Six had never seen a place like this before. Gadgets and bells and whistles. A table full of blinking lights, and an unlit sign that said ‘ON AIR’. Aside from the few lights on the buttons, the room was relatively dark. Unoccupied, save for her and the spiders. So many spiders…
The lights were interesting though. Touching brightly lit buttons wasn’t exactly a smart idea, but the colours would be nice to look at.
Clambering up the mesh of a paper basket, she pulled herself up onto the desk. Several papers with lots of words on them were stacked in thick but neat piles. They looked like… reports. Scripts. Perusing through the papers, she shoved a few off the table, mixing them up and making a mess as she looked. She recognised the words ‘This is Hive City’ labelled on the top of a few of the pages, along with some other stuff she didn’t bother to read.
It’d be a good learning curve to take the time to sit and read through the tougher parts of the words but the thought bored her. The lights… Those were what she came up here for anyways.
Switches and buttons littered the entire control board, names and words printed underneath but making little sense to her. Tempted, she reached out to push one of the switches, when the door behind her swung open and the lights overhead flicked on…
The radio station was a constant these past few years. Apart from a brief absence, Flammelle worked here since its inception. He knew these rooms like the back of his hand. One in particular is the main broadcast room. So much of his life is spent there sitting and talking. That’s not even counting when disaster strikes, and the building turns into a shelter.
Despite his fondness he’s still the boss. No one gets into the room without express permission. So the surprise awaiting him isn’t a pleasant one.
Right now, someone else is on the air in another room. Flammelle just needs to check on something. He must have left a note there. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Where could it have gone otherwise?
The host opens the door as normal, turning on the light switch. If only the room was empty as expected. Instead, he finds a small figure sitting on the desk. How did they get in here? Remind him to give security a talking to.
He calms down only upon realising they don’t seem dangerous. There isn’t any weapon he can see, and they feel like a child.. At least he assumes. Flammelle can’t see her face behind the waistcoat. If she is a child he can’t be as angry. The man is much too sappy for that.
“You really shouldn’t be in here. This is a private room. Actually, how did you get in here in the first place?
Don’t touch anything. We don’t need to go live right now. Someone else is on the air anyway. So, I’ll ask you to get down from there.”
