"We're traveling musicians," you say.
"We're traveling musicians," you say.
The man looks skeptical. "Well, I'm with the Institute for Static Electricity." He continues to wave the device in the air. "I'm just trying to get some readings here. A lot of scientists seem to think that the static is getting worse."
"Is there a static-free environment where we
can do some...er...research?"
"Yeah," the man says, "but good luck getting in."
"Where is this place?"
"Don't waste your time," the man says.
"But this is crucial..."
The man looks unwilling to tell you anything else.
Rembrandt whispers, "Maybe we should tell him
about sliding."
It's up to you, Quinn.
"No way," you tell them.
"Okay," you say. "It looks like we don't have a choice."
