Room 422, evening
Will had been having a decent enough evening. She'd pulled out the packet on exorcisms that she'd gotten in class on Monday, and was reading through her notes trying to see if any of the methods listed there would work with the Heart of Candracar, while listening to music on the radio.
Or at least she was trying to. Weird messages kept cutting through her music.
"♫ Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick with you forever. Nobody gonna take me higher ♫-- FZZT --Citizens of Spira, your government is lying to you. The maesters are lying to you. Ask yourself some questions. Why does Sin always return?..."
She frowned at the radio. //Would you stop switching frequencies like that?// she asked it with a hint of annoyance.
//I'm sorry,// it replied. //Something must be jamming the frequency.//
She sighed to herself. What good was being able to talk to machines if you couldn't even listen to the radio in peace?
(OOC: Open!)
Or at least she was trying to. Weird messages kept cutting through her music.
"♫ Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick with you forever. Nobody gonna take me higher ♫-- FZZT --Citizens of Spira, your government is lying to you. The maesters are lying to you. Ask yourself some questions. Why does Sin always return?..."
She frowned at the radio. //Would you stop switching frequencies like that?// she asked it with a hint of annoyance.
//I'm sorry,// it replied. //Something must be jamming the frequency.//
She sighed to herself. What good was being able to talk to machines if you couldn't even listen to the radio in peace?
(OOC: Open!)