Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle had actually decided to show up to work today! This was a big accomplishment for him, what with the fact that just listening to the radio every morning had him paranoid and on-edge. Not that staying in his room was going to change anything if the island's weirdness decided to finally catch up to him, no, but there was that little bit of

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[never_dull]

After researching a bit, Hannibal decided to take a break for lunch and a bit of a walk. With his bag over his shoulder, he headed for the clothing store.

He frowned at not finding Sparkle in the front, but the stench of burning led him in the right direction. "I hope you have good ventilation in here."

[myownface]

"Probably do," Sparkle replied, mostly non-committally as he chucked the computer's keyboard into the fire that he'd built. There had been a burn barrel tucked away in a closet back there. A burn barrel. "Apparently this is something they used to do all the time in this place."

Yeah, the plastic fumes were probably great for him, good ventilation or not. He huffed a little, watched the contents of the barrel smoulder for a minute, and then stuck the cover on the barrel to smother out the whole thing before turning to face Hannibal.

"Have I ever mentioned how much I hate this island?"

Frequently, Sparkle.

[never_dull]

"From time to time," Hannibal answered more diplomatically than the narration. He lifted the bag from his shoulder. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong over lunch?"

[myownface]

"Lunch sounds great," Sparkle admitted, nodding faintly (and giving the barrel a kick for good measure) before making his way back toward the front. "It's... you know how the radio station releases the daily news as podcasts for people who have missed it, right?"