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!))

Comments

[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.