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fandomhigh2013-10-31 11:58 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomhigh2013-10-31 11:58 am
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Live Entertainment Appreciation, Thursday Period 5
Today when people met on the Causeway, Jonothon was looking pretty damn pleased with himself. The field trip that he'd arranged for today was something that he was especially proud of, considering he didn't have to rely on Portalocity's little surprises in order to get him what he wanted. He'd just had to beg a little, and poke around versions of history that wouldn't mind a handful of students sitting on the sidelines and watching. He was going to hold this one as a point of pride for years to come, actually.
"Good afternoon, class, and Happy Halloween," he grinned. This was his favourite day of the year. He couldn't help it; nobody cared who you were on Halloween. You could be anyone, and today he was going to be a teacher taking his students to a radio station some seventy-five years ago. "The radio play, an audio performance made specifically for the audio broadcast medium, is an art that's mostly dead in its original form, though it lives on today in podcasts- recordings distributed through the internet, rather than stories to be tuned into over the radio. That said, because of the date and a request at the start of the semester to visit an old radio station, I arranged for something special. You see, radio plays were often recorded live, such as one infamous drama in particular, which you might or might not already know about. For those who aren't familiar with Orson Welles' historic broadcast the day before Halloween three quarters of a century ago, everything you're about to hear is fiction, based on a novel by one H.G. Wells that was written some forty years earlier, and there's no cause for panic. Unfortunately, due to the nature of radio and people switching stations, many of the people listening to this particular radio drama back in the day didn't get that warning. Once you're through that portal, keep quiet- We wouldn't want the microphones to pick us up, even if we are outside the recording booth looking in."
He smirked as the portal opened into a radio station, set up with instruments and other implements to create all manner of sound effects, with a young man standing in front of a microphone, preparing for his broadcast. After a brief musical interlude and an introduction from the Mercury Theatre on the Air, the man leaned into the microphone, and he began to speak.
"We know now that in the early years of the twentieth century this world was being watched closely…"
[OOC: Open! Script for War of the Worlds is here, and you can listen to it on YouTube here.]
"Good afternoon, class, and Happy Halloween," he grinned. This was his favourite day of the year. He couldn't help it; nobody cared who you were on Halloween. You could be anyone, and today he was going to be a teacher taking his students to a radio station some seventy-five years ago. "The radio play, an audio performance made specifically for the audio broadcast medium, is an art that's mostly dead in its original form, though it lives on today in podcasts- recordings distributed through the internet, rather than stories to be tuned into over the radio. That said, because of the date and a request at the start of the semester to visit an old radio station, I arranged for something special. You see, radio plays were often recorded live, such as one infamous drama in particular, which you might or might not already know about. For those who aren't familiar with Orson Welles' historic broadcast the day before Halloween three quarters of a century ago, everything you're about to hear is fiction, based on a novel by one H.G. Wells that was written some forty years earlier, and there's no cause for panic. Unfortunately, due to the nature of radio and people switching stations, many of the people listening to this particular radio drama back in the day didn't get that warning. Once you're through that portal, keep quiet- We wouldn't want the microphones to pick us up, even if we are outside the recording booth looking in."
He smirked as the portal opened into a radio station, set up with instruments and other implements to create all manner of sound effects, with a young man standing in front of a microphone, preparing for his broadcast. After a brief musical interlude and an introduction from the Mercury Theatre on the Air, the man leaned into the microphone, and he began to speak.
"We know now that in the early years of the twentieth century this world was being watched closely…"
[OOC: Open! Script for War of the Worlds is here, and you can listen to it on YouTube here.]
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(Zhari)
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Lecture!
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Not any of the sisters, that was for sure!
War of the Worlds!
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She had no problems understanding why people had panicked after a performance like this!
Talk to Jono!
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Any and all complaints that Jono had ever had about Portalocity in the past, he was going to completely forgive, now. That had been pretty fantastic.
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He tilted his head for a moment in thought, and then held up a finger to excuse himself.
"Be right back, mate. Hold that thought."
And lo, Jono returned a few minutes later with the station manager in tow, having talked him into a brief tour for the student who was taking a keen interest in all of the radio's inner workings.
"He says it's fine for you to go looking around," Jono reported, "just be sure to be quiet while the on-air light is on and don't go poking at everything. But I figure that's a given for anyone who's worked in broadcast before, so I have every faith you won't end up breaking anything. Isn't that right?"
It had better be right, Cecil. Jono was giving you the pointed raised eyebrow, after all.
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"I'll hold the portal for a while for you," Jono added, once all of the normals were out of earshot. "Take your time, Cecil. I'm not in any hurry to get back to the island, anyhow."
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And then he dashed off to put himself elbow-deep - but carefully! - in whatever he could find.
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"... Weird lad," he murmured to himself, giving his head a shake before pulling his phone from his pocket to get Portalocity to give his portal back to the island a little bit more leeway.
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... Can I take this class?
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