The radio station- Sunday morning

[fates_jaye]

Jaye stuck around the radio station for a bit. It wasn't like she had to be anywhere, and it wasn't like anyone else was coming in for a while. So naturally, she ended up sitting around, watching sports fails on her phone with the squirrels. Apparently this was what happened when you'd been around this long and never needed to be kidnapped to do a broadcast.

"Shouldn't you guys be out spying?" she asked finally.

One squirrel immediately darted for the door. The other waved its hand in what Jaye swore was a little "whatever" gesture. This squirrel was now her favorite.


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[toottootmagicflute]

Wei Wuxian knocked politely on the door. While he waited, he twirled his flute in one hand and looked around the building curiously. He could not see the talismans that would carry sound around the village, which was a little disappointing.

[fates_jaye]

"One second," Jaye said, still watching the phone until the skateboarder in the video had slid off the railing he'd been on. "There's no way he kept all his teeth after that."

She paused the video, and scootched it back fifteen seconds to watch again in a minute.

"Hey there."

[toottootmagicflute]

Wei Wuxian forced himself to not look around at everything in the studio. That was not why he was here. "Hello. I am looking for the person who sent the message to everyone this morning."

[fates_jaye]

"The message?" she asked, tilting her head. "Like the broadcast?"

[toottootmagicflute]

"Are there other messages that are sent out to all the receiving devices on the island?" That wasn't sarcasm. He was curious.

[fates_jaye]

"Texts, maybe," she shrugged, and thought better of mentioning phone day right now, because she felt like that might end in her explaining phones. "Anyway, I sent the message or whatever."

[toottootmagicflute]

"And these messages are sent frequently and contain information about the residents of the island?" He was still twirling his flute.

[fates_jaye]

"Every day. The squirrels are spying on you," she said, gesturing to the lazy one that was currently taking notes next to her phone. "Gonna go out on a limb and say you're Flute Boy. What, with the flute."

[toottootmagicflute]

"It is a flute," he said, in a tone that suggested she was being very clever to recognize it. "But I am not 'Flute Boy'. My courtesy name is Wèi Wúxiàn, and I humbly request that you refer to me that way." He's not being humble and he's not making a request.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye shrugged. "Okay."

Still totally going to think of him as Flute Boy, though. She didn't make the rules for her own warped brain.

[toottootmagicflute]

"Thank you." He dipped his head at her. It wasn't a proper bow, but it was in the range of respectful. He walked out of the room with the hand holding the flute pressed against the small of his back.

Flute Boy. A room full of powerful cultivators pissed their pants when he lifted this flute. But that was the past. Hopefully he'd never need to use Chenqing like that again.