Static Broadcast (Backdated to February 15th)

[lonelysmiles]

[Anyone who's been in Reverein for a while knows that 666 AM typically plays whatever little tune is running through Alastor's head even when he isn't actively broadcasting.]

[Now, however, it's just playing static.]

[Anyone who chooses to look for Alastor will find him fast asleep on the floor in his treehouse and unable to wake up.]

((OOC: Alastor's zonking out for a canon update -- At last! -- but considering his part on the local radio, I figured it'd be a bit noticeable. He'll wake back up on the 22nd!))

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[your_best_friend]

[!!!]

[This is unusual... Static. There's never been static.]

[...]

[Flowey pops up from the ground and looks around, seeing Alastor unconscious on the floor. Flowey pokes him with a vine.]

[lonelysmiles]

[Nope. Not even an ear twitch. He is out completely.]

[your_best_friend]

...Golly! Sleeping on the job, are you? Little old me would think a radio competitor such ash you wouldn't slack off.

[Flowey doesn't expect an answer. Instead, he just gently uses a series of vines in order to get Alastor into his bed.

And then the flower takes a permanent marker out of his inventory. Let the fun begin.]

[lonelysmiles]

[Well, enjoy yourself, Flowey, because Alastor isn't going to be waking up any time soon. Totally at your mercy.]

[Just don't draw dicks on his face, okay?]

[your_best_friend]

[Nah, nah, Flowey isn't that crude. Besides, he still isn't 100% on human anatomy yet. He'll just draw goofy stuff. And then when he's done with that, Flowey will start balancing a large amount of cards on the demon.]

[lonelysmiles]

[Should be able to do that quite easily. He doesn't twitch or flinch at all during the drawing or card stacking.]

[Though probably not that fun given Flowey isn't getting a reaction out of him.]

[your_best_friend]

[Nah, don't worry, he's not looking for fun NOW.]

[Though something in the back of mind wonders if Alastor had "fallen down". Can demons even fall down...?

...It's something he may have to look into. In the meantime, Flowey finishes up with the cards. He burrows to his lumber supply and begins constructing a puzzle lock for Alastor's room door. Flowey doesn't exactly rush, but does work quickly. Who'd miss an opportunity such as this in order to mess with someone?]

[lonelysmiles]

[Honestly, Alastor will appreciate the game once he wakes up because he's going to have a rough time as six months passes over the course of a week.]

[your_best_friend]

[Flowey, once finished creating and testing out the trick lock to see if it works correctly, will go right ahead and also gather up a chain. Once done so, he returns to Alastor and, without disturbing the tower of cards that laid on the demon, shall wrap the chain around Alastor and the bed, locking it in place with the trick lock. You wanna snooze on the job, huh? THEN STAY THERE~!]

[And then Flowey will now play the waiting game~.]

[lonelysmiles]

[Still snoozing, but once he finds out what you did with the trick lock and gleans some amusement from trying to solve it instead of teleporting out of it, he is going to repay the favor somehow, someway. Fair's fair, little friend, and Alastor does so enjoy games of mischief!]

[a_sweet_little_peach]

That was funny. He doesn't think he's ever tuned into Alastor's broadcast and heard static. That was fine, though; Ralsei was happy to go check in on him. He'd taken to making batches of less-sweet sweets -- dark chocolate covered nuts, licorice, and the like -- for Alastor and other folks that didn't like sweet sweets.

It didn't really occur to him to him before he met Alastor that people might not like them!

...

Oh. "Alastor! Alastor? Are you --" He's breathing. He's just... sleeping? Oh... "I'm -- going to move you to bed?" Ralsei asks more than says, waiting for a response. It doesn't feel right to touch him without his permission, but maybe his Dreamotion would do the trick. Vines coiled through the window with the susurrations of swaying plantlife, to lift him gently to his bed.

[lonelysmiles]

Alastor was relatively easy to manipulate. He was quite light, after all. Just...gangly.

His breathing stayed even, and he didn't even seem to notice that he was being manipulated.

If Ralsei chose to look about, he'd find a broken mug of what smelled like coffee not far from where Alastor had collapsed.