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Audio Broadcast | February 22nd

[For a solid week, there's been nothing but static coming out of 666 AM as Alastor sleeps. (Thank you to people who showed up to get him in a proper bed!)]

[Then suddenly on February 22nd, the static begins playing snippets of songs that don't seem to be from the vast catalogue in Alastor's head. There's a line of hip hop ("Sorry, group attending - "), something that sounds like it should be starting off a Broadway play ("I can do this, somehow I know it - "), something gentle ("It starts with sorry."), something with an accordion, a song of desperate hope ("Now you're the only thing worth fighting for."), and snippets of other music that all blurs together before only one line can be clearly heard in Alastor's voice: "Oh, this will be fun!"]

Salutations! Good to be back on the air!

Apologies, Reverein, for my impromptu nap! Apparently, I had quite a bit of sleep debt to pay off! Ha ha! But not to worry! I'm not planning to nod off again any time soon!

To whoever put me properly to bed, thank you very much! That would've been quite a crick in my neck if I'd slept the entire week on the floor, but you really didn't have to leave such unique artwork behind!

So until my next proper show, Abyssinia!

((OOC: Since Alastor's broadcast equipment is all internal, he's actually at his home, not the radio station, if someone wants to poke him in person!))

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[ While several people have been checking in on Alastor during his slumber, this visitor has probably been the least noticed, due to her size. Guilt has come along with that - she can't do much for him, but she can at least clean the nooks and crannies others have missed by virtue of being too tall to see them.

As far as she knows, there's no change today. She hop hop hops onto the windowsill, accompanied by her crows, climbing in and giving orders. ]

You two, sweep for dust bunnies. You two, eliminate any cobwebs. And you, clean any crumbs you find on the floor... but don't eat them.

[Quite a well-trained squadron she has!]

[Alastor is in his bedroom, seated on his bed with his coat and bowtie off. He's finishing up buttoning up his shirt when she shows up.]

Hello, my dear! Good to see you!

[ ! All the birds stop in place, surprised, as does BRC. ]

Alastor! You're awake! Thank goodness...

So sorry to have worried you all, darling.

[He reaches out a hand for her to step up on. Once she does, he'll bring her to rest in his cupped hands in his lap.]

I see I have you to thank for my home not burning down during my unexpected slumber!

[ Hop, hop! ]

I hardly deserve all that thanks. Many came by to make sure you were well taken care of, and that your home would receive similar care. Because of my size, you know I can do so little.

[Alastor smiles down at her, his smile closed-lipped and gentler than his usual toothy, somewhat unsettling grin.]

Darling, over the course of my one hundred and twenty-year existence, there weren't many who'd do even a tenth of what you did for me during my unexpected rest. Particularly back where I came from. What seems so small to you is humbling to me because you cared enough to even try. Don't think that your efforts are ever unappreciated.

[ ... Is it her imagination, or is he a touch... kinder than usual? Not that she's ever known him to be mean or crass, but there's a hint of something, to be sure. ]

Ah, well... In that case, it'd be rude to dismiss such thanks. So, you're welcome, and welcome back to Reverein.

... That said, welcoming you back... I've heard tale that those who slumber like you did return to their home. Is that true?

[It's less kindness and more just...you cared. And that blows his mind when his "friends" didn't even look for him after he nearly died for them. But, then again, that'd be admitting weakness.]

[He doesn't want to think about this.]

It is. Though it was a rather strange experience. I was asleep here but awake there with no memory of this place or anyone in it.

I certainly didn't miss Hell and all its problems.

I see... So it's all true, then...

[ She does want to go back home ASAP, but the idea of remembering nothing from here is... sad. Almost torturous. ]

... If you wish to speak of anything that happened there, you know I am always available to listen.

[It depends on where you go back to and the person you were before, really.]

I appreciate it, my dear, but Hell is...not a place you'd want to know much about if you had the choice. It's a place for eternal suffering.

What I care about is your suffering. Even if I don't know the words to help you, sometimes just listening can be of help. I won't force you to speak either way about it... But you've earned my loyalty, and to me, that is far more eternal.

[ All five crows caw in agreement! We think the same way! ]

[Alastor sadly chuckles.]

A shame I never got to meet anyone like you when I was alive! Perhaps I might've made it to the Pearly Gates instead! Ah, well! I appreciate your loyalty all the same!

Perhaps I can interest you all to some hospitality! It seems the least I can do given the situation!

[ Pearly Gates? She's picturing some hoity-toity high-society community that house the likes of the Oyster Cookie line... ]

Are you sure? You just woke up, I wouldn't want you to overexert yourself.

[Not quite! ~~Also ew.~~]

[He places a hand over his heart.]

I swear that if I start to feel dizzy, I'll take a rest. Will that do?

Very well. But the very second you do...!

[ The crows come to flock and sit on Alastor's hand. They know his head is no-no. ]

[Only in Black Raisin Cookie's eyes. Alastor honestly didn't mind it.]

The very second I do, I shall abandon whatever I'm doing and take a seat.

[Of course, having such small guests means he doesn't have to put in too much work to provide some hospitality. He's been trying to figure out how to make these "jellies" she's so fond of.]

And we will take over from there. I'm still trying to master Dreamotion, and perhaps in time, I'll be able to handle such large utensils and other things in order to help myself and others like you.

Well, in that case, why not combine the two things? That way I don't need to strain myself as much and you can get in a little extra practice?

... Fair enough. Then let's get to it. Crows, keep alert, and if you spot any areas we missed before, clean them at once.

[ "Caw, caw!" Yes, mistress, at once! ]

[Alastor carries her into the kitchen and sets her down on the counter.]

I've been trying to make that jelly you told me about. Maybe you can tell me where I'm going wrong.

That may be difficult... There are many different types of jellies. Some grow naturally on plants, and others are harvested from wildlife, like Jellyworms.

[ So she's not sure how much help she can be there... ]

Well, that certainly makes things more complicated, doesn't it?

I suppose we should start with getting either the flavor or the texture correct. Then focus on the other half of that equation.

But why go through this much effort at all? I've been getting by with the food available in this place. There's no need to waste such time on one person.

[Flowey pops up in the general vicinity of wherever Alastor is at.]

Golly, you're back! Little old me was starting to get a little worried you had Fallen Down. I was starting to wonder if demons like you COULD Fall Down!

Don't worry, I picked up the radio slack while you snoozed on the job. But what was that part about the artwork? What happened?

[Flowey looks as if he's completely clueless with absolutely no microexpressions to indicate he knows what happened.]

[Alastor has stepped outside of his treehouse, reacquainting himself with the blue sky instead of a red one. He looks down to see Flowey.]

Not sure what you mean by "Fallen Down", but it seems I hadn't!

Good to see the healthy competition wasn't abandoned while I took a snooze! I'll just have to make up for my unexpected vacation if one could call it that!

[He doesn't see any hint that Flowey was up to more mischief than trying to steal the top radio spot while he was indisposed, and he carelessly waves off the artwork part.]

Oh, just a few little doodles someone who looked in on me left behind. A shame I couldn't preserve them, really.

[Of course! This innocent little flower would NEVER do any pranks~.]

Oh. That's right. Sometimes, when a monster loses enough hope, they can become comatose and Fall Down. A few dozen injections of Determination will usually fix Falling DFown, but it also comes with its own problems.

So what was with all the-

[Flowey changes his voice to be a 100% perfect imitation of the ones on the radio he had heard before going back to his own.]

-stuff about? Did something else happen inside that room, or...?

[Of course not!]

Never heard of such a thing before! Well, unless you count depression and malaise, but that's another matter entirely.

[Ah, the Transatlantic accent! Alastor doesn't get to hear it much outside of his own anymore!]

Well, someone thought it'd be great fun to chain me to the bed. I could've teleported out easily, of course, but that lock! [He whistles in appreciation.] That was a real gem of a puzzle! It hardly seemed right to simply slip my leash and render the care that went into it moot! And leaving the key right in reach as a misdirect was a brilliant touch!

[Hmm... That's not quite the reaction he was expecting, but it reminds Flowey of Loremaster. She also liked puzzles. One of Flowey's regrets is using his Menu ion order to skip that first puzzle, but he was so curious. It was something he COULD so, so he HAD to do it.]

[Flowey looks a little confused.]

A... puzzle lock? Gosh, I know I own a puzzle shop, but I don't sell any trick locks. I wonder if someone was trying to frame little old me. I'll have to look into it.

[Hmmm...potentially tipping his hand, er, leaf? Time to bait someone's ego!]

You don't? Quite a shame! Why, I'd be inclined to recommend such a place for that item alone! It was quite cleverly done, too! I can't imagine you'd have anything that was its equal!

[Flowey smiles, as if he's interested in that idea.]

Gosh, sounds like a plan! You still have the lock? Little old me can take it apart and reverse engineer it! And hey, if no one is willing to take credit, all the better for me!

[??? I mean, Flowey sees the praise in his work, but... what are you trying to accomplish? And when will there be an opportunity he can ask about the cards?]

Anyways, I'll be looking forward to more of your broadcasts. Perhaps you can even explain to everyone that looked after you, because there WERE people that looked after you, so they can stop worrying!

I think I'll keep it, actually! It's such a fun little toy!

[You know one of the best ways to catch a culprit? Don't share all the details you know so only you and the culprit know the full details. Whoever did it will mention the cards.]

I might during my usual broadcast this weekend. It was...an experience.

I see. I mean I can blueprint up another type of trick lock, but I doubt it would be the one you have. I think I got some ideas. Say, do you want it easy, medium, or hard?

An experience you say~? That does sound like it would be quite intriguing. Mind giving your radio rival a tiny sneak peak?

Dealer's choice!

[Alastor waggles his finger playfully.]

Now why would I give away such a scoop to a rival? For all I know, you'd broadcast it first and steal my thunder!

["Dealer's choice"? Is that bait, or just a good opportunity to bring up the cards? Hmm... Flowey will play it safe. For now.]

Didn't take you for a gambler~. Very well, it'll be a nice surprise for you!

[At the second thing, Flowey just playfully stuck his tongue out.]

You mean like what I was doing while you were sleeping?

Ha ha ha ha! One can always dream, I suppose!

Though I do appreciate you giving the airwaves some substance in my absence!

Don't go sleeping again if you want to keep your radio audience~. I'll snatch them all up and then your career will fall down and crumble before your very eyes!

[There, that should be vague enough without mentioning the cards.]

Anyways, I'll start working on the trick lock as soon as possible. See you soon, Alastor!

[Flowey will stay to make sure he sees the reaction Alastor has for the things he said and will allow Alastor to have the last word.]

[Could mean the cards, could not mean the cards. Best not to say anything without anything definite.]

I look forward to the challenge!

Abyssinia!

[...]

[...]

[Darn it. Fine. You win this round. A little suspicious that Flowey's been staying here, so time to deflect things a little, filling his voice with a tinge of disappointment.]

Come on, Alastor. You're better than puns.

[With that, the flower burrows into the ground.]

Edited 2024-02-26 01:34 (UTC)

You could sleep in later than 6. Then you wouldn't have to take naps.

[Alastor chuckles at the message before writing back.]

Very sage advice that I'll be sure to take to heart!

...

How'd you make your words red?

Red ink! Really, the trick works with any color ink you can get your hands on.

( Oh! They'll give it a try. )

Like this?

Edited 2024-02-26 02:41 (UTC)

Precisely! Not that difficult, now is it?

It's fun.

Can you do anything else?

some of those songs were... sus.

I'm not sure I understand. What does "sus" mean?

[~~And what is that weird sound that played just now?~~]

[EH, more even more sus, but nothing that would scare Nico. He's gone up against Night herself.]

Sus means suspcious

Abyssinia. That is an unique way to say Good- Bye.

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Audio Broadcast | February 22nd

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