#callers

[yesterdaysprint]

The Wichita Beacon, Kansas, December 26, 1921

[livingdeadgirl676]

Tiffy from Raw Time

[radiofreesanjak]

connection.find(omni_net)

connection established

user.id.password(Y/N)

(Y)

{password entered}

user verified - terminal-velocity-max

"Good time of day Mistral. Now that I'm out of the hospital and settled in I'd like to meet and talk. I believe I could be of help. Especially so with the Sand raiders.

Hope to use my skills for a worthy cause for once."

-Max

Omni traffic is thin right now, so feel free to come by the station. I'll leave the door unlocked for you.

-Mistral

$ setline busy >//[OMNIHOOK.LOCAL: The local administrative communications line has been set to busy. All traffic will be put on hold except for designated emergency codes.] @terminal-velocity-max

With a sigh, Mistral sets the line to busy on the comms panel and turns to the rest of the station. It's not quite a mess but a jumble in there, what was once a temporary building now turned into a combination communications hub and salvage station. Mistral— a short, dark-skinned person with cropped graying hair turned white at the temples— sits smoking at a desk held up in part by cinderblocks, wires from the comms station in a jumble across the ground leading to a door.

The rest of the room is a mess of parts: one wall piled high with old mech salvage, a wall of shelves with unlabeled polymer bins, one of which has "NO" written on the side and emits faint buzzing, some unfinished project left on a bench near the doorway. At the center of the room is the only organized spot in the sea of chaos: a pair of anachronistically fine armchairs set around a small table upon which a kettle and tea set collect dust.

There was a time Mistral wanted to organize this place enough to make it a respectable meeting spot, but that fight has been waged and lost. Besides, they know there's some book around here that talks about the necessity of shedding respectability in favor of the movement. They just wish, sometimes, that they could get a decent game of kapkat in without that subaltern stabbing a pool-noodle clad arm onto the table.

No use fixing it now. Mistral stabs the remaining stub of their cigarette into an overflowing ash tray left next to the omnihook and stands. They take the kettle in one hand and unlock the station door on the way past.

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Neil Shapiro - Mind Call - Major - 1978

[spawnradio]

the 10 bears (gay men) option

Jesus Christ

[shoeboxofheadscarves]

if u were a cat youd be a cornish rex. specifically a brown one. charis rex

u have no idea how much this means to me id like to give u a bouquet of flowers n big face kisses actually

same image

the way they describe a Cornish Rex is how my friends describe me

^ me rn

[nighttime-radio]

I'd figure there is not much light pollution wherever you are. I can't imagine how pretty the outside must be.

it is… once you get past the existential dread of the infinite cosmos, it’s actually quite beautiful here. As you guessed, there’s no light pollution here since the radio station is the only building around in many many light years. The sky is so much more colorful than simple black and white. There are reds, oranges, blues, purples, all swirling around in rocks and stardust. And sometimes you can even see creatures floating around in the void. Like a space whale or a turtle! They usually tend to keep away from the station, but sometimes if I’m lucky, a school of these creatures will swim past! When they do I’m able to study them and try to figure out how it all works. How they can swim among the nothingness. I theorize that it has something to do with gravity, which would explain why these creatures are either unbelievably large or swim in groups! Somehow they use their own gravity and the gravity of nearby celestial objects to move themselves around! This is only a theory however and I’m still trying to study them, it’s hard to compare notes when you’re the only researcher around, so take that with a grain of salt. But I still believe it’s a fascinating thing to study. Perhaps if I learn how these creatures maneuver around space, maybe I could learn how to steer the radio station so I can actually go somewhere rather than float around aimlessly! this hope is part of the “personal research” I mentioned last night. I think the only reason I’ve been allowed to remember that part of my research is because being able to move the station could technically improve my ability to study things up close. I have a really big and really effective telescope on the roof of the station, but seeing things through a lens can only do so much. I can only imagine what I could do if I got my hands on a little more of that stardust! If it can be used as a fuel source than maybe I could use it to improve my equipment so the radio waves have an easier time of actually reaching people! The stuff I have here is pretty old school but clearly it gets the job done if I can have listeners and callers, but there’s always room for improvement! I’ll be sure to tell you if I make any breakthroughs in this research, but in the meantime I’ve been able to reorganize my notes on a few old legends on an ancient city that I’m really excited to share! But that will be all for tonight. So thank you dear caller, and any other listeners that may be out there… reporting from a little radio station in space, the Nighttime Radio bids you a Goodnight and sweet dreams as you drift off into your own adventure within your unconscious mind… And as always…

thanks for tuning in….

[venesicity]

You got the rosalind swag/pos

DEEPLY TRUE TYSM