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The room was dim this time in the evening, and the air a bit hazy toward the ceiling, drawing the red light from the ON AIR sign. Something scurried across the shelves of equipment that looked like the school hadn't updated it in half a century, but Enzo liked it like that. There were a couple things generations before him had insisted on, but since settling in his operation, he had carefully phased out what Poke and the other members had insisted he keep. A rat sat on one of the switchboards, cleaning it's whiskers while it waited for the queue to flip the switch, and a voice around the corner of a row of fat, black-screened computer stations was speaking, finishing as he heard the door shut smoothly, "...from the Jazz archives of New Hallow Sicily."

As he spoke, another rat's head bobbed as the oily-haired little Reaper wove a finger, bringing a needle arm down onto a well cared for LP. The intro to the song stretched on for a bit, but by the time the singing had begun, the rat on the switchboard jumped at it's queue, and the On Air sign blinked off, leaving them in a much friendlier white light that sent several roaches scurrying under the tables.

"You're in the right place, Doll." The smoke, apparently, came from the cigar he was more than likely not supposed to be smoking as he swiveled on his chair and rose to meet her, bouncing a bit to the music that played softly behind them. "What can I do y'for?"

"Mixin' huh?" An ashtray seemed to scuttle toward where his hand hovered over one of the desktops and as he popped the plump stogie down, several roaches scuttled away. "We got a few boards and some of them computers." He eyed her up and down approvingly for a moment before clapping his hands together and offering her one to shake, "Names Enzo. Enzo Valentino. The Rat Man on the airwaves, aheheh. You seem like a hep cat, and honestly, you know what any of these things are or how t'push a button, you're welcome! What's your bag? Whats your handle?"

"A performer, then!" He lit up. "DJ MRA, huh? Whats it stand for? And bag, you know, your experteeeese, what are you keen on. I'm tryin' to expand our repratwar, but I aint lettin' just any ol' Palooka behind the microphone here. Fish gotta' work their way up."

"Aaah, you're inna' that beep-boop robot music, eh? Well, we don't got anyone coverin' that currently- you handled these things before, then? Perfect! Damn, Doll like you with gams like that is wasted on the radio, but it's been a hellatime wrapping my brain around that phone computer of mine, let alone that broadcast equipment. I'll stick with the radio waves," He rubbed his nose, smiling as he seemed to think over his own babbling. "I don't think I seen you around. New?"

"I see, I see," Enzo wove a hand to one of the rats who helped another switch over the record currently spinning to launch a new song. "I been here a while. Still considered 'first year' though," He snorted with a shrug as he walked back over to his chair, "I aint so big on Exams."

"Politics and near death experiences I think about covers it," Enzo laughed, thinking it through, "Could give ya' a tour if you want, these little bastards got me covered. Your Pop reminds me of my sister, aheheh."

"Then it's settled!" the greasy little Reaper swapped out hats, nabbing a grey cap from where it hung at his desk, murmured a few words to the upright Bass thrumming soulfully at the hypnotized rats all working the radio controls, swung his coat over his shoulder and gestured to the door, "Ladiez, first, of course!" A new set of gams with a functional head on her shoulders- always a plus. Grow the fold.

"Politics does mean lots of good interview opportunities. I've been wanting to cover certain things more, but get stretched too thin, if you catch me. Seems there's a crisis around these parts every week. How you at banter?"