[HANDSET; AUDIO]

[unetrustworthy]

[Midii very rarely used the Handset. In fact, she very rarely spoke out in public at all; her preference for conversation was usually face-to-face.]

[But a certain conversation the previous month was still weighing heavily in her mind, and with all this construction going on around the palace--she had seen it in passing several times in the last few weeks while running her delivery jobs--curiosity got the better of her. A single question she eventually couldn't help asking:]

What does everyone think of the Midnight Hotel?

[Overgeneralized for a reason. There were so many different opinions to take into account, and she wanted to hear them all.]

I know that there's work being done on the--[But she was cut off by a sudden bout of coughing. Dry, mainly, and lasting only a few seconds, though the subsequent clearing of her throat and audible sigh indicated this wasn't the first time she'd coughed like that today.]--sorry. Like I was saying...um...

[What was I saying again?]

...right. The Palace.

I wanted to know what made it so special, compared to the Hotel.

Comments

Re: audio;

[merb]

Fear is an excellent motivator, but that's besides the point. I just don't want you to become contagious if you have got something.

audio;

[unetrustworthy]

I won't.

Happy now?

Re: audio;

[merb]

[ He sounds surprised that she's asking. ]

Yeah.

audio;

[unetrustworthy]

Then, if there's nothing else, I'm going to hang up now.

[Not that she needed his permission; she mostly wanted to make him aware so he didn't either accuse her of hanging up on him...or see if he had anything else to say.]

Re: audio;

[merb]

No, nothing else. Just feel better, okay?

audio;

[unetrustworthy]

[...not hanging up on her end turned out to be a good choice; she even smiled a little.]

I'll try.

Thank you.