(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
TVs, stereos, music, and all kinds of multimedia.
And somewhere, the faint chords of that accursed Junes theme!
"WHY HERE!?" She exclaimed in abject frustration, before slapping both hands over her mouth. She had no way of knowing if she was alone there!
Wait a second. The Junes theme?
How could that be playing if there was no-
Click. Click, click, click, whirr.
One light flickered to life, then another, and another, then several of them in rapid succession.
Then every single TV, stereo, and gadget in sight came back on.
The power was back... and a very ill-clothed Velvet Attendant was standing in the thick of it all.
"AH!" Marie shrieked, and in a **** clamor to find cover, went diving...
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