Sorry the show's a little late today, but everything is fine. Promise. Traffic! Welcome back to Mountie John, Sergeant Carlinn and Officer O'Dwyer. A riverside vigil is being held by some of the local high school students tonight.
CW: Brief mentions of blood, injury; mention of traffic accident.
The voice of Clark Olsen is Isaac Gokarn. The voice of Martha is Daylin Chase.
Today's song was written and recorded by Jess Syratt.
Nowhere, On Air is created, voiced and produced by Jess Syratt. Cover art by Moon Hermit Crab on Instagram.
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Sorry the show's a little late today, but everything is fine. Promise. Traffic! Welcome back to Mountie John, Sergeant Carlinn and Officer O'Dwyer. A riverside vigil is being held by some of the local high school students tonight.
CW: Brief mentions of blood, injury; mention of traffic accident.
The voice of Clark Olsen is Isaac Gokarn. The voice of Martha is Daylin Chase.
Today's song was written and recorded by Jess Syratt.
Nowhere, On Air is created, voiced and produced by Jess Syratt. Cover art by Moon Hermit Crab on Instagram.
Have a small town story to tell you think our listeners might enjoy (that by no means has to be true)? Want to be one of our callers, or "sponsors"? Have questions about any of that, or anything, or just want to say hi?
We'd love to hear from you! Email us at nowhere.onair@gmail.com. Or, find us on twitter, @NowhereOnAir
For a little bit more info on the aforementioned "us," try visiting our website: https://nowhereonairpodcast.weebly.com/
Sorry the show is a little late today, folks. More on that in a moment, and by “a moment” I mean right now, because we’re moving right on to traffic:
For the present, specifically 8:38 pm on whatever day it is today: the highway’s pretty clear, with little stragglers here and there passing through like proverbial ships in the literal night to some distant shore. Apparently, the Carsons are having a neighbourhood bonfire today in their front lawn- bring your own kindle- and so third and main might be a little crowded, and just slightly on fire.
For the future, at an indeterminate time: Stay off the roads. Avoid your vehicles at all costs. Stay in your homes and barricade you and your families in a safe, secure room.
For the past: Be careful on main street when approaching the second and last set of lights about 40 minutes ago. There was an accident in that intersection. We have received a few phone calls reporting the incident and asking questions about what happened and I’ve got all the info for you folks right here.
I’m absolutely fine.
I was hit by a car on my way to work, though somehow the car vanished almost right away, but y’know sometimes these things just… happen. It was nothing too serious, no one was charged and clean up should be finished by the time this broadcast is reaching you.
To recap: yes, I was hit by a car on my way in to work. Not the most interesting thing that’s happened to me this week. Yes, our very own and very favorite Dr. Olsen is standing in the booth with Martha, and it looks like he is arguing with her- presumably insisting that I should be getting medical attention and not giving a traffic report on a community radio show.
But who, if not me, will break the static out there, in the wide open nothing, with their lovely voice and oh-so interesting stories?
I promise you, my dear friends, Dr. Olsen, and the vehicle or whatever it was that hit me, I am fine. This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten blood on the studio equipment, and it won’t be the last.
On a similar note, and no I will not elaborate, you may have noticed that even though they are returned more than 4 weeks later than we were initially promised, Constable O’Dwyer, Sergeant Carlinn, and Mountie John are back! . Considering their entrance earlier this afternoon, however, I guess it's not really news; if you weren’t aware already, I’d be both impressed and concerned.
I hear the faint sound of a phone chime coming from the booth. Listeners, you may not know this but I actually disposed of my cellphone about a week ago. I won’t go into details, but there was definitely no external factor that motivated me to do such a thing, I just… wanted to unplug. But now, Martha is looking at me from the booth, desperately running her finger across her throat in the “literally shut up” kind of way, so I won’t press the issue too much more, but… still. Just thought I’d point it out. In case, for some reason, you didn’t know.
And, with all that excitement out of the way, let’s move on to what’s going on in our lovely little community!
*MUSIC*
Local high school student Ashley Newman and some of her friends have organized and are currently participating in a riverside vigil, to honour Elliot, as well as the ever-growing number of missing persons in town-- their friend Elizabeth, or Lizzie Shaw now among them.
I was on my way from this riverside vigil when, you know… But, while I was there, I spoke to Ashley about some very interesting things that I will not be repeating on air.
But I assured her, and I will assure all of you, that there are those of us who have noticed- with concern- the frequent disappearances and are doing what they can to get to the bottom of it.
Perhaps, with the certain members of our local law enforcement now returned to us renewed, and, in Town Council’s words, “improved,” we might start getting some answers. Maybe.
Jordan, for instance, has taken on the role of ‘resident journalist’ here at the station following the sudden and simultaneous resignation of the only three journalists working for the Braedon Herald, and the paper’s unexpected transition over to municipal ownership.
She took a statement earlier today from a Town Council representative, specifically in regards to the current circumstances, who said that while they were aware that this isn’t necessarily normal for a small community like ours, Town Council isn’t worried.
The Town Council representative then went on to imply in their statement that ‘maybe, all these people are choosing to get lost’ and by imply, I mean they said it verbatim.
The only reasonable reason to choose to get lost that I can think of is to make whatever that thing is chasing you lose your scent.
Get so lost that you can’t be found by the strange, oozing, hovering, emerald green and blood red mass that you see in your dreams. The one that might be solid, might not, you don’t really want to check. Fair enough.
Sure, it can’t exist physically or visually in this level of existence, but that doesn’t mean its presence is not real and cannot do actual, bodily harm.
All this to say: after a certain while, I cannot believe people are- are choosing to get lost.
That’s just what I think.
Time, I suppose, despite its questionable existence, will tell all.
In the meantime-...
(STUMBLES) Sorry, folks, my mouth tastes like blood and it’s tripping my words. I think…
(She puts a finger in her mouth to check as she speaks.)
I may have knocked a tooth loose… Yep. If anyone is interested in that or is currently collecting teeth and bones, it’s not much, but I’m not using it anymore. First come first serve.
(Sounds of a door.)
Alright, folks, we’re gonna go to a little song break, brought to you today by an audio file that was sent to my email simply titled “untitled track#2 (live)” from an unknown sender, because Dr. Olsen is now entering the recording space with a very stressed out expression and a first aid kit in his hands. Martha’s giving me an apologetic look. We’ll be back after this groovy little break.
[SONG- UNTITLED TRACK #2]
LYRICS:
(Ooo)
Out there in the dark
Neath the beating of our hearts
There’s a silence as soundless as a tomb
Neath the great wide blackened sky
Against the colours of those eyes
There’s something I know from a dream
But I hear something crying in the distance
And I know its trying to pull me away
But I hear something crying in the distance
And I know that
It knows my name
(Ooo, Ooo)
Do you hear it on the wind?
Or a voice down deep within?
Tell
And I feel something’s waiting on the edge
Wild and waning, like something lost long ago
And I feel something’s waiting on the edge
And its wailing for me
Like a door to a dream
(Ooo, Ooo)
*END SONG*
JESS: Thanks for that. Whoever sent that in. It was pretty groovy. Spooky, but groovy. I wish we got more songs. Alrighty, we’re back, folks. Dr. Olsen is sitting here, in the chair next to me, trying to convince me I need stitches- say hi to all the lovely people out there, Dr. Olsen
CLARK: UH, hi everyone-- Jess, we really should-
JESS: Now back to the news. It’s a full moon tonight, folks, not that any of you needed reminding, I’m sure. This alone is indication enough. I was just saying to Martha the other day that something always happens to me when there’s a full moon. That wasn’t like code for being a werewolf or something, just in case some of you were thinking that it might have been…
*MUSIC STARTS*
We received a few messages from those currently attending the riverside vigil during the break, saying that there was… something weird, happening down by their tents in the river bottom. A number of them say they saw shadows weaving between the distant trees, and heard concerning sounds like grass rustling and branches snapping.
I asked if they’d like us to send some people down there to check it out, but they’ve declined for the time being. Ashley Newman said to me in her message that she just wanted to make sure we knew.
Well, we do. Please be safe everyone.
JESS: Is it bright in here to you?
CLARK: Are you feeling photosensitive? That’s not grea-
JESS: Weather forecast today!
Weatherman Todd says he’s been locked out of the back shed where all his weather-reading equipment is for the past three days, and as such, he is only able to offer weather forecasts on a day-by-day, moment by moment basis where he stands on his porch for 15 minutes and offers his best guess as to the temperature, wind speed, and humidity.
Well, Weatherman, we trust your expertise and thank you for trying your best.
*TRANSITION*
Here’s your evening encouragement: You’ve got nerves of steel. Seriously, how did you get those? Were you born with them, or were they implants? How much does something like that cost?
An update on the possible situation down by the river.
Ashley got in touch with us again to let us know that a few members of The Faceless showed up pretty quickly after our broadcast to join them for the vigil. She says she’s not sure why, but after they showed up, all the noises and shadows disappeared, and everyone feels much safer now.
If there were any members of some secret society listening to this right now, I might say something like: thank you, for looking out for our friends.
And now, news…
*A pause, some shuffling papers*
JESS: Give me a second here listeners. Having a hard time reading the page.
OLSEN: Jess, seriously, you’re done.
MARTHA, entering: I’ll finish the show. Trade spots with me.
JESS: Its fine- its almost done- two more pages-
OLSEN: I’m gonna drive her to a hospital, what’s the closest city?
JESS: No- you can’t-
OLSEN: I’m a doctor. I think you should go to the hospital. Just to be safe.
MARTHA: Hey, folks, Martha here. I bet you never thought you’d actually hear my voice coming through your speakers. Me neither. For now, Jordan, can you pop into the booth? We’ll go to a break. It’s super easy- see that orange button?-
*Sounds of Marth signing*
OLSEN: Stay here, don’t move, I’ll go pull my car to the door.
JESS: I can’t leave-
OLSEN: The show will be fine without you for one night
MARTHA: We’ve covered news today, what’s next?
JESS: I just can’t leave Braedon.
MARTHA: Let me just get my bearings here… I’m so not used to sitting on this side of the desk- what page? oh, thank you Jordan.
OLSEN: It’ll- it’ll be here when you get back. We won’t be gone very long.
JESS: You don’t understand- I can’t leave.
MARTHA: While Jordan figures out how to go to a break, let’s… Weather. Forecast from Todd Steveson says-
JESS: We already did weather-
OLSEN: What does that even mean? Why can’t you leave?
MARTHA: [BEEP]. She’s right, she can’t. It’s a long story. Just take her to the clinic here and do your best.
JESS: I’ve tried to leave-
OLSEN: I don’t understand-
MARTHA: Another time, okay? She can’t leave, that’s all you need to know. Go.] Sorry about that, folks. I want to assure you all that everything is fine. Jess is fine. James is fine. Jordan and I are fine. Doctor Olsen is fine, and I hope you are all fine too. Jordan’s giving me the all-clear signal from the booth, so we’re going to go to a break- well, we’ll see. we might not be back after this.
*MUSIC, END*