DJs: Fenris, Lorth, noise
Beep. Beep. Boop. Bap. Bap. Bap. Boop. Down. Left. Beep. Boop. Boop. Up. Bap. Bap. Beep. We should be able to get it all set up in time for tonight’s show. If not...if no one’s there...take these instructions, bury them in a hole three feet deep and cover them with Glovewort. Freeze them with the breath of a Taurus and wait for the signal from the Tallgrass Prairie Chicken at dawn. The Hierophant should appear soon, to take us all back to Ground Zero. At least that’s what Bona Dea said. This emerald under my tongue is making me feel weird...Beep. Beep. Beep.