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"Since my cousin decided to take part, I will too! For Gramma!"

Tabby was usually not up this late and couldn't sleep. KRAB 107.7 FM was not normally a station she listened to, but Q102 was off the air for station maintenance. As Ray, the overnight DJ came out of a commercial break, he announced a contest.

"How many people could be listening at this hour? What the hell," She said to herself. She tip toed into the kitchen, lifted the receiver and dialed the number and held her breath. The line rang a few times and suddenly someone picked up. "Hello, Ray? Am I caller 10," she blurted before the person on the other end even identified himself.

((OOps... forgot the dice))

"Hey! I want to Play!"
I also have an open RP ad too.

These prizes shall be mine.

Mr Purple hit the radio and tweaked some knobs. One of them came off. He looked at it a split second before tossing it over his shoulder. After adjusting the antennas, he finally got a staticky signal. "Oh good! A call in show! I wonder what I can win," Mr. Purple mused aloud. He hoped there wouldn't be a trivia question involved. Mr. Purple was terrible at trivia. After dialing the number, he got a busy signal. So he immediately hung up and tried again. After several more attempts, the phone began to ring...

3:00 AM. Some people called it "The Witching Hour", and Emily was beginning to understand why. This was when her bloodlust was hardest to control, hours away from any sunlight to help her suppress it. And here she was sitting in her Camaro, stuck in a traffic jam in the middle of the night. It was unusual for there to be a traffic jam at this time of night; they usually happened during rush hour when people were hurrying to get to work. But Emily knew there had been an accident somewhere up ahead, and someone had been injured, or even killed, God forbid. She knew it because she could smell blood, even from this distance; blood and alcohol as well. The accident had probably been caused by a drunk driver, she thought. What a pity.

The smell was making her bloodlust worse than usual tonight. She really needed to get away from this area, but she was hemmed in on all sides by the other non-moving cars all around her, and there was nowhere she could go. She turned on the radio, hoping some music would distract her from thoughts of blood. Instead of music, she got a male voice, someone named Ray, announcing a contest of some sort; all one had to do to win was to be the right caller. “But what caller? Caller number one? Caller number ten? Maybe lucky number seven?” she said to no one in particular; there was no one else in the car to hear her. “He didn’t even say what’s being given away; that’s not sus at all,” she muttered sarcastically. Well, perhaps he had said what it was before she had turned on the radio, she conceded to herself.

Since she didn’t have anything better to do while she was sitting here not driving, she pulled out her cell phone and entered the number for KRAB 107.7 FM. “Hello? Just called to try to win that prize. What number caller am I?” she said when someone answered.

"I'm always up for an opportunity to get free stuff. If I win a big stuffed teddy bear, I'll give it to Jane Harper!"

"Mae govannen from Middle-earth! Thought I would put a plug in for the Library of Annúminas. It is a repository of various writings, stories, lore, and other information on much of Tolkien's Middle-earth. Now let me roll one of those weird numbered balls and see what I get."

"I never win anything," Victoria bemoaned as she listened to the radio and heard about Ray's prize giveaway. "Still, I might as well give it a try. You can't win if you don't play!"

"Gary just happened across the radio station that was running some kind of contest and thought 'What the hell. Why not.'

As Hoshiko adjusts the device equipped onto her gauntlet she ends up accidentally tuning into just the right frequency—time and space included—to pick up the signal of this particular broadcast, just as she's about to switch it off she hears of a potential prize and tilts her head.

“𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘... ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕤 𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕣𝕤!”

As she says those words the adjustments are finished, she looks forward to heading over and getting a chance at this raffle, even if she doesn't end up winning anything, it'll still be an experience. And regardless, to find this specific broadcast out of the many millions, perhaps billions she could've found, it must mean something right?

What sort of adventure is this? I should like to try my hand at this contest!

Lieutenant Nickers beamed down, materializing in front of the radio station transmitter she had locked onto for coordinates only to discover that the transmitter was a considerable distance from where the radio signal originated. She made an adjustment and beamed over to the city where the actual content was generated.

Walking in to the studio, she saw Ray talking, and when he put a hard black vinyl disk on a rotating platter and set a device on it, music started to play. She smiled as she always wondered about the way music was played over radio waves in 20th century Earth. She then said to him, "I'll throw one of those white numbered balls there."

A Crow flies by and pulls up to land on the roof. Walking away from the edge, it transforms into a man. He chose the station to begin his walk around this city. He was seeking a particular someone, and heard her call in to the station. 'How fortunate' he said to himself as he went down to take part in this game.

It was just typical for Jet. He was chronically late to his own story-line but as soon as there was something free to win, he broke the forth wall just to get his gambling in!
And he was almost late as well!

As the space-radio announced the contest, the little crow-person cheered. For a moment, he let go off the controls to pump his fists in excitement, which might not be the best idea when piloting a space-craft.
Said space-craft demonstrated it's disappointment with the reckless-pilot behavior by leaving it's intended course and tumbling towards an asteroid at an unpleasantly high speed.
Jet's eyes darted around. The problem with spaceships was that whoever designed the controls had new ideas where everything should go with each new model.
The problem with stolen spaceships was, that you never had the time to acclimate. Making time for pointless things, like actually learning to pilot your new ride, was how you get caught by the space police! And Jet was opposed to the idea of space jail!
Jet was also opposed to the idea of crashing into an asteroid.
But he couldn't just grab the yoke and pilot the ship away from it's doomed course, not before he found the button…
Finally, with mere seconds left, he finally found it: a big, red button. The friendly label bellow read 'Roll a d100".
Jet punched the button with all his might. The ship helpfully added the ding-ding-ding-effect of an one-armed bandit.
Finally, Jet's claws could grab the yoke and the little Crowfolk pulled with all his might.
The ship slowly changed it's course and gained height (relative to it's current position and rotation, up was subjective in space after all), as the asteroid ever grew in the front window.
Jet still needed to do something desperate to avoid a ending up as a space-pancake. With a heavy heart, he actually operated the brakes of the ship, taking away some of the speed.

It was just enough. The belly of the ship still scraped by the asteroid with the ugly screaming of metal, but the hull kept intact, and Jet escaped back into spaaaace (and his own story-line, which he now was extra-late to)

"I'll do it. I won concert tickets once calling into a radio station."

"I'm pretty sure my primary storyline has gone dead since it hasn't progressed in 2-3 years, so I may re-invent/age myself with a profile revamp. May as well start with a radio contest."

"I have to wonder the same thing. Started a nice RP with someone after responding to their prompt they posted, and for two weeks things were fast and furious with OOC. Then the 4th of April hit and it's been radio silence IC and OOC. It's why I played a little in the party on the general forum. Anyway, to kill more time I'll play.

Oh Hey did I make it?