Laying Down the Sick Beats

Welcome to WTTG 89.5, where we lay down the sickest of beats and hottest of burns. Tune in for the music, stay for irony. [Blog attached to the Protostuck AU for the Protomen and Homestuck fandoms.]

[wttgradio]

Hey Triple B. Where are you?

[wttgradio]

Actually, trying to discourage Triple B.

Because I’d rather she not get herself turned into a walking episode of Leave it to Beaver.

That show fucking sucks.

[hopestillrides-deactivated20151]

Thank god you’ve got some common sense.

I don’t think any of us want a repeat of Joey…

[wttgradio]

I just would like my best other-world sis to not end up being not herself.

[hopestillrides-deactivated20151]

WHY ARE WE ENCOURAGING KES TO BLOW THINGS UP

NO THIS IS HOW WE GET CAUGHT AND BRAINWASHED 

[wttgradio]

Actually, trying to discourage Triple B.

Because I'd rather she not get herself turned into a walking episode of Leave it to Beaver.

That show fucking sucks.

[deeptrancebeats]

Hey. Triple B.

Hey WTTG.

Do you know how to create a long-range fuse?

[wttgradio]

Sticking to the outskirts for now. Only white on me is my tank top.

That and I don’t go anywhere without my katana.

I think someone spotted me earlier and wasn’t sure what to make of it.

[deeptrancebeats]

Yeah, you’d have peacekeepers on you like flies for that.

Tank is fine. I’ll be there in a sec.

[wttgradio]

Awesome.

Look forward to seeing you.

[deeptrancebeats]

Hey. Triple B.

Hey WTTG.

Do you know how to create a long-range fuse?

[wttgradio]

Not sure. However, I need you to get your ass over here. I kind of stick out here, what with my sick shades and impeccable fashion sense.

[deeptrancebeats]

What? Where the fuck are you man?

And if you’re in any kind of white, nobody’ll notice you.

[wttgradio]

Sticking to the outskirts for now. Only white on me is my tank top.

That and I don't go anywhere without my katana.

I think someone spotted me earlier and wasn't sure what to make of it.

[deeptrancebeats]

Hey. Triple B.

Hey WTTG.

Do you know how to create a long-range fuse?

[wttgradio]

Not sure. However, I need you to get your ass over here. I kind of stick out here, what with my sick shades and impeccable fashion sense.

[wttgradio]

Hey. rox said to ask you about ways to prevent robots from meddling in my plan to knock a dumbfuck off a Ducati before they commit stupicide.

…

Okay, what did Triple B do now?

[maskedvagrant]

Based on my observations?

Your buddy’s being Peacekeeper bait.

So Rox said you’re the guy who knows how to help distract tnhem all.

[wttgradio]

Dammit Triple B.

Lemme see if I can figure out which rifts to take. I have a loose map Roxy and I made.

[wttgradio]

Hey. rox said to ask you about ways to prevent robots from meddling in my plan to knock a dumbfuck off a Ducati before they commit stupicide.

...

Okay, what did Triple B do now?

[askthewaywardamnesiac-deactivat]

Aftermath of Lacuna

[askthewaywardamnesiac-deactivat]

"Sup WTTG. Had t’ make sure this shi’ still worked beyon’ th’ automa’ed music. I may no’ be th’ broadcaster this city needs, but I may as well be th’ one i’ deserves. Or some shi’. I think tha’s from a movie."

[wttgradio]

"Pffft. I can understand that. It's been pretty quiet lately, and it's worrying." He frowned, leaning back in his chair. "You have any idea what's been going on over there?"

[wttgradio]

This is for someone we haven't heard from in a while.

We know she likes music like this, and maybe this'll bring her out of hiding.

Pain by Funker Vogt on Grooveshark

[askthewaywardamnesiac-deactivat]

Aftermath of Lacuna

It’d been months since a solid job had come in. The JR Gang had fallen into disuse, the supplies divided between the members and the name retired. John kept up the ‘Jay’ persona, but was working solo, mainly in Roxy’s world more than his own, maintaining his radio outpost as an emergency crashspace in case things ever went south.

One day, he decided to dust off the radio equipment, which he hadn’t used for a while now.

That day was today.

"Uh, ‘ey, is this shit on?"

"This is WJAY, is anyone ou’ there?"

[wttgradio]

Dirk had been busy. Between dealing with Wily's Snipers, the occasional loyal idiot, and trying to run the radio station while researching and working on his and Roxy's pet project, he hadn't really socialized much beyond the occasional exchange with Roxy's boyfriend. Oh, and Nepeta's insistence on dragging him into occasional shenanigans.

It was a surprise to hear another radio signal, though. Triple B hadn't been live in...a long while (he was getting worried about the kid), and Jay had been busy with other shit. So hearing Jay's voice pipe up, he chuckled and flipped on his mic.

"Hey WJAY. WTTG here. Glad to hear you picking up the equipment again, radio bro."

[askthewaywardamnesiac-deactivat]

Wait. WTTG.

[ENCRYPTED]

Dirk is this more a’ yer ‘old entertainment’ shit?

[wttgradio]

[[Encrypted]] It is indeed, radiobro.

[wttgradio]

That anime made no sense.

And yet I love it.

It's gotta be the giant robots.

[wttgradio]

But you shoot people down with a machine gun, bro.

What the fuck?

[wttgradio]

Already this thing makes no sense.

[wttgradio]

...Wait.

People in space?

[askthewaywardamnesiac-deactivat]

[ENCRYPTED]

Yeah, jus’, aim fer th’optic. If y’ge’ it dead center, th’ Sniper’s toast.

If y’can’t make tha’ shot, cable on th’back a’ th’ head, obviously.

So, uh, find any sweet jams recen’ly? Yer frequency’s been relatively quie’.

[wttgradio]

[[Encrypted]] Advice is appreciated.

Working on queuing them all up. Want to make sure this radio silence doesn’t happen again.

[askthewaywardamnesiac-deactivat]

[ENCRYPTED]

Yeah, personally I jus’ throw shit up whenever I can.

This frequency started ou’ as jus’ a comms signal for th’ JR Gang, a’course. Y’can thank Kes fer inspirin’ me t’ start broadcastin’ on it beyond th’ music loop I had goin’ durin’ th’ dead air.

[wttgradio]

[[Encrypted]] Music's just another type of rebellion, radiobro.

Triple-B's a good kid. Need to check in with her more.