#hostjohncameron

[pilot-katsuragi]

Host John Cameron of The Orbiting Human Circus of the Air #OHC #OrbitingHumanCircusOfTheAir #JohnCameron #HostJohnCameron #OrbitingHumanCircus (at Riverside Productions)

[snicketsquadron]

How Kit Takes a Vacation

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A large wooden box was certainly an interesting way to travel. Curled up inside, Kit Snicket had to rely on sound to figure out where she was. The last thing she needed was to pop out in front of the wrong person. So Kit kept her ears pricked: The rumble of traffic. A woman with a strong accent giving orders. Someone with a Boston accent- what was he doing in Paris? - commented on how large the box was. She felt herself being lifted and moved. 

At last, stillness and quiet. Unless Kit was very mistaken, she was in John Cameron’s dressing room. And if she was sorely mistaken, well, she would find her way out of trouble somehow. Kit unlatched the box from within and stood, glad for the chance to finally stretch her stiff and cramped muscles.

“Hello John.”    

[vfdlibrarian-archives]

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“Well, would you have notes of who you would have been sent out with at least? We might be able to track them down and make some progress into just how you came to be in this alleyway,” John suggested as it slowly dawned on him that he hadn’t ever properly introduced himself to the librarian. He wasn’t exactly new to the organization and yet somehow, their paths had not crossed until this night. And he still wasn’t exactly sure why he had been sent to the alley outside of vague notion of providing backup to someone.

“I’m John, by the way. John Cameron. And I suppose the logic for why they’d send the librarian is about the same as to why they’d send a radio host.”

“John Cameron. Of course.” That explained the familiarity of the voice. And how Dewey hadn’t met him before; if anyone was going to be flying to Paris it wasn’t Dewey. Unless now, that was. “And why were you sent?” He asked, looking up at the host quizzically. “Were you sent on the same task I was, or was I just an unfortunate run-in? And did you happen to see anyone... near me?”

[sunstreakerapologist]

@hostjohncameron It was weird, taking a break to eat in the middle of the night. It was also weird to sleep so much during the day, but maybe he just liked it better that way. Work was more easily done when there was no one to interrupt him, and the stars never seemed to mind him the way he was. For awhile he felt he was alone in this, until he saw John sitting at his desk around the same time Oliver had come to begin work on his office. That was awhile ago, and he was certainly more used to it now. It made the eating feel a little less weird. "You know my sister is the worst cook I have ever met," Oliver vegan, glancing down at the meal he had made for himself. "Thank god one of us knows how to make meatloaf without burning down the house." He shifted, leaning against an unpainted part of the wall. "She does make some decent cookies though, I brought some. You can have a couple if you want." "Can you cook John? I don't think I've ever asked you before."

[vfdlibrarian]

@hostjohncameron liked for a starter!

     Dewey was panting by the time he got to the station, looking frantically about for his associate. It wasn’t long before he approached John’s office, knocking on the door with an armful of documents that were from seven different years. He waited for the door to open, leaning against it with one shoulder and trying not to spill his files. 

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☜

     Dewey reached into the bag he carried at his side, handing the man an envelope. At six years old he was already the most prominent mail carrier/stamp licker/letter organizer-in-training that the town had ever seen, or so he was told by Jim, the man who worked the desk. He took pride in his work, too. Within a few months he had been promoted from having to work in a dark, musty back room to actually being allowed to deliver the mail - within a few blocks. 

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“You need to rest now. Don’t move.” ((from hostjohncameron))

Dewey narrowed his eyes, trying to see the man better. That voice was familiar, but like a long forgotten song, he couldn’t quite place where he’d heard it. “I didn’t realize this was a sad occasion,” he said quietly, bracing himself to fight or flee should the man turn out to be a foe. 

[radioaspirations]

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The silence  that has fallen upon all of Paris, as most of its citizens are tucked nicely tucked tightly into their beds, dreaming of charming Crickets that weave the most enchanting of tales, is suddenly disturbed.

“U-Um...excuse me! J-Jo--uh--no, no, wait--h-host--um--Mr...Cameron...sir...?”

Nervous stuttering and aggressive, but gentle knocks against one very exhausted and shattered  man’s door breaks the city’s collective peace, as the sky begins to slowly begins to grow lighter again.

Julian the Janitor’s entire body shivers as he stands outside the door to John Cameron’s humble home, from intense and overwhelming fear, anxiety, and the burdening weight of his conscience...and from a night as frigid and unforgiving as he anticipated the host would most likely be upon finding him there. It had grown so late by the time he finished his usual rounds of cleaning at the Eiffel Tower, and that John Cameron may be trying to get some rest does cross his mind, of course.

But…

“Mr. Cameron, p-please...please, open the door...I-I really need to talk to you! I-I mean...I...think we should talk...about...what happened...don’t you?” The flurry of knocks continues, echoing through the quiet alleys and corridors. “I...just--I..wanna apologize. Please. I-It won’t take long, I promise.”