" -N
>He showed some enthusiasm and a little more coherence with his words.
"Just try not to swallow the whole damn mic while you're at it, I'd REALLY appreciate if I can get out of this one without tiny tuts" -N
"...Tinnitus" -R
| >>976033
>"A comic will surely appeal more to the younger audiences! And those with an attention span shorter than the average"
>That last comment was thrown with a side of shade, hinting at a certain radio host
>"I personally prefer written fiction, I can see the appeal of comics but I find them ultimately 'bloated' since I can just picture the images myself when the author does a good job at describing the scenery"
| >>976156
"I do like reading comics from time to time too, but I do think there are a lot of things that you can only be conveyed through words. I think there's a beauty in the way an author narrates their work."
>"Yeah, comics are cool and all, but I just like written stuff better for when I lay on Alix's lap and listen to her reading it to me."
"I'm pretty sure you fall asleep half the time we do that."
>"Hey, I don't do it *that* often. I just listen with my eyes closed."
| >>976154
>The woman on the other end of the phone scoffs. Smartass.
"Shit with the hot boys'n the Kevlar pajamas... think it's'n inside job."
>... /What?/
"Somethin' went down'n Chapel-3 years back. Bunch'a zombies'n a complex basement. Dunno how they got there but after they got found, place's torched."
>... Non-citizens, and all. You can hear her speak through gritted teeth as she spits the fate of those who weren't afforded the same decency their legal neighbors were.
| >>976198
"Basement hadda sewer entrance. Maybe they 'scaped inta it... or they came >>>outta it."
>You can imagine her winding the cord of the phone around her finger as she continues... if modern phones had cords, anymore.
"T'contain a biohazard, y'gotta know lotta >>>'bout a biohazard. Y'gotta do field testin'. How>>>else y'gonna know'f shit'll go up'f y'holda match to it?"
>She muses. You can tell she's a /little/ proud of cooking this one up.
| >>976199
"Can't jus' >>>wait >>>around fer this shit t'spawn in mass amounts... so, what're y'gonna do?"
>A beat.
"Yer gonna make yer tes' subjects >>>yerself... 'n yer gonna keep'm where no sane person wants t'go. Dirty li'l secret'n a dirty li'l sewage maze."
>Describing the waste water system of GC as merely "dirty" is /awfully/ charitable...
| >>976201
"... Y'catchin' what'm sayin', Neil? Case y'>>>aren't--"
>Guy's probably dozed off at least once during this spiel...
"-- either the Bio Div let their lab rats get outta control, 'n they're too cheap t'call'n exterminator; >>>or..."
>She lowers her voice. Although both options are bad, this one is much more insidious.
"... the boys wanna play with some new toys that Mama'n Papa dunno 'bout. Whadd'ya think?"
| >>976161
>"D'aww you guys really make being single by choice so easy!"
>What
>"I'm just kidding~ I find it so curious to see your relationship so lively after hearing so much bashing at traditional marriage from.. Close influences."
>"Each time you call surprises me a little, you still have the.. Flame? I guess? Of a newly made couple, even after so much time together"
| >>976203
"I think.." -N
>And he closes his distance to the microphone while mimicking the lowered tone of voice she did
"I think I'm confused" -N
>Unsurprisingly
"With all means to offend your accent sounds worse than cowboy's over here, I can tell you're dropping some real shit on me but I can't tell which language you're using for that, so let me see if I got this straight" -N
>And a deep breath now before beginning his recap.
| "You're saying everything going to shit right now is either a cover-up for them to get rid of the suspects of that fucked up virus they did years back at chapel-3, according to your sources of course, or for them to try and use a perfected weaponized version of it?" -N
>Recapped with no stutters nor slurring of his speech, for once tonight.
| >>976278
"'Withall means t'ffend'-- >>>up >>>yours, >>>pally!!"
>Compared to her... less than stellar diction earlier, you can practically hear /every letter/ of her insult as she growls it at you.
"Go take't from one'a chummers'n yer >>>scrapbook. Lord knows y'got 'nough pics t'>>>fill >>>one."
>She takes a moment to process Neil's summary of what she just told him-- gotta make sure he didn't miss anything.
"... Yeah-- 's what'm sayin'."
>He heard her, clear as crystal.
| >>976281
"... 'n, no matter which't is, they're 'heroes' >>>ev'ry... >>>fuckin'... >>>time."
>Her voice drips with contempt.
"Ain't nobody questionin' 'em-- mundies like us >>>dunno'ny better, 'n we ain't flame retardant."
>She shifts her tone of voice to whatever it is she feels best matches the average /u/ enjoyer.
"Ohhh, guys with'a throwers >>>better know what they're doin'-- 'n'f they>>>don't, I don't really wanna find out..."
| >>976265
"Oh, I don't know. Why am I so heads over heels for you, honey?"
>"My great looks and sense of humor?"
"You have a horrible sense of humor."
>"I can still make you laugh though."
"Only because I'm such a good, supportive wife. I would *hate* to make you feel bad about your horrible jokes."
>"Alright, alright, I think we all know the truth, but if you don't want to admit it, that's fine too."
>A chuckle from the both of them.
| >A chuckle from the both of them.
"Anyways, I guess we've been together for so long that we just... understand each other? It feels like Red is reading my mind sometimes, like he can just detect whenever I'm feeling down."
>A short pause.
"Don't get me wrong, we definitely had our misunderstandings and arguments and stuff. It's just... I just feel like we're so understanding and supportive of each other, we eventually just talk it out and made up."
| >"And the make-up sex is awesome."
"Let's... not go there. But yeah, anyway. I know he doesn't look like such a good partner, but you'd be surprised."
>"What's that supposed to mean?"
>Red replies indignantly, and promptly gets ignored
"It's just really nice to have someone there by your side to suppot you, pick you up when you're feeling down, you know? I just can't help but feel so... giddy and warm when I'm around him."
| >>976288
"I honestly wish I could share with you how much I wish for both sides to obliterate the shit out of each other but apparently calling out for violence is 'fucked-up' and 'super illegal', the bunch of amateurs I have to deal with, woman I swear.." -N
>A sight of annoyance, a universality emotion, could be heard from his end, then the sudden rush of papers from a desk.
| "Now, something's clicking over here, you did talk about 'em zombies and I did ignore that part assuming you were exaggerating but.. Here-" -N
>And voilà , a single paper being lifted in a non-cliché way.
"We're gonna be covering soon how this one company at pulse city was caught experimenting on humans, err.. mystek is the name, rings a bell? Wanna take a wild fucking guess on what the experiments were about?" -N
| >And he closes once more the distance between him and his mic, going as far as mimicking her accent, poorly.
"quee'eeck r'generation" -N
| >>976301
>"I know what you mean"
>She replied with a sigh of melancholy, a pointless action coming from a lungless individual.
>"Quite a lot of people seem to just find their second half, the common pattern I've noticed is how no such thing exists, the solution seems to relay on *making* your second half, each one changing on small things to properly fit the other, until you have.."
>And this was quite a large pause
"A perfect relationship, with someone as imperfect as you"
| >"A perfect relationship, with someone as imperfect as you" *
| >>975214
>>975254
"Hey buddy this isn't phone sex, ya' don't get to shoot your load and dip, are ya' with me? Did the explosion get you or somethin'?" -X
| >>976603
"Yeah, I feel like there's a lot of compromise that comes with a relationship, and there's a lot of effort that has to go into that to really make it work."
>There was a pause as Alix shifts to address her husband.
"I know I don't say this enough, but I really appreciate how much you put into making 'us' work. You really always try your best when it comes to us and I really love you for that."
>There was another pause.
| >"Okay, I know I've been joking around this whole time, but I just want you to know that I feel the same way. You're amazing, and I really want you to know that."
"Thank you..."
>You can hear an audible kiss before Red turns back to address you.
>"I feel like the hardest part about this is trying not to take them for granted, because that's something I really don't want to do, but it's easy sometimes to forget how lucky I am to get to wake up next to somebody I love everyday."
| >>976581
"... What? That s'posed t'be >>>me jus' now? I don't--"
>She pauses as a comment Neil had made a little earlier-- the stray remark about ignoring her mention of zombies, and assuming she was blowing what she saw out of proportion-- lands, and lands /hard/.
"... Y'know what, >>>fuck you."
>The call abruptly disconnects. Line 555 is now free for use.
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| >"RADIO WIRE, REESTABLISHING CONNECTION"
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>"STATUS: CONNECTED"
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>"NUMBERS"
>"555-XXXXXX MAIN LINE RAN BY NEIL"
>"545-XXXXXXX SECONDARY LINE RAN BY XII"
>"535-XXXXXX COMPLEMENTARY LINE RAN BY CALIFORNIA"
>"515-XXXXXX 'PRVT' BUSINESS LINE"
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>"MUSIC, NEWS, EVENTS. 24/7"
>A familiar set of voices voices breaks trough the static threshold of old static coming from one of the so many abandoned frequencies...