gretchen is the sassiest illegal dj there ever was (singlemum) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2010-05-11 13:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !broadcast, gretchen davies |
RP Narrative: Gretchen
Characters: Gretchen Davies (and NPC wireless folk)
Setting: Afternoon of 11 May near the end of the program Magic Rock at the studio (and, subsequently, on everyone's wireless)
Summary: Gretchen is pretty damn tired of being pushed around.
Warnings: None!
"Just do it, Davies." Gretchen's jaw tightened as she looked up at Jack, the station manager, who was looking down at her with just as intense a look as she was giving him. To be entirely honest, she had no idea why she still had a job. She had been fighting Jack tooth and nail since the very first time they had insisted on playing the Dark Lord's message back after that Halloween mess, but this was different. This was going too far. "You said that you wanted to report on the news between songs," he replied, pointing one beefy finger at her angrily. "This is news. And you're going to play it." When Gretchen whirled around, the expression on her face made it clear that she was about two seconds away from saying things that she would regret. Things that would absolutely get her sacked. Things that could very easily result in some sort of lawsuit. So, instead, she just turned around, stomped into her studio, and slammed the door shut. And then she locked it as surreptitiously and tightly as she could manage. She had been employed at the wireless for nearly ten years. Starting soon after finishing up Hogwarts, it was meant to be a temporary job until she could find something she liked more, but she ended up loving it instead. There was something exciting about being that voice on the wireless, the person playing music and being written to for requests. It was freeing at times and just plain fun to be the one sharing new music, talking about great bands and concerts, and just having fun. It had been even more fun before they had sacked Ted for shite reasons, though, and her employment over the past few months had been only because of Roger. She had too much to worry about and she couldn't add "unemployment" to that list. Gretchen had been willing to push her thoughts and opinions aside for Roger. He deserved everything that he wanted in the world and she had been doing everything she could to provide for him. But, for what? So she could aid in the spreading of propaganda and threats? How was that helping Roger? She didn't want her son to grow up in a world filled with fear and insanity, but now she was starting to just help in spreading both. It might have been a bit of a dramatic way to look at it, but Gretchen was tired. She was tired of pretending, of being scared out of her mind, and of not doing anything. And so, she was going to do something. A glance at her equipment told her that she had about five minutes until the song was over. Her producer was taking advantage of the down time and wasn't in his booth, which meant that she didn't have to deal with him. Jack wouldn't be expecting her to do anything out of the ordinary until then as well, so she had a good chance of being uninterrupted for a short while - thirty seconds at the most. And that was all she needed. Gretchen put on her headset, cleared her throat, and then the song cut off. "Ladies and gentlemen," she started, sitting back in her chair and breathing out a long sigh as she tapped lightly on the counter in front of her. "I'm terribly sorry to interrupt, but I do have an announcement to make." A slight pause, then Gretchen continued. "Last night there was an abnormality on the wireless. Had you not been tuned in then to hear it, I can only imagine that you have heard it since then. I've been instructed to play the warning again, to aid in making sure that everyone has heard it. But I'm not going to. "You-Know-Who, this Dark Lord - he is trying to spread fear, he is trying to promote chaos. And I, for one, won't allow it. What You-Know-Who needs to learn is that there are those among us that will not be pushed. We will not be frightened into submission by a terrorist. And because of us, you will not succeed." Loud pounding on the door made Gretchen look up and she couldn't help but quirk a smile at her manager. "This will be my last broadcast, folks. Good afternoon." And then it was dead air. |