Beep. Beep. Beep.
The digital sky of Akibastar was cloudy. Did the person in charge already know? Those many weeks ago, when the plan for the weather was made? Each of those clouds, each of those rain drops - just like the tears that they cried, like those tears they would cry soon.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Flash. Boom. A thunderstorm (Was that even possible?) roared in the sky. For a moment, the sound seemed to do something. Something must have had happened! Something must have chanced! … But nothing did.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The TV monitor was switched on, even though no one in the room even payed attention. As the only light in the room, the faint screen flickered. The vague words of the news reporter on the screen - no one here listened. "… shocked. An official response is expected to be released this evening." Another thunder, then silence. "… are expected to reconsider their current policy in terms of…" A sob. "comment by Meteor is yet…" Eyes looking for the remote. "… Insiders claim-" There it was.
A black screen.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The TV didn't broadcast anything new; it was repetition from the 4PM news and days old. No one in the room cared either way. The broadcast wouldn't change anything. Press conferences wouldn't change anything. Water felt down, in the inside too.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
This was their fault.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
This had to be their fault.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Memories.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
It was her fault.
Beeeeeeeeeeeep.
A blur in white.
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Techi yawned. With a coffee in her hand, she sat next to the members on one of the benches in the cafeteria. She stretched herself while skimming through the upcoming guerilla concert on Baltistar. Which was in a few hours. The Flying Get was about to arrive at the planet's atmosphere; the girls already in their uniforms.
"Ready to rock?" Techi asked the members at her table.
Date: April 5th, 5:40pm