this is a [test] of the emergency broadcast system

[titansno]

TEST DRIVE MEME

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION, HOW FUN
> The most horribly kitschy Arts and Crafts Fair you can imagine.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.

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Tom Orson Mercy | TOM | Toonami

[welles]

A

[Those in the Numbers or otherwise in the know might be tuning in. Radio Free Locke, a recent pirate radio show broadcasting on a number of inactive frequencies with a significant internet and stream presence. Railing against Thunder Corp and the police with exclusive rumors and news suppressed elsewhere, hosting uncensored call-ins, playing unedited hip hop and electronica and reviewing the bleeding edge in tech and entertainment, it's picked up a surprising amount of steam. The host is only known as "DJ Welles".]

Hello once again, Locke City faithful. It's DJ Welles, coming to you from 10,000 feet above Locke Harbor. Tonight we've got a special interview, and an exclusive on Thunder's latest deals that they don't want you knowing about. The time is 10:01 PM down there, and broadcasting live from the Absolution is Radio Free Locke.

[a couple of tracks play, before...]

All right. Enough of the beats for now. Let's take some calls. Number for the night is...

[he rattles it off. it's no set contact, it's a new prepaid disposable phone with each broadcast.]

There. Call in, ask us your questions, deliver anything you might have for the people at home. There we go! Hey, you're on the air. What've you got?

B

[How's it going, network? Some good old Steve Blum-voiced video comes through. Tom looks...unnerved, but he powers on.]

How's it hanging, Numbers? I, uh.

Wouldn't guess any of you lost a cloaked starship the size of a football field? 'Cause if you didn't...

[he scratches behind his head, looking up out his apartment window briefly. he's already gone inside the ship. it's just above his building, for the time being.]

Happy birthday to me.

Six decks. I think. It has power. Computers beyond anything I've ever seen. Shitton of communications equipment. No crew.

I remember this ship. I've been talking about it since way back on the show as a joke, after my first echo.

[he places his hand under his chin, thinking.]

I might start broadcasting from it for real.

C

[Oh, RadioShack. You delightful, delightful place. Anyone in the store this afternoon might see this guy wandering around with a cart, picking up component after component and tossing them into his cart. He pauses at one, a pack of typical radio antennae.]

Hmm....

[reapsthewind]

You have

a space ship




oh my god

[welles]

Dunno where I'm supposed to put it, but...

Yeah.