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Under the sickly shimmering rays of the Baby Sun, a strange crop grew. Loudspeakers on stems periscoped from the ground, their heads half-telephonic, half-fungal in appearance. Their passage upward through the soil was marked by an obscene squelching, capped by a jaunty pop!

They popped up all over the grounds, spaced apart widely enough to allot coverage of a given area efficiently. They popped up like mushrooms. Apart from the squelching, they issued no sound for a full hour after the last loudspeaker had emerged.

Then the psychological warfare began. The loudspeakers began to play music.

The playtime was continuous; the playlist, idiosyncratic. The volume fluctuated. Occasionally a song would be broadcast loudly, to catch the attention of those who might have filtered the music into an unnoticed background. Then the music would return to a more tolerable level, something like the Muzak in a supermarket.

Well pleased with its work, the Baby Sun chuckled and gurgled its glee.

(( OOC: Please add to the playlist, in the Hat's journal post for that purpose :D The only guideline is that the songs cannot break the fourth wall. They can be songs that are meaningful to your character or come from their canon, if you like, provided this doesn't break the fourth wall. They can be songs that are about your character's canon, e.g., Hawkwind's songs about Elric of Melnibone, as long as the fourth wall isn't broken thereby. No visuals accompany the Baby Sun's loudspeakers, any OOC links to YouTube notwithstanding.

It is possible to attack and to destroy the periscopes. Their skins will be made of a hard metallic substance, their insides spongy and pinkish. More will grow to replace any that are uprooted or harvested. If uprooted, a periscope will continue to broadcast until its speaker-head is destroyed.))

Date: 2009-10-26 03:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callmewednesday.livejournal.com
Mr. Wednesday came outside. He stood grey-faced in the bilious sunlight.

"Won't do any good," he called to the demon kicking down loudspeaker-stalks. "They're like the heads of a hydra."

Date: 2009-10-26 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prettypendulum.livejournal.com
"Yeah, but it makes me feel better," he shouted, snarling as he uprooted a stalk, crushed the speaker with his fist and threw it as far as he could. Which was quite a distance. He kicked at the three more that sprang up in their place then paused, trying to catch his breath.

He tilted his head towards the stranger. "Haven't met you before," he said between gasps. "I'm Kuronue."

Date: 2009-10-26 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callmewednesday.livejournal.com
"You can call me Wednesday," said Wednesday, because that was his thing. "Too bad the damned thing doesn't take requests." He squinted up at the baby sun. Squinted with only one eye. The other remained completely open and untroubled.

"Ever know something's going to happen, and nothing can change it?"

Date: 2009-10-26 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prettypendulum.livejournal.com
"Not I can't say I have." Kuronue straightened and wandered over to Wednesday, pausing as a thought occurred. He began crushing the speakers with a screech of metal, leaving them in the ground. It made them quieter, at least. There was still at least hundreds left.

"I've never heard such dreadful music," he complained.

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