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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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