14933/The Times They Are A-Changing

The Times They Are A-Changing
Date of Scene:	16 May 2023
Location:	WQHT Radio station
Synopsis:	A meeting on top of the Empire State Building at the Radio MAst.
Cast of Characters:	Bando George, Jane Roe

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Bando George has posed:
    Homework is a thing of the past. Bando is finishing up his high school years, and that means he can be a full time superhero! If he can find a way to make that get him money. Until then, he better find a job. But not tonight! It's far too late, so he'll just have to do some heroing instead!

    Manhattan is a pretty fun place, and there's always some kind of crime. As he's gotten a little better at his teleportation, the young blue and yellow hero bounces up to the sky scrapers. "See Bando, if you can get Gwen to see you do this! Then the Spider team would surely let you be one of them. Though, I guess I can't use Spider-somethin' for my name, because I don't got spider powers, but...I can do things they do... kinda.

    *FWUMP* He bounces to the next level up. *FWUMP FWUMP* he is upside down! He's falling! *fwump* Okay that's better. Each of these comes with a certain hole in a the signal around him as he moves radio waves. Causing both holes and overlaps in the signal as he goes. And finally, he's at the top of the Empire State Building.

Jane Roe has posed:
It's 3 AM on a tuesday when the radio tower sending on 97.1 FM, aka Hot 97, is having a little B&E. Or rather, its Transmitter up on the Empire State Building has. For a few moments and in a sequence, the cameras checking out the observation deck seem to freeze for half a minute each, then return their operations after a shadow passed on the way to the service entry, the lock there quickly bypassed by a super low skill combing attack and then up the ladder to the base of the transmitter. It's not the first time, and in the end, there's a figure in a suzuki leather jacket leaing against the monstrous steel construction that holds up the giant red and white pole. "Hello Darkness my old friend, I come to talk to you again..." the figure mutters as she places a hand against the thick cables that run up to the transmitter some dozen feet above, the Transmitter that is almost deafening strong on the EM spectrum this close, if you don't tune it out to listen to other radio signals.

Then... the signal cuts out for a moment, the radio station's siglaning totally distorted for a couple moments, before it catches itself, causing a heavy frown on the face of the young woman, her fingers stroking the sevewral inch thick bundle of wires almost like it needs a careful petting to feel better. "What did upset you just now? I havn't even begun taking you over to the music on the air I want..."

Bando George has posed:
    "And THAT," Bando says, still talking out loud to himself. "Is one heck of a long way down." He spits over the edge, watching it until the spit wad is too small to see. "I wonder if it made it all the way to the ground." The blue and yellow clad figure turns around, "I always wondered what it looked like above the observation deck," he says, bouncing on his heels as he wanders the top. He teleports again, *fwump* causing another momentary distortion. He's on the spire itself. "Dadadaa daaa, dada da da daaaa!" Is he making a butchery of Final Countdown? Yes, yes he is. He looks down. "Oh snap!" He slides down the pold, finding a foothold at a junction. "Hi there!" he says, seeming to have no concept that there is a hijacking of the radio station in the works.

Jane Roe has posed:
As the quips above get louder, the figure touching the heavy wire ever so slowly pulls that hand back from the inch wide cable that was humming its sweet messaging to her, the eyes narrowed at the bright clad figure descending in a not so gentle fashion. "Hey?" is the answer to his call to her, the narrowed eyes trying to muster in the dim light down at the base of the antenna construction, the backdrop of the hightly illuminated white and red pillar being the indirect light source.

Bando George has posed:
    "What's goin' on?" he hops down from his foothold, landing in a crouching position. Not the super cool three point landing that heroes are supposed to do, just one that keeps it from hurting his knees, since he just leapt down about twelve feet. He stands up, and seems to only then realize that it's a young lady in front of him. "I mean, Hi," wait, he already said that. "What brings you up here? You work up here? Or oh, can you fly?" Clearly, since this is New York City, if you're up on top of the Empire State Building, you must be able to fly.

Jane Roe has posed:
Questions questions... A moment there's silence. "Eh... Through the hatch?" The finger of the young woman points to the open access point, the opened padlock hanging open on its shackle. "Just a maintenance checkup. Best time to measure if the booster is working properly. Night program isn't a problem if we go static for a little." Jane doesn't actually work for the radio station. Or has any allowance to be there. But... bluffing.

Bando George has posed:
    "Oh!" Bando looks at the cables. "Maintenance, right." He looks like he's a little confused. "Aren't there like, a ton of people up at this hour in New York? I'm not used to seeing a maintenance person so pretty," he comments. Yep, flirting with the suspect, pro move. "I think you're required to be like forty-five and have unsightly facial hair, so I am pretty sure you must be a supervillain based on my observation," he says, though it doesn't sound like he really believes that declaration himself.

Jane Roe has posed:
"It's three AM, listeners are at the lowest for the day," the woman answers, the head tilting juuust a tad as she eyes the mask clad one. "Is this some kind of... chauvinist thing? Can't a girl be a technician these days? You sound like a G.I.R.L. ranting on their precious tech board that Rule 30 is forever and can't be repealed ever, demanding to have Rule 31 fulfilled because of Rule 29 before accepting there might be an actual girl doing tech stuff and then demanding more because Rule 34..." she snaps, pulling the messanger bag forward a little to get access to the laptop in it. The flap opens and the right hand pulls out the slightly armored machine to open the heavy thing, pressing the startup button. "If working at 3 AM makes me a supervillain, then you lurking on a tower makes you a masked menace and JJJ would pay a fortune for a picture."

Bando George has posed:
    Well, that flirting failed miserably. "Whoa whoa!" he holds his hands up in defense. "I was just kidding. Rules? What are these rules you're talkin' about?" He's definitely backpedaling now. "So Rule 30 says that Rule 29 believes girls can't do tech? I mean, of course they can." He looks around indiscriminately. "Hey, maybe you should take my picture, we could split the Jamison bounty." He definitely wants to change the topic. "Do you listen to Hot 97? Or just work for them?" He pulls out his phone, starting to idly pull up the station's website.

Jane Roe has posed:
"No, back to cram school. Rule 29: On the internet men are men, women are also men, and kids are undercover FBI agents. Rule 30: Girls do not exist on the internet. Rule 31: Tits or GTFO - the choice is yours. And Rule 34 you can think about yourself, can't you? Otherwise, google it. Or look up if e621 is good for dogs." Jane quips back, the laptop booting and after some quick moment showing a bright login screen. Black, a green Icosahedron spinning, a login line... and while the 'technician' talks, the spinning platonic body turns into the logo of HOT 97.

"No comment on my music taste. So you need the transmitter and I just bill my conctactor hours under Superhero needed the thing?"

Bando George has posed:
    "Oh," Bando, thoroughly lost on the fast talk, tries to pretend he's not confused. It doesn't stop him from bringing up the website, and hitting the stream for the station, and his phone starts playing it. "I mean, I've never been really big on whatever the big hits are. Most of them kinda sound the same to me, some of them are catchy I guess."

    He glances at the screen as if he had some right to do so, and when he's asked about her hours and billing he laughs. "I wonder what they'd say. Yeah there was a superhero doin' things and so I had to wait. But, if there was some crime happening, it could be a dope story, don't ya think?" he asks.

Jane Roe has posed:
"Money is money," the young woman remarks, stretching a little as she reaches for the laptop, tapping a few keys to get the login screen to change to a seemingly genuine windows surrounding. "And music is music. Not everybody can be Simon and Garfunkel, the Rolling Stones or Bob Dylan." As her fingers dance over the keyboard, she seems to not even look at the screen as multiple consoles open, and she finally stops, searching for some kind of antenna in the bag. Unscrewing a cap over a port, she connects it.

"What they'd they to what?"

Bando George has posed:
    Bando seems to take no initiative to understand that she's actually hi-jacking the system right now, continuing with the casual conversation. "I mean, what would they say to you if you told them that you had to wait for a superhero fight? I imagine it happens all over the city from time to time."

    He watches her connect the antenna, and seems to get a thought. "You know, so if this is t he transmitter, you could probably play a spotify list or something, and run it through there, and you could play just about anything you wanted. I wonder if that's how the villains do it when you get one of those "Attention New York" kind of messages. You could totally prank all the people listening right now if you had the right equipment, right?"

Jane Roe has posed:
"Well, they'd file a claim with their insurance and send me out again. You know, Higher Force like lightnign strike or something." Jane notes as she starts to get the antenna set up, the screen starting to list readings about what comes over the airwaves.

"Not with an antenna as weak as this. I could if I open the control box and swap the inputs from the station to something different." She points to a steel box that has dozens of thick wires go in, and one, even thicker, going out to the antenna aboove. "That thing there? If hit, no radio in New York works. And that's where you would plug in an emergency call."

Bando George has posed:
    "Oh wow," Bando seems mesmerized, drinking all this new knowledge in, though he still has no idea how he would personally implement any of it. "Now I'm super curious." He narrows his eyes behind his mask, then reaches out his hand. *fwump*

    There's the glitch again. Only he wasn't the thing that teleported this time. It was the control panel door. It's in his hand, and now it's exposed. "I'll put it back, don't worry," he promises. "I just wanted to see what all that looks like." Something about curiosity and cats may apply here.

Jane Roe has posed:
Flinching as the door changes position, Jane blinks several times, eying the ripped away panel, then him and finally the signals that show up on the screen. "You know... eh... nevermind. See the thing? That's the brain box of the antenna. Signals go in, then up to the antenna encoded on their bands, and then sent out to the world. Plug in there and the thing sends what you want to send instead of the real signal. Anyway... I think I just found the a glitch with the antenna."

Bando George has posed:
    "Nice," Bando says appreciatively. He looks back at Jane when she declares that she's found the glitch. "You did?" he asks. "I guess I better figure out how to get this back on." He turns the door over, moving the lock to the unlocked position, and he steps up to the brain box, and starts to examine the door hinge. Apparently he could take it off, but not because he understood its exact assembly.

Jane Roe has posed:
Pointing at Bando, she then gestures to the screen. "You just glitched out the sytem for a moment. You yanked the thing and it spiked everything in dissonance. No wonder people call that the radio is glitchy."

Sighing, Jane leaned against the frame of the tower again, the plan to take over the radio for an improportu DJ-Anonymous night all the more delayed.

Bando George has posed:
    What's visible of Bando's face pales. "Me? Oh crap," he looks at the door. "Sorry!" He takes the panel and lines up the hinges, poping it back into place before shutting it. Oh, but he doesn't have a way to re-lock the door. Well, looks like this one will be unlocked for now.

    "My power does it? That's weird. I guess I shouldn't come up here to look out for crime anymore." As if he could see anything from this distance anyway. "Sorry!" He offers. "But, at least we got to meet," he offers, as if that's the silver lining. "I'm Bando, by the way. Sorry I didn't introduce myself." The door swings open on the box. He looks over at it. He closes it again. And again. Yep, that's not staying shut.

Jane Roe has posed:
Shrugging, Jane eyes over Bando again. "I am not an expert in Superpowers, but my antenna blipped when you ripped off the door." At least he tried to reattach it... only never locked it

"Ugh.. lemme take a look... I think I can fix that or I call in a technician... Just... don't mess it up more, ok?" Jane asks as she gets closer, taking a careful look at the simple locking bar. "well, that might take a while..."

Bando George has posed:
    "I mean I didn't *rip* it," he defends himself. "I have a quantum teleportation power, enabling me to alter time-space and move things. I think it's quantum, it sounds good to say that at least." He reaches into his utility belt and pulls free a leatherman multi-tool. "Here," he says, handing it over to her. "What if we took over the antenna, and like, rick-rolled the whole city?" he says. "That'd be crazy." He pauses. "Well, as long as we didn't get caught."