three . &; voice/text

[ultrafidian]

Impending doom... and then everything is back as it were. With talks of picnics and [there is the sound of music fizzling briefly through, like she's playing with the device idly. Maybe she isn't sure it works, or she's just shifting through songs randomly. It's Go International by Seabound, but it doesn't last long as she shuts it off rather quickly when she realizes it's coming through for others to hear.] ...music.

...I really don't understand this place.

| locked to heine ; text

Are you all right?

...Still here?