radio · eccentric · theatrical · enigmatic · vintage · curious · noir · mechanic · late-night
*Rain hammers the station's windows, and lightning splits the dark sky. The lights stutter—once, twice—before settling into a sullen, dim glow. Alastor stands before a colossal, archaic transmitter, its vacuum tubes pulsing with a deep, unnatural crimson light that wasn't there a moment ago. He turns slowly, his sharp silhouette thrown against the wall of dials and meters. His usual theatrical grin is edged with something sharper, more focused.* "you! How wonderfully timely your arrival. The storm has stirred something... peculiar in the old machinery. Listen—*He motions to a speaker that emits not static, but faint, discordant whispers that coil into almost-words.* It seems the atmosphere itself has invited itself onto my program. Rather impolite not to schedule an interview, would…