Authors Note

Hey everyone! I'm so excited to be posting my first story in this...genre, I guess.

Let me get a few things cleared up first. #1) This story has NO MAJOR OC's. There are a few characters that I made up just for the sake of helping the story along, but THAT IS IT. They will not have to major-league of a roll. #2) The characters are as close to their video game counterparts that I could get them. Let it be known that I did not vilify the characters I HATE (cough cough::ZoeGriffAllegra::Ahem) and I did not make the characters I love into god-like figures. And #3) The fic is mostly about the new peoples, but there will be a lot of interaction with the other PLAYABLE characters as well. There will not be a lot of fluffy romance, but there will be some people who I think make a cute couple and will make it so. (cough cough::MacKaori::ahem) And I also thank my sister for helping me with spelling and grammar errors.

So without further annoying babble, GET IT ON!

DJ Atomica tromped through ankle-deep snow in the cold December air, heading steadily towards a trendy, well-to-do ski resort. He stopped, looking up at the enormous building then back down at the street address on a crumpled piece of paper he held in his hand. This had to be the place.

He had been working at the station when he had gotten the call. Some Officials from a type of sports event were in need of an announcer/DJ of sorts. At first he had refused, saying he had a job and liked it. But they hadn't given up. They explained that the job would pay well, and he could still work at his local station; all they wanted was someone who wouldn't mind broadcasting their event over the Big Mountain. Extra pay for basically doing what he did everyday.

That was the only reason he had come into town. Well, that and to satisfy his own curiosity. He had become pretty suspicious, along with many of his neighbors and co-workers, when two years ago, the gi-normous Big Mountain had gone under 'construction.' He had, at first, assumed that the wild runs of the three peaks were probably just getting refurbished, or vamped up a little for some big shot who wanted to shoot a movie or a movie star who wanted to try their hand at riding the slopes for their vacation. However, when the work continued on with no sign of stopping, he wasn't sure what was going on.

Breaking himself out of his thoughts, he strolled as casually as he could to the resort, slightly nervous with anticipation of the new opportunities he was being offered. The second he walked in the front door, he was greeted by the stiff looking manager, who proceeded to formally shake his hand and introduce himself, then hurry to his left down a hallway, motioning for him to follow. Atomica was taken slightly aback by his swiftness, but followed. The man led him toward a door at the far end of the hall, with black and gold sign hanging from the front of it.

Conference Room

SSX Circuit

-Third Season Headquarters-

The manager opened the door gestured for him to enter. He took a deep breath, and entered. In the center of the comfortable sized room was a circular table with about eleven or twelve people sitting around it. He was surprised to see that despite the business-like manner and appearance of several members of the group, the general majority looked relaxed and at ease, some wearing clothing as informal as his own jeans, tee shirt and snow boots. One woman in particular stood up to greet him and introduced herself.

"DJ Atomica I presume?" She offered him a warm smile and a handshake, and he felt his nerves calming slightly.

"Uh, yeah. It's uh nice to, meet you?"

"Vivian Clifford. I'm the head Event Coordinator for our organization." She then proceeded to introduce him to the other board members in the room, a handful of planners, designers, and people who dealt with 'all that legal crap,' then motioned for him to take a chair.

After introductions were finished, the man that had been introduced as the 'general overseer' of everything that had to do with the circuit, Ron Dilworth, cleared his throat and turned to Atomica

"Your probably wondering what your doing here, so I'll just get into it. We're holding a massive snowboarding competition on the Big Mountain. We've spent the past two years working on it, and we want it to be a huge success." He paused, seemingly letting Atomica soak in the information. He continued, "We thought you might also like to know that we've held previous competitions before. SSX, which was a sort of trial run, if you will, and the second—"

"SSX Tricky," Atomica cut him off. "Yeah, I've heard of those, I watched some of the events on pay-per view."

"Good, I'm glad you've heard of it. It makes things a bit easier. See, the 'SSX3' circuit is going to be a sort of mix of the two. We'll have the race events, like in our first event, and then we'll have the tricks and sort of show off aspects of Tricky. We have some new events and stuff like that too." Vivian and a few other board members nodded in agreement. Atomica, however, was still a little puzzled.

"Listen, this sounds great and all, but what does it have to do with me and my station?"

"Well," Ron continued. "In the past, we've had a DJ who was a kind of announcer, a sort of front man to the whole operation. He would announce the events and do the normal DJ stuff." He paused, seemingly for effect. "However, past events had been generally in the same locations, but this year we've moved to another area entirely, and Razell said he wasn't up for the change."

"Razell being...the, old DJ?"

"Oh, yea—I mean, yes, he was. The old DJ, that is." Ron seemed edgy, almost afraid that Atomica would turn him down. "You should know, this is sort of a lot to do. We don't want you to come in thinking this is a piece of cake and then get upset when it gets hectic." Atomica leaned back in his chair and nodded, chewing his lower lip as he thought. After a moment's hesitation, he looked at Ron.

"I'll do it."

Ron smiled, and reached over to shake his hand. "Fantastic. Welcome aboard! I'll let them deal with the legal stuff," he jerked his head towards the business people. "You know, contracts, stuff like that. And, if you don't mind," he motioned for the person sitting next to him to hand him a small stack of papers on a cart next to the wall. He handed it to Atomica, who saw a handful of information, mostly regarding event dates and location information. "Do you think you could make a few calls?"

Okiday, that's it for chapter one! I really hope you don't mind, the next chapters will really pick up the pace.

Reviews are loved, CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome, and flames will do absolutely didily, because they are useless and pointless. You might as well go yell at your teddy bear.

Luv ya lots,

DeFemme