Murder in the Homeland! [Open to all.]

Her smokey, baritone of a Georgia Peach accent crooned over the radio, that whiskey cured voice of hers melting over the radio with the exhale of cancerous fumes from that Marlboro black label currently held 'tween her middle and forefinger. "Mm. This is your East Coast in the Mid-West, Voodoo Mama, Andy freakin' Badeau, and I want your opinion on what's goin' on in Otero County? Our sleepy little town's found itself without a favorite citizen.. Tonight, we'll be playing the dulcet tunes that our friend Daniel White-Horse just loved to get down to, but first? I want to hear from you. Friends, families, admirers. Weigh in, I'd love to hear your opinions about Grandfather White-Horse. Remember, though.." She swallowed, taking another hit from her cancer stick and keeping it in to hold that pregnant pause before exhaling. "Keep it profanity clean, Guys and Chicks. Keep it loving, keep it sexy even, but don't... be vulgar. Be gentle.." She paused, letting that drop as she crooned into that microphone. "...For me, yeah? And for Charlie's children and grand children in case they're listening.."

Another pause, another beat, she hit the button for the first caller..

"Caller one, let's hear it."