The radio crackled to life, a comfortably aged voice sidling in over the static and gravel crunching under tire treads.
"Good morning, listeners. It's Greg Willowburgh, how you all doin' this morning?" The speaker paused to take a drink of some likely nefariously overly caffeinated beverage.
"It's a bit of a slow morning here in Fairfield, Saturday morning and all, not too many people getting out of bed and out on the roads. But I know I've got a few dedicated listeners out there, even at this hour, so I'm here for you, always."
"Today's Top Story: Well, listeners, I'm sure we all know what today is, the anniversary of the strange occurances up on Taylor Hill," A 'spooky' sound effect played for a moment, "When the Carter family: Ethan Carter, his wife Liza, his mother Lillian and their three children, Daniel, Lucy and Jennifer all vanished during the night of March 11th, 1986. The family car was still present, nothing had been touched. It was as if they'd all just gotten up and walked out into the night."
"There was a remaining boarder, a Mr. Jonathan Carter, Mr. Carter's brother, who was questioned by the police but, due to his presence at UniCorp's offices in Albany, no evidence could be linked to him, for his part, he plead ignorance to the whole affair, expressing shock and distress over his brother's family's disappearance."
"Still, listeners, that Mr. Carter didn't stick around long, I'm not one to judge a man based on hearsay, but I reckon he had something to do with it, still, the past is the past, and the best we can do is hope that, wherever they are, it's a better place. Now, for brighter news, the annual Fairfield Marathon is coming up soon, so I hope you've been training up..."
"Least someone seems to be having an interesting morning," Groused your chaperone, Mr. Remington, he looked bleary-eyed and unhappy, but not unhappy enough to listen to attempts to drop you off and say you did your jobs before hand, "Least it should be done quick, I missed breakfast."
"Aw, c'mon teach, you always go on and on about 'breakfast is important' and you blow it off? Rookie move, man. You'll never have the get-up-and-go if you trudge on through!"
The cheery voice that comes from the back of the van belongs to one Leon Lombardo, local horn-dog, this wouldn't have been his first time getting dragged out for community service, and it wouldn't be the last.
"I'm personally lookin' forward to that Marathon, hear the prize money this year's gonna be sick. Gonna go down to the City for a nice weekend, grab some of those high-maintenance city girls and-"
"No one's interested in your sodomy, Lombardo," Came the soft, cold tone from the middle, Gabriella Jainsworth, she was an unexpected presence in the van, what's a good Christian girl like her doing in weekend detention?
"You pollute the very air around you with your sin, confess and repent your ways before the Lord and your soul may still have some dignity."
Oh, right.
Leon leered, "Yeah I bet you'd know all about that, Miss Nun-too-holy."
"Quiet down back there!" Came the bark from the front, "We only got a few minutes left until we get there, and I'm not interested in your shit."
Remarkably, his authority managed to chain back the tide of holy wrath rising in the middle of the van, and she collapsed back into her seat with a huff.
The van slunk back into a sullen, early morning silence, interrupted solely by the opening tunes of some new song.
"Y'know, some people may not care for the language, but for me this song's just one to sit back and just chill to, just have a nice Saturday morning, because everything's gonna be alright. Because I'll tell you something folks, a nice chilled out attitude? That's what I got."
You've all got a few minutes to kill until you reach your destination, what do you do?
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This is a nice, slow intro section to tide y'all over, think of it as the pre-title crawl sequence. You'll arrive at the House this weekend, so say your piece, chill, or don't say anything at all. Just a nice quiet section to get a feel for your character and each other.