[Forward dated] Bunkercast... 2! [OPEN]

[tempingainteasy]

Who: Flan, April, and anyone
When: mid-late September
What: podcast, the sections of which will be toplevelled
Where: Ship PA, Friday's desk

Around 2pm, amidst the now lush jungle of flowers and foliage on the ship, a familiar-to-most voice comes over the intercom.

"Goooooooood afternoon Serena Eterna and welcome to the first-ever shipside edition of the Bunkercast! I’m Flan and today I’m joined by my co-host Mayday! Say hi Mayday!"

A voice not familiar (but not too not familiar) to nearly all wearing a name also unfamiliar takes over.

"Don't tell me what to do." they say, the audio-only medium truly making them sound neutral.

( My coworker, My coworker? And me )

((ooc: the format of this post is each section of the 'cast will have its own toplevel for people to reply to if they want to send in responses and commentary! OR talk amongst yourselves about the podcast you are being forced to hear, or track these two down to the front desk!))

[open] flowers grow out of my grave

[light_mischief]

Who: Skulduggery Pleasant and YOU
What: It's flower time baby!!!
When: September
Where: chatterbox, the atrium, and bellona
Warnings: hallucinations, general irritability, also straight-up hostility and a whole hanahaki thing going on with the flowers that make you hate everything. while that's mostly centered in one prompt, the irritable effects are felt throughout the month.
Notes: HMU if you want to negotiate specifics of any negative CR. if you play close family CR to Skulduggery and want to hit up the lily prompt, please let me know so we can determine potential fallout.

( when i think about you... )

If this is paradise I wish I had a lawnmower [OTA]

[hate_gettin_older]

Who: Edgar and all comers
When: September
Where: Around the Serena Eterna
What: Amnesia, attempted strangling, touchstarvedness, you know, the usual. The prompts below are occurring in no particular order over the course of the month.
Warnings: Game-typical angst, canon-typical angst, constant f-bombs, further warnings as events warrant.

( Years ago I was an angry young man ...  )