Who: Lorcan D'Eath and anyone else who wants to call in. When: 10pm, Monday Night and onward. Where: Lorcan is at the Wireless, anyone calling in is by a radio. What: Call in show. Requests and chat. Instructions: Callers cannot speak to one another, but they can hear the conversation that took place before hand so they can comment on it. Place your character's name in the comment. Start each conversation as a new comment thread. I'll link em all as they come in. You don't need to worry about descriptions and stuff. It's dialogue and runs much like a normal journal entry. Rating/Status: Depends on what people have to talk about/ Thread is ongoing.
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung, Would you hear my voice come thru the music, Would you hold it near as it were your own?
These are not my words, they are that of a man named Robert Hunter from a Muggle band called The Grateful Dead. Still they fit my mood and I can think of no better way to express my love and passion for music and what draws me to it as a musician.
There are so many of us here now. A hundred or more, so many names, and souls lingering together. My name, or my given name is Lorcan Cleary. But to many of you I am known as Lorcan D'Eath. Lorcan is more then enough, chosen by my mother, whom I hold dear. Always.
Before I ask you to speak to me, I should be a decent bloke and tell you a bit about myself. I for one was sorted Hufflepuff. There are many of my classmates here, and save for one, I know none of you. That is no one's fault, it is simply the way things were for me. Someone told me the other day I was the lost Hufflepuff. And some perhaps knew me only as Eerie back then. I was like many teenagers, quiet and withdrawn. Most come to know who they are in school, find themselves and define themselves there. Perhaps part of this is why we cling so hard to our houses and their loyalties. I for one never knew who I was till I left. House rivalries never meant much to me. But I know for some, and with our founders here, it means a great deal. But regardless of this and histories and legend, there is one thing we all have in common. We are all only human.
I was born in 1958, died in 1996. I lived through the first Voldemort war, and died before the end of the second. I lived through this time, but I was not affected like so many of you. I cannot fathom the hardships and conflicts that were lived through. Perhaps I live a more frivolous life. I lived amongst Muggles during my youth, and after school. I pursued music, rock and roll and pleasure seeking. I did not feel the cold steely touch of war. I cannot and will not dismiss your resentment or feelings of betrayal. It is not my place to tell you how to feel. I can only wish you all find here in this place something worth living for beyond your pasts and futures. A shining thing, something precious, a thing worth overcoming adversity and aids you in mending, as you see fit, the bridges that have not been completely been burned and laid to waste.
I am an only child. I had only my mother to raise me. My kind is quite rare. Vampires so rarely have offspring. I am an oddity, not unheard of but not common place. I never met my father. I never learned his name. And yet I bare my mother no ill will. She raised me with love and compassion, understanding and joy. I don't know if many of you know how lucky you truly are. I have no siblings or cousins, aunts or uncles. I'll never have children of my own to come here. I never found that in life and the chances of it happening for someone like me, human-vampire are slim to none. I cannot speak for your troubles, and I do not mean to undermine your feelings or cares, but perhaps sometimes instead of thinking of how much you have lost, remember how much you stand to gain.
I'm not here to stir the pot tonight. I'm here to give you the chance to speak. Without judgement. Without fear of persecution. What I offer to you this evening is a chance to be heard. And I invite you to speak with me. And perhaps you do not want to reveal to me your name. If so give me another, an alias. That's fine. I'm not here to pry. It is not my intent. My heart is always open. My mind free and willing.
Speak to me about anything you wish. Serious or not. Perhaps my words tonight, if you wish and it triggers a thought. Your own musings, also welcome. Want to request a song? Also can be done. I'll be here for several hours. Plug in your microphones, and press the button on the handle to speak. It will connect here at the wireless and Lee, who is a bloody god sent will pick up each speaker as the calls chime in and get you on air.
And while we set up, please listen to this song. It's one by the band I quoted earlier. Even if this music isn't too your liking, listen to the words. Use them as food for thought. I'll be dreaming too, as the lyrics will tell you. And after it comes to a close, press your button. I await your calls.