WART #60 with Mel and Brice.

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Brice: *is walking around Hogwarts with Mel's hand in a firm grip, subconsciously looking for a place to make out when he suddenly stumbles across the WART studio and is Intrigued* What's this now?

Mel: Oh, that's just the WART studio. The radio thing. I did a broadcast once, with a girl called Tracy. We didn't get on.

Brice: Radio, huh? I was told there was a place like this. Wonder if they've got any Astral Garbage here. *pulls her into the studio, checking stuff out* Hm, 21st century technology... How hard can it be? *begins to look though the records*

Mel: Probably not Astral Garbage. And...oh, what the hell, it'll be hilarious. *pulls out Livin' For The Weekend (covered by the Sugababes)*

Brice: Hm, a little too... sugary for me. Hey now, what's this. *puts on Spooks with Things I've Seen* Not so bad, this one...

Mel: *amazed* You're into rap?! The things you learn...*shakes her head, amazed* Sorry, babe. In my century, rap's being blamed for all kinds of violence.

Brice: I'm a man of varied tastes, sweetheart... People blaming music for violence in your century? Strange.

Mel: Well, you know. As long as it takes the blame off the government...you gotta remember the politicians and the wars in my time. OK, to prove my tastes are as varied as yours: The Rasmus' In The Shadows that totally doesn't remind of early me and you.

Brice: Hey, that's much better! Tastes-wise. The lyrics are a bit stalkerish, don't you think? *coughs* Okay. So no, they haven't got any Astral Garbage here. Pretty bloody useless radio station... Anyway, this one, I think we have to play. This I base on the band's name alone. Seriously. That's just freaky. *plays Alive by P.O.D.*

Mel: Yeah. Can't think where I got the idea it would be a good idea to play such a song--Brice, playing a song by a band called POD? *listens* Well...it's a helluva lot more cheerful than what I would have expected.

Brice: Yeah, I don't think actual PODs are behind it... I have a difficult time picturing them shake their booties to this. And it makes for weird mental images.

Mel: POD booty? I'm too shocked to giggle. Actually, I think I need to go and lie down. Hey, a song for us. *plays First Date by Blink 182 *

Brice: Aw, how sweet... Were you that nervous, darling? *grins*

Mel: *snorts* No. *is patently lying* I never have to worry about my hair. *coughs* And stop teasing me or I'll play That Song.

Brice: *eyes widen* You wouldn't.

Mel, evilly: Oh, I would.

Brice: I'll shut up, then. And play something to clean my mind from That Song. *sighs and plays Marilyn Manson with The Fight Song*

Mel: *evil, evil, evil grin* Oh no, angel boy, that's not going to save you now.

Brice: Don't you dare!

Mel: Yeah? And what's worth my silence?

Brice: *sighs* Anything. But I have this strange feeling that it won't help much. I know that grin.

Mel: Good boy. It's worthless putting up a fight. *loudly* Hey, this is our song. Once, he sang along to it for me. *plays Breaking Free from High School Musical*

Brice: *growls* I DID NOT. You take that back right NOW, Beeby, or I swear to GOD I'll throw you into the lake!

Mel: Yeah, as if I can't fly. Which reminds me! He FLEW whilst doing it!

Brice: *there is a sound of someone hastily putting his hand over someone's lips, and then a muffled hiss* Say one more word of this, and I'll ask Lola for a recording of you singing in the shower, and I'll PLAY it the next time I'm on the air, and it will be SOON.

Mel: *is unusually silent*

Brice: *dangerously* Do we have a deal, Miss Beeby?

Mel: ...I can still tease you about it in private, yeah?

Brice: *hits himself over the forehead* Bringing you to that teahouse really stripped me of my bad boy qualities, did it?

Mel: No man can withstand that much pink unless he's completely made of testosterone. And I like my men less hulking and hairy.

Brice: *absently* Good to know. *takes out a record, plays Under the Gun by The Killers* Well, I'm dedicating the first four lines of this song to you, sweetheart. Shame on you for telling such horrible lies about me. Shame, shame.

Mel: *chokes* I'm so gonna get you for that. *completely ignores that it was her fault in the first place*

Brice: And I am looking forward to it. *grins* It's fun, this radio thing. You've done it before, tell me, what happens now?

Mel: Well, you either bow out gracefully or the listening audience would probably prefer not to listen to what happens next...mine ended in a fight.

Brice: *raises an eyebrow* I really hope you won?

Mel: She's popcorn now. And I'm not. So.

Brice: Huh. All right, then, no fighting! I don't want to turn into popcorn. That would suck. Would you settle for a graceful bow and then perhaps some light snogging? *grins* Though maybe the audience wouldn't like listening to that very much...

Mel: ...*sarcastically* Yes, Brice, I'm really going to snog you after you've said that and told everyone I was viciously lying about Breaking Free. Graceful bow-out and then I can maybe deign to think about kissing you again.

Brice: Mmm, that's good enough for me, babe. *to the listeners* Well, ta then, darlings. Stay in school. Learning is good. Watch out for bad vibes and eat your green vegetables, yeah?

Mel: You're unbelievable, and not in a good way. *sighs* Well, audience, it's that special, special time where you can ask for songs. I may or may not be in here; same goes for my co-host, Brice de Winter. But request away.

Brice: Yeah. Knock yourselves out. We're on pins and needles, over here.