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WHO: Everyone with their wireless turned on
WHEN: Tuesday Afternoon
WHAT: GOOD AFTERNOON NEVERLAND!
Close enough to Neverland, aren't we? We're kind of the Lost Boys, but aging is, obviously, still possible. Some of us regress while others are ancient overnight. I mean you Professor Dumbledore. How long is that beard now anyway?
I've listened to my past broadcasts, and I don't have any words of wisdom or some heartfelt message for what's happening right now. All I have is a song that I just came across that made me laugh.
This one's for all of you who keep changing ages on us. Fade In
WHEN: Saturday Morning
WHERE: Every wireless in town that's turned on.
WHAT: ( Broadcast )
WHO: Lee Jordan & Katie Bell
WHAT: Lee wakes up in a bed that's not his, with a girl wrapped around him
WHEN: Late Monday Night/Early Tuesday Morning
WHERE: The Bungalow that was Katie's Cottage
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Closed//Ongoing
( If this is a dream, don't ever wake me up. )
WHEN: Monday Night, 10:30 PM
WHERE: Every wireless in town that's turned on.
WHAT: As the end of this song fades out, Lee begins to speak.
It's half past 10. Thanks for still listening. It's not that late, but we've been working hard to put this place to rights. We should be in bed. We should give our loved ones hugs and kisses. Tuck the kids in. Wish them goodnight and sweet dreams. Pull that someone special close. Or a friend. Hugs are hugs.
I'm in a sentimental mood tonight, my friends. It's my mam's birthday. I know I'm there to give her a hug, remind her she's not as old as she thinks. But I'm here, too. I'm near 40, and there are times when, uh...I still want my mother.
We're making this place stronger. We're building a foundation that will keep us safe. We will be ready for whatever this place throws at us next. We'll try to be. There are some things you can't prepare for. Wildest dreams and worst nightmares, and it still doesn't prepare you for some things.
long pause
I'm sorry I'm a downer tonight. I'm being sappy, sentimental, homesick, and you lot aren't my captive therapists. Captive audience, yes, but that means I should entertain you. Give you something to dance to, or fall asleep to. So, here. Don't mind this old man.
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WHEN: Saturday Evening
WHERE: Every wireless in town.
WHAT: At a quarter to six, every wireless in town powered on with this song playing.
Look what I fixed. Did you miss me, town? I missed you. Even if I have been around and doing things with the rest of the sanitation team. Picking up after you lot is a lot of work, but I felt this was necessary. I mean, we need music to work by. If I'm wrong, then you should turn me off now, but turning me on is more fun.
I'm very impressed with the way this town has banned together to put things to right. I'm more glad to see people healing and returning. I'm still worried about some of you. You know who you are. If you don't, I'm doing something wrong, and I'll fix it. If there's anything you want to hear while you work, leave me a note in the journals, and I'll be sure to add it to the list. Your musical wish is my command, but I retain the right to veto any of your choices. You can crown me and hoist me onto your shoulders soon.
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