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Room 216, Thursday afternoon
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voiceoverdueCecil had been looking forward to heading home for the week between semesters — honestly, it was just one week, how much would it slow him down? — but to his initially hurt surprise, Carlos had suggested he not. Cecil had been a bit worried, until he’d gotten a letter from him.
Apparently the awful people over at Desert Bluffs were trying to move in on Night Vale, and Carlos was concerned about his safety? Aww, that was so sweet! And look, the Sheriff’s Secret Policeman who had checked the outgoing mail had even added a “wait for it to die down like always” scrawl in the margin!
So no need to worry, then.
He was curious, though. With the letter, Carlos had sent a bit of a care package: some more hats and scarves and osmingo-leg-warmers from Old Woman Josie, a campaign poster for Hiram McDaniels, a USB drive that the letter said was a recording from Dana (with a note from the Sheriff’s Secret Police that the charring and blood were there prior to their search), a shirt, a sweater, and some nifty socks from Carlos himself, and a box of cassette tapes.
I found these in your closet, the letter read. I thought maybe you’d have fun comparing then-you to now-you. I haven’t listened to them yet, in case they’re really embarrassing. They were labeled “Cecil radio test — age 15”.
It took a few days for Cecil to track down an old cassette player. Then he eyed the tapes curiously and a little worriedly. “Huh.” Cecil blinked at Foucault, who blinked back (Foucault’s blinking was much more impressive). “I don’t remember making these. Want to listen?”
Foucault fluttered and honked, and Cecil took that as a yes, found the first tape, and hit ( play )
[Text taken directly from a transcript of Welcome to Night Vale, episode "Cassette". I unfortunately can't remember where I got the transcript. Just a bit of canon catch-up for the boy! Closed door, open to anyone barging in afterward.]
Apparently the awful people over at Desert Bluffs were trying to move in on Night Vale, and Carlos was concerned about his safety? Aww, that was so sweet! And look, the Sheriff’s Secret Policeman who had checked the outgoing mail had even added a “wait for it to die down like always” scrawl in the margin!
So no need to worry, then.
He was curious, though. With the letter, Carlos had sent a bit of a care package: some more hats and scarves and osmingo-leg-warmers from Old Woman Josie, a campaign poster for Hiram McDaniels, a USB drive that the letter said was a recording from Dana (with a note from the Sheriff’s Secret Police that the charring and blood were there prior to their search), a shirt, a sweater, and some nifty socks from Carlos himself, and a box of cassette tapes.
I found these in your closet, the letter read. I thought maybe you’d have fun comparing then-you to now-you. I haven’t listened to them yet, in case they’re really embarrassing. They were labeled “Cecil radio test — age 15”.
It took a few days for Cecil to track down an old cassette player. Then he eyed the tapes curiously and a little worriedly. “Huh.” Cecil blinked at Foucault, who blinked back (Foucault’s blinking was much more impressive). “I don’t remember making these. Want to listen?”
Foucault fluttered and honked, and Cecil took that as a yes, found the first tape, and hit ( play )
[Text taken directly from a transcript of Welcome to Night Vale, episode "Cassette". I unfortunately can't remember where I got the transcript. Just a bit of canon catch-up for the boy! Closed door, open to anyone barging in afterward.]
