#delta!au

[inportant-spam-rsvp]

New art style I've developed for a specific AU that I can only describe as Literary Gothic. The style is crosshatching to emphasize the uncanny aura, much like the horror of the period ^^

This shadowing kills braincells, fair warning.

He's wearing an Arlecchino's mask (theater student hours XD) that forces his mouth open, so now he's just permanently ruined his face-

This one is enamoured with the surface world and the morning sky, keeping the shadow crystal on him in a monocle frame at all times.

And his left eye is gone-

STAY POSTED

[kscs-the-radiostar]

:Signal Standing By:

[inportant-spam-rsvp]

Some beta designs of my Loan Shark Spamton from my AU DeltaCollector. I'm sorry how rough it is ^^;

A Swatch for reference XD

[kscs-the-radiostar]

(to purple) ..ah. well..the sun's nice. hot, but it's always been that way. how are you doing?

- 🪶

"So you are a Lightner-"

:this line has been disconnected:

:please call a different line:

[kscs-the-radiostar]

[ Ask for CYAN ] don't know if this is the number ... uh - hello ? (💧)

The phone rings in their hand, quickly clattering to the floor. Cici was not ready-

". . . . . . . ." they freeze. " E LLO HHTERE!! Who were you expecting to call, actually;;;;;;;"

The salespitch they practiced has gone out the window, sputtering and spiralling as they try to find their footing on a wrong number call.

"...can i seel you an >[airfryer]?"

:the connection is on standby:

:would yoh like to redial?:

[kscs-the-radiostar]

[ Ask for GREEN ] Hi, err- what's all that stuff going on there? Everything good? (🍃)

The shuffle and scuffle continues as Uncle Addy lifts the phone back to his... ear?

"I-I-Im so sorry about that-"

||anon asks||

He's puzzled for a moment, gathering his wits. "OH, oh that's just the children. It's never dull around here, a-and never, NEVER is it unwelcoming. I-I'm sure about that," he pleads. Seems this man can never catch his breath.

"We are running out of spare rooms though... too many orphans are still all alone out there, and it breaks my heart..."

The screaming returns.

"L-Cee noooo! Put the bottle down! Put. The bottle. Do-" he's cut off by another child.

"TAKE IT OUTSIDE, L!!" they cheer.

"Shush! I-if you lose it outside, we won't have any shampoo left for our hair. You don't wanna lose your hair, do you?" As threatening as a statement like that should be, he never so much as condescends them.

"...no," the child bemoans.

"Good, now go and get your little boop troop ^^ we need to clean up before lunch," he states, assuredly. A glimmer of pride in the wet towel of a man, quickly snuffed by the sound of a dodgeball.

"GHHKS-"

:the connection has expired:

:would you like to redial?:

[kscs-the-radiostar]

// ( quick question whatre the guidelines on asks that we can send ? )

Oooooooooooo- a question for me-

I think the guidelines are fairly simple:

○ stipulate who you're asking the question to, by name or color, otherwise it goes to me;

○ be mindful of where the people are in the scene, as you contact THEM and they can miss your call;

○ anon magic shenaniganery is currently off, only because it's the first chapter

○ and if you want to be a frequent caller, c'mon in to the discord and claim an acronym or emoji ^^ you can remain anonymous of course! This is caller coordination between callers;

Other than that, you could be an absolute a * * hat in your asks and be perfectly fine.

-signed, Operator

[kscs-the-radiostar]

lost lightner music? that sounds cool!

wait what do you mean by "lost"?

The song trails off, quietly ending in some far off feeling, trying to drag you away with it like a comfort blanket. And Swing holds the button to speak.

"Bienvenue, caller. You are on the air," he sings, low and sweet.

||anon asks||

"...Y'know I was going to say somethin' about all the history questions we're getting to today, but I'll just keep the ball rolling," he gripes.

"You ever notice the lack of Lightners 'round here, hombre? We darkners are all that's left. We lost a good deal of Lightner contact and such when the Crash happened. Lives were lost, friends were lost, MINDS were lost -gosh, Q most of all- , and the Lightners were lost. That's why down here, we call it Lost Code..."

He peters off a quick sigh, pondering a moment before reapproaching the mic.

"Music is the only thing we found left of the lightners, but we had to look for it. Hence, lost. That answer your question, caller?" He puffs mellifluously. Even with all this heavy topic, he keeps bouncing back.

"..I hope so ♡ we've got a real pleasant song coming up to help all you late burners power through the slow trudge."

:the connection is on standby:

:would you like to redial?: