Spa Room Roleplay

[Camaclue]

For Auld Lang Syne(or good time's sake if you don't understand)


The Holovision flickered for a moment, a faint image of the usual error sign under the waves of static. The screen went blank, then changed to the symbol of the nation, a twin headed bird, and a tune. It switched to video of the Emperor-prerecorded- stating that Everyone should relax and calmly enter their bunkers built into the houses. A cartoony video of a rabbit hopping into the bunker, and then static once more. That was the last video on the channels of the Holovision, eternally playing every 15 minutes on the dot.

Camaclue sat in the ruined couch, staring at the screen, and finally got up to tamper with the Holovision. The screen finally died as he gutted the machine, searching for anything of use. The ferret finally dumped the shell, finished with his handywork. It was surprising to find anything intact, even after the bombs fell. A look outside the hole in the wall was enough to remind him that everything was different now, 220 years after the Fallout.