http://dj-shuffle.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dj-shuffle.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] houseofcards_rp 2012-10-09 07:50 am (UTC)

He blinks at her a moment. And his face turns bright red as he realizes he's been caught. There's a pause, as he sucks on his lower lip, trying to figure out the 'proper' response.

Then he puts down the manual for the shiny new transmission set and pulls out his laptop, typing something into google and pulling up an image (http://image.made-in-china.com/4f0j00LCAQuVtzOgqb/FM-Radio.jpg).

"Back Outside, I grew up in New York. Went to my share of Bar Mitzvahs. These were passed out sometimes as party favors. You have these and you have a radio station running a reliable emergency broadcast, you've got information to the people."

Which is about the same as admitting to having a radio station. But he thinks (he hopes, he bets) that she wouldn't have come to him quite like this unless she meant to hear him out.

"And definitely central 'safe spots'. I got snowed into a pastry shop, because the school was locked and I couldn't find anywhere else to go. Wasn't rescued until the next morning, by a Diamond with a horse-drawn sled, because they had to search the entire town instead of having people gathered in one spot. When I got home, my mom hugged me for the first time in over a year, because she thought I was buried in the snow or something." That last slips out without him really meaning for it to.

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