#morse code radio: boxten

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(Rules and Warnings below the cut!)

There’s a distant sound. It was the audio of an electronic game device dying while it lays on the ground, flickering out.

If you came here for music then there’s nothing better than a music box! You’ll give his key a few cranks, won’t you?

Morse Code Radio is now “on air”.

Featuring Gabriel?

This blog is for fun and is in no way related to Blushcrush Studio or any of the like. All that this is related to is (mostly) Dandy’s World just for fun.

This is primarily a Boxton ask blog. That does not mean our mysterious little blonde kid cannot receive asks! However, I do ask a few things of you in return.

No NSFW of either characters.

No shipping of the two characters.

Let’s try and keep this a friendly environment, yeah?

Now I should also add that there is no guarantee that this blog will be the safest for younger audiences. This is an apocalyptic ask blog after all.

Cursing is inevitable (though I’ll try to adhere to your rules in reblogs).

Blood, body horror and gore will be commonplace

Different faction politics and events will be mentioned.

If you want to learn more I suggest looking into After The Flash: Wintertide since that is where this blog’s setting takes place.

@the-alternates-are-in-my-home for main.

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Since this blog’s been up for a day now I should drop this here now.

Boxten and Gabriel’s designs! It’s a little rough but I got pretty shitty paper so bear with me.

And to anyone thinking of threatening these two physically in person I should warn you the human child has a knife and a gun.

Here are some pics off Roblox to help you figure it out if the drawn reference is a little too confusing (Courtesy of me on After The Flash: Wintertide).

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New day.

G: “Hope this time around will be a bit kinder to us…”

Morse Code Radio is “on air” once more.

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how are you holding up, boxton?

B: “T… tired…” The poor kid averted his eyes from the station just for a minute, giving a deflated sigh through the mic.

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Hey, Boxten and Mystery Man! Hope all is going well. Have either of you gotten in contact with the ol' Dandy cast at all?

G: “Just Vee, although it’s been a minute. If you hadn’t heard we got hit with a nasty storm front here on Sunrise Island. We’ve seen some glimpses of some strange cat mutant as well…”

B: “. . . Mhm.” He sits in his seat, toying with some wires connected to his back.

G: “Hey… We’ll get her sorted out, alright? Let’s just hope Vee doesn’t run into her first.” The boy pats Boxten on the head with a hollow thud.

B: Groan…

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what do u think of my silly little cat

G: “Awhh, so cute! We don’t have a lot of cats here on Sunrise Island.”

B: “Well. Most of the cats we do have are mutated, actually… Reminds you of someone, doesn’t it Gabe?”

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are you ok?

G: “Well… We’ve been better. It’s been quiet but we’re fine.” The boy speaks as he’s cooking eggs, whistling.

B: “I’ve got books!” The droid is quite happy.

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question ! what do you two think of hot chocolate ?

-, @snowballbell

G: “Hot chocolate? Has to have extra marshmallows. A delicacy to be honest.”

The blonde adjusts his rose-tinted shades, snickering. “Hot chocolate’s hard to come by. All you get is perch soup!”

B: “I can’t eat or drink.”

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it seems you got a signal from.. Somewhere?

RECIEVING TRANSMISSION FROM: UNKNOWN [RECIEVING TRANSMISSION...]

"Testing.. Testing..." [Crackling Noises....] "Alright.. Hello [static], dear surv...or. I *m 'Observer', th*ts what.. Ever*.ne cal*s me." [Static] "Sor*.[static] pe*.s*n, A#.ea diff.#ence to La#.ge, L.s*.ng S*.nal. can*.t c*.#i.ue an#mor*."[Static]

[TRANSMISSION END] (I'll link my blog in the Future, hopefully)

It had been months since the last transmission. It was only August and the summer rain was active then. Now it was December and the harsh winter had begun to settle in return. Moving boxes were everywhere in the Shoreside Drive-In with only a few things left to pack.

The upcoming transmission was late and the radio was old but the person on the other side was ever so lively.

B: “Hello? Who’s there?! I didn’t realize there was someone on this thing trying to contact! I’m s-sorry for being late!”

Boxten was shaky at first, being more than startled and lifting the receiver in his worn wooden hands. He was whimpering while trying to twist the knob and get past the static.

B: “Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh! I didn’t mean to be late. Is anyone still there? Hello?”

Who are you?

OOC I am so sorry for the late response I didn’t expect to see anyone actually send an ask after so long i swear im alive on here 😭

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G: “Vee? Who is with you? Where are you located. We can provide ground support if you need.” The human whipped out a notepad, getting ready to write something while he stays on the line.

B: “Ground support? Is everything okay over there?!” The words brought the droid dread, leaving him to fiddle with this thumbs.

SIGNAL REQUEST FROM FLOOR 16

ACCEPT?

YES / NO

@errorinmycode

G: His face twists in a little confusion. He looks over to Boxten. “Uh—” This boy scrambles to accept this signal, responding frantically. “Hello?! Who is this?! We copy! Over.”

B: He jumped in his seat, staring over fast at the reaction that the human made. “Gabriel?”

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SIGNAL REQUEST FROM FLOOR 16

ACCEPT?

YES / NO

@errorinmycode

G: His face twists in a little confusion. He looks over to Boxten. “Uh—” This boy scrambles to accept this signal, responding frantically. “Hello?! Who is this?! We copy! Over.”

B: He jumped in his seat, staring over fast at the reaction that the human made. “Gabriel?”

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B: The droid shudders, whimpering as he leaves the room.

G: “I see.” His eyes glanced to Boxten’s leave, sighing. “Do you have any coordinates for where you are?” Then, as he was finishing the sentence he paused.

“Wait—Boxten is here with me, though. How is he over there? And you said Rodger is there, too?”

SIGNAL REQUEST FROM FLOOR 16

ACCEPT?

YES / NO

@errorinmycode

G: His face twists in a little confusion. He looks over to Boxten. “Uh—” This boy scrambles to accept this signal, responding frantically. “Hello?! Who is this?! We copy! Over.”

B: He jumped in his seat, staring over fast at the reaction that the human made. “Gabriel?”