Who: Nerys Spenser and Open What: The nightly broadcast and musings on The Witching Hour When: Nearing 1AM Where: WRVN, Malvern Radio Studios Why: Because every game has a start. And our plots start now. Status: Open to anyone, resident, someone with business at the station, or someone else. The place is open. You just need to sign in!
The song continued, the last strains echoing in the studio despite the egg crating that was securely fastened to the walls. It was supposed to keep the sound from traveling but often an illusion was all it gave. An illusion, just like so much else in this place. To her it was often amazing and somewhat baffling. But there was only so much one person could do without seeming crazy. Or crazier as the case might be.
The track came to an end and she was given a signal by her producer inside the booth. Show time. Again. "And that was Paragon with their latest single, a request on this foggy August night from Tom moving into his dorm at RU this week." she smiled looking down at the paper in front of her, sitting back, her headphones on, speaking into the mic as if it were an old friend, which it was.
"Here's to a good year for all the returning victims, I mean students, at RU this year," she smirked at that, knowing her audience would get a kick out of it. "Well the clock is about to strike an end to this edition of The Witching Hour," she saw the signal her producer was giving her. "I'm Nerys Spenser, and until tomorrow night, beware the things that go bump in the night." That said the out-tro started to play and she took off the headphones, glancing around feeling a shiver going up her spine... not for the first time that night.
"Nice job, Spenser," her producer's voice came over the speaker. "Pack it up, see you tomorrow." That would be the last she heard from him tonight. He was already out the door and going home. Out there, into the world... His ability to do that, with no fear and no questions; sometimes she envied that.
The odd and the strange were no strangers to this town, something Nerys knew too well, too intimately. Tonight would just be another night for the spirits to play, the monsters to hunt and the citizens and residents to play into the illusion that nothing was wrong. And for Nerys... it would be another night of hearing and feeling what went on. The reason she couldn't leave, also the reason she couldn't stay anywhere else... It felt like background noise tonight. Nothing spiking, nothing demanding the attention reserved for full moons and eclipse, and for the sensitive it was a god send.
She closed her computer, taking her notes with her, looking around the booth again to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Tomorrow she'd have to welcome the new guy... Robot Head? She could only imagine that the show would be taken as seriously as hers. Not by the general public, but those who knew what was going on? She had a following. She hoped there'd be nothing new to tell tomorrow night. Things were already getting worse, the town perched on the head of a pin... And despite what little she could do, there was really no way to tip the scales in the mortal world's favor...