Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151213185955/@comment-3293219-20151213212306

"Urgh... Friggin' radio... Where are the tunes!?" Kayleigh growled, adjusting the dial back and forth as she tried to listen to some semblance of a musical instrument or a note of melody within the static.

"Hmm... Were I not an Aethiest, I'd say that my prayers were answered..." Rock grumbled, loathing the sight of that thing. If it didn't have their map in it, the Nighkin would have relieved her of it and then stomped it into the ground. Those same four tunes, over and over again, whirring around his head...

Why can't human make new music? They have the means to do so... surely...

"It's odd, you'd think that in the middle of a large city, we'd be picking up signals from all over the ruddy place. Unless we're in Raider or Super Mutant territory..."

"No, Raiders and Supermutants tend to make their presence known." The Nightkin pointed out, stepping forward as he scouted ahead, leaving the two... well, one human and her companion to try and find a signal.

As the Nightkin peered around the corner, he spotted a number of travellers discussing something, seemingly having some sort of stand off or confrontation. Intrigued, Rock drew his Helicopter blade and moved closer to them, hearing them talk about 'pans' for some bizare reason...

Maybe cooking utensils were in high demand here?