The storm raged, lightning joining ice in its elemental assault. It grew louder, deafening, and the sound even began to pierce through the supposedly soundproof interior of the guest’s rooms. Of course, The Committee anticipated as much, and so had pre-prepared an elegant, soothing solution to ensure everyone got a good night’s rest.
“Good evening!” boomed the intercom, louder than the loudest thunder and localized to everyone’s rooms with discrete and indestructible speakers. “Quite the storm, isn’t it?” The voice, high and shrill, didn’t even bother changing its intonation for the slightest sacrifice in volume. “To ensure everyone is well rested, we have prepared a soothing soundscape to let everyone sleep peacefully.”
Perhaps they had designed it to deafen the poor partygoers. “We could think of nothing more soothing than Bingo Night! Please feel free to use the numbers for meditation or other sleep assisting techniques. If you get a Bingo, please wait until tge morning to exchange your card.
“Without further adieu, here are the numbers! N Thirty-six! That is N Thirty-six! November Three Six! N Thirty-three! That is N thirty-three! November Three Six! G Fifty-seven! That is G Fifty-Seven! Golf Five Seven! N Forty! That is N Forty! November Four Zero! Finally, I Twenty-three! That is I Twenty-three! India Two Three! Once again...” and the voice continued into the night. It never stopped, not even when the storm seemed to quiet down.
Although, whether the storm had actually quieted down, or if the intercom drowned it out, nobody really knew. Everyone did know, however, that this blaring did wonders for the quality of their sleep. The Committee certainly knew how to throw a party. Guests found that, no matter what they tried, they simply couldn’t block out the soothing sound of screeching bingo numbers.