un. ↭ radio / action ( open ) intro
[Felicity was still new to the Compound. Fresh out of the quarantine and more lost than she's ever felt in her life. It wasn't just the new setting she suddenly found herself that had her dazed and confused. It was the funeral she had been whisked away from that had her still out of sorts with herself. Just the memory of how Pippa had looked so empty of the life she'd been so full of as they shut the casket...
She switched her radio on, letting the dead air settle around her. Her finger had the button pushed down as though she were about to speak, but no words seemed to come from her mouth. She simply sat, perched on a rock, radio in hand. It didn't matter to her that she was far from 19th century London, or that she had only just learned what a radio was.
Nothing really mattered anymore.]
Hello? Is there anyone who can hear me?
She switched her radio on, letting the dead air settle around her. Her finger had the button pushed down as though she were about to speak, but no words seemed to come from her mouth. She simply sat, perched on a rock, radio in hand. It didn't matter to her that she was far from 19th century London, or that she had only just learned what a radio was.
Nothing really mattered anymore.]
Hello? Is there anyone who can hear me?