Tuesday, April 1
Faint Transmissions: Prologue
The Rising had barely finished setting up and performing a sound check when people began filtering into the room. All were dressed to the nines, though the attire varied. Some came in suits, others in dress reminiscent of Victorian England. Still others looked like doctors, bankers, rap stars, and gang members. They all gathered around tables, each with their own posse, which made for a crowded room. Nobody was dancing.
The Rising started to play, timidly at first. The men looked on, whispering amongst themselves. Spider wisely switched gears to songs you could talk around, although they still involved a lot of screaming. It just took longer for him to reach the screaming part.
Blade sat down. He was either having a moment of déjà vu or he was dreaming.
Something wet touched his hand. He looked down to see a coyote at his feet, panting and wagging its tail. It almost looked like it had a smile on its face.
Blade scratched it behind the ear.
The coyote woofed and then padded off out of the exit. Nobody in the club seemed to notice it.
"Oh good, you're here," said a smooth voice. [MORE]
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