Radio Free Mutant Town part 6: The Last DJ
Title: Radio Free Mutant Town part 6: The Last DJ
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jono, Jubilee, Angelo “Fuck you Chuck Austen”, and some OCs
Prompt: 23. Curious
Word Count: 588
Rating: PG
Summary: Jono meets the Voice of Mutant Town, and gets a few answers.
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
“Hey, boss man. Yeah. He’s right here. Innit he just? Not too hard on the eyes either.” The dark haired woman held her hand over the mouthpiece of her cell phone. “Simon’s impressed. He wants to speak with you.”
Jono barely looked up from the rumpled fives he was counting - his pay for the last hour. Brilliant, he said with a distracted air. When?
“He’s on his way down now. In fact-”
The speakers, which had been playing a song from Sweeney Todd, suddenly let out a blast of trumpets as something that looked vaguely humanoid, but mostly like a shimmer of heat coming off of pavement, fluttered into existence in the middle of the booth. -Maggie my love, you’ve done it again.-The voice came from the speakers, but the woman addressed the heat shimmer directly.
“Of course I have. This is what I do.”
Your name’s Maggie? Thought you’d be a Raven or a Stardust, something all mysterious and suchlike. Jono mused.
The voice in the speakers laughed. -Oh, I do like this one. I’m Simon. I’d shake your hand, but as you see, I haven’t really got one.-
Jono. And you sound like a bloke who can give a man a few answers.
--Maggie, have you been naughty and mysterious again?-
“I’m always that way. And I’m officially off the clock, so it’s your turn to man the board.” Maggie sauntered out of the booth, waggling her fingers in a little goodbye wave.
--So, Maggie didn’t tell you anything?-Simon asked. -Typical. Okay, what do you want to know?-
What is this, who are you, and what do you want? Jono said, ticking off each question on his fingers.
--This, my friend, is Radio Free Mutant Town, the one and only bastion of mutant kind on the airwaves. I’ve been trying to expand into public access TV, but I’ve got a face made for radio.-- The head shimmer man shifted like he was sitting down. -I’m a cyberpath… actually more like a living stream of information. I am also the owner, operator, funder, and chief DJ of this merry band of misfits. I want world peace, equality for everyone, the death of all boy bands, and to offer you a job. Next question.-
Why?
--Good one. Maggie is very good at finding things. People, stuff, whatever-she can find it. It’s her mutation. And what I’ve been having her do for the last few days is find me some fresh blood for the station. She found you, and she has never steered me wrong. So, I want to give you a job. Make music for my station. What do you say?-
***
Got a gig, Jono announced. Steady work.
Jubilee and Angelo grinned at the telepath. “So we heard, Mr. Radio Star,” Jubilee giggled.
“We got ourselves a local celebrity in the making,” Angelo mused. “Bet we could eat out on this for a while. Does Dominos take ‘my roommate is on the radio’?”
I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?
“Nope.”
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jono, Jubilee, Angelo “Fuck you Chuck Austen”, and some OCs
Prompt: 23. Curious
Word Count: 588
Rating: PG
Summary: Jono meets the Voice of Mutant Town, and gets a few answers.
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
“Hey, boss man. Yeah. He’s right here. Innit he just? Not too hard on the eyes either.” The dark haired woman held her hand over the mouthpiece of her cell phone. “Simon’s impressed. He wants to speak with you.”
Jono barely looked up from the rumpled fives he was counting - his pay for the last hour. Brilliant, he said with a distracted air. When?
“He’s on his way down now. In fact-”
The speakers, which had been playing a song from Sweeney Todd, suddenly let out a blast of trumpets as something that looked vaguely humanoid, but mostly like a shimmer of heat coming off of pavement, fluttered into existence in the middle of the booth. -Maggie my love, you’ve done it again.-The voice came from the speakers, but the woman addressed the heat shimmer directly.
“Of course I have. This is what I do.”
Your name’s Maggie? Thought you’d be a Raven or a Stardust, something all mysterious and suchlike. Jono mused.
The voice in the speakers laughed. -Oh, I do like this one. I’m Simon. I’d shake your hand, but as you see, I haven’t really got one.-
Jono. And you sound like a bloke who can give a man a few answers.
--Maggie, have you been naughty and mysterious again?-
“I’m always that way. And I’m officially off the clock, so it’s your turn to man the board.” Maggie sauntered out of the booth, waggling her fingers in a little goodbye wave.
--So, Maggie didn’t tell you anything?-Simon asked. -Typical. Okay, what do you want to know?-
What is this, who are you, and what do you want? Jono said, ticking off each question on his fingers.
--This, my friend, is Radio Free Mutant Town, the one and only bastion of mutant kind on the airwaves. I’ve been trying to expand into public access TV, but I’ve got a face made for radio.-- The head shimmer man shifted like he was sitting down. -I’m a cyberpath… actually more like a living stream of information. I am also the owner, operator, funder, and chief DJ of this merry band of misfits. I want world peace, equality for everyone, the death of all boy bands, and to offer you a job. Next question.-
Why?
--Good one. Maggie is very good at finding things. People, stuff, whatever-she can find it. It’s her mutation. And what I’ve been having her do for the last few days is find me some fresh blood for the station. She found you, and she has never steered me wrong. So, I want to give you a job. Make music for my station. What do you say?-
***
Got a gig, Jono announced. Steady work.
Jubilee and Angelo grinned at the telepath. “So we heard, Mr. Radio Star,” Jubilee giggled.
“We got ourselves a local celebrity in the making,” Angelo mused. “Bet we could eat out on this for a while. Does Dominos take ‘my roommate is on the radio’?”
I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?
“Nope.”