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Pirate Radio [Friday afternoon]

In honor of Halloween tomorrow, Jack was playing the most terrifying music he could find.

Oh yes.

It was a boy band marathon.

Currently, it was all 98 Degrees ALL THE TIME. You lucky, lucky people.

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Beg for mercy! Jack will, of course, ignore it.

So, of course he was gonna get a call. Since someone had the day off an all that.

"Hello? Yes? What do you want?"

Jack's phone skills could still use work.

"Turn off the teenybopper shit and play something good," Deadpool replied, showing just how good he was on the telephone as well. "I mean, c'mon. I know you gotta show off your latent homosexuality in a way other than eyeliner and all that, but this is ridonkulous."

Jack, who had only understood about one word in three, paused for a long moment. "What would you like to hear instead?" he asked, hoping that was kind of what Deadpool was asking.

Deadpool was used to that, so it was all cool.

"I'm so glad you asked! Play the Monster Mash."

If he could, he'd play that shit on loop. And not just because Jan needed to know how to dance like a douche to it. Nuh-uh.

"I love that song!" Jack said gleefully.

"Then why are you not playing it in honor of the fine and noble tradition of DJs everywhere before Halloween?"

"I'm not terrible good with either fine or noble traditions, mate," Jack said. "I do better with gold up front."

"Don't we all?" Deadpool shook that off. "Nevermind now! Get to the monsters mashing stuff before I have to come down there and throw knifes."

There was some nervous squirrel chittering in the background. "No, I don't know why I hired violent people," Jack said irritably. "Now be quiet. Here's your song!"

With that, Monster Mash began playing.

Oh, the hell with this. Elena was dialing her phone.

"Yes? Hello! What?"

Still no good on the phone, our Jack.

"Do you enjoy pain?" she asked. "Or just hate the rest of us?"

"No, and it depends," Jack answered promptly.

"So what's with the crimes against music?" she asked, instead. "You can't be that drunk."

Even Reno never got drunk enough to think this was decent music.

And she had footage of him reciting Loveless while completely blotto, so.

"Today's the day before you're supposed to be terrified, aye?" Jack replied. "I'm just getting you in the mood, as it were."

"Okay, that's a better answer than I was expecting," she said. "I do have a sense of dread going. It's more rage than fear. And it makes me want to offer you bribes, to stop the madness. Do you take bribes?"

"Pirate," Jack replied. "Bribes are practically the only way we make money."

"I can respect that," she said. Entirely too many businesspeople were the same way. At least the pirates were up front about it. It was sort of refreshing. "Liquor, gold coins, skanky amounts of cleavage?"

"A generous helping of the first two helps assure the last, wench," Jack said with a grin.

"Any particular flavor you like, for your bribes?" she asked. "I'd make some requests, while I'm at it, but you probably don't have the tracks I'd want anyway."

'Anything that isn't this crap' would work.

"Rum and real gold, if it pleases ye," Jack replied.

"Done," Elena said. "Bottle of rum, handful of gold coins. I'm not sure what percentage the alloy is, but they're real. Fair warning, if I fork it over and you go back to the shit music ..."

"Dire, terrible and physical consequences," Jack surmised.

"Naturally," she said. "I'll be there in five. Play something good in the meantime."

Bring snacks. The squirrels like snacks.

I remembered to post him, hurrah!

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Pirate Radio [Friday afternoon]

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