dreamcrystals | Audio Broadcast

[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.

[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.]

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

some of those songs were... sus.

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

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