SWITCHBOARD

[transmittable]

If you'd like to ask the Transmitter something over the phone, go right ahead! The Transmitter will answer the phone as soon as she's available. Leaving messages is impossible, given how old these phones are, but you should be able to reach her at almost all hours.

Comments are screened for privacy; all Patients are offered confidentiality, didn't you know?

Comments

[transmittable]

Uh, yeah, that's about... Wait.

[ ...Wh...y... ]

What...were you trying to do with a rotisserie chicken?

[crywiththesaints]

If you must know, I thought I could use it. Do you know much about what was taken from us, firsthand?

[transmittable]

We know...some things.

The specifics get mixed up. There are...a lot of you.

[crywiththesaints]

Thirty isn't that much to keep track of, but it has only been a few days. Your group is an interesting one. Out to change the world, are you?

[transmittable]

No. Nothing like that.

[crywiththesaints]

Ah. Then, to change yourselves?

[transmittable]

Something like that.

[crywiththesaints]

[If that isn't a Guardian thing to say. She frowns, though it's not audible, of course.]

Thank you. One other question, though it isn't so heavy. ...Exactly what is the purpose of the prize machine?

[transmittable]

[ Okay, she laughs a little. ]

That thing? Oh, it's...just for fun. It was already here, you know? And we don't really know how it works...but it's interesting, isn't it? It's like the ultimate game of chance.

[crywiththesaints]

Perhaps. I certainly hope these aren't expired. My thanks; you've given me something to think about.

[And today will go down in history as the day that the most powerful summoner the world has ever known had to sneak a whole rotisserie chicken back to the kitchen after failing to turn it into anything.]