OKAY ! So Charlie had thought more about it, like... perhaps a LITTLE too much!! It... Well it kept her up a few more hours than it should have had.
It engulfs her mind, this... this Subject, and while she Usually manages to ignore it by giving herself a completely Different thing to obsess over, but when this specific situation is the only New Thing occurring in the hotel, and it's the only thing that the residents of said hotel are talking about.
She can't forget about it, but perhaps it's just... still her curiosity! And.. And worry over her friends that keeps her obsessing over it! Nevermind that she keeps imagining herself in the metaphorical shoes of the Guest . She's purely being the leader, negotiating to make sure those friends of hers, who totally enjoy the activity much more than she does, have a fun time!!
With a small notebook in her hand, top page filled with the brim with questions that almost don't feel like an excuse for her visit, she rushes up to the roof of the hotel. She gazes with nervous energy at the radio tower, hopefully Al is up here....
Deep breath, princess.
Wincing steps over the walkway upwards, steps creaking, she raises an eyebrow, surely the man's workplace doesn't have to feel so much like a death trap, does he hate visitors that much??
Metal clanking as she knocks, opening the unlocked door, making slow steps into the room, already rambling into dead space.
"Hey, Al! Are you around? Hate to say it, but I got a few more questions for you! Like, for example, what if you got a potential victim who wants to be a guest, but they don't want the specific live aspect, and would you offer support to your victims after? I talked to my dad yesterday, and he was a sensitive live wire for HOURS after the broadcast, and that doesn't seem very fair--"
Good grief Charlie, does her own mind ever run out of juice ?????
