Cecil Palmer

Listeners, it appears as though I am no longer in Night Vale. I do hope you can all still hear me. [Affiliated: Paradisal Parks] [Room: 208] [Roomate: Wolfram]

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[cecilthevoicepalmer]

♖ ♙ ♤ for the hc meme 2!!

♖ - Is there anything your muse is dreading about the end of October?

He does have some dread about what this new place will be like on Halloween, which is notorious for drawing out dangerous situations/creatures/people, etc.

♙ - Are there any common legends your muse has been told that they remember and plan to look out for? Do tales of The Boogeyman and other ones like it give your muse the chills?

Cecil has heard of things like warewolves and vampires and a lot of fictional monsters over the years, but as an adult, he did not have much fear for this things.  He is more afraid of things like upsetting City Council, or anything like Kevin from Desert Bluffs returning to Night Vale.

♤ - Answered here

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♚ Not the Abyss -- O P E N

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"Hmm. I see." 

"That’s odd." Emerald eyes narrow as he thinks something to himself but widen once he notices the taller male was still there. “Oh. Thank you. It’s nice to meet you by the way!” With a large smile, he offers to shake the others hand. "Where are you from? If you don’t mind me asking."

here’s no use to go around investigating now. Oz wants to take this opportunity to at least have some fun. On the bright side he’s not in the abyss again. Although he wonders how his friends are. And he does miss having someone to pick on. Hmm. 'Let's see if he's any fun,' Oz coos to himself hiding a smirk. 

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"The pleasure's all mine, I'm Cecil," he answered, nodding in agreement about the situation being strange.  So many people ripped from their homes and brought here, with no recollection of how it happened?  It really was one of the more bizarre things Cecil had encountered.

"I'm from Night Vale, in the United States," Cecil answered, "I don't mind at all.  Where are you from?"  He was curious to know more about the other people at the park.  He was sure that eventually, someone would have some information that would help him get home and to safety.  Well, relative safety.

[cecilthevoicepalmer]

♤

♤ - What is the best Halloween trick your muse has ever been a part of?

When Cecil was young, he and his friend Earl Harlan decided to play a prank on the people in their neighborhood.  You see, in Night Vale, there is a day every year called Dot Day, where you place red dots on things (and people) you love, and blue dots on those you do not love.  Or, as the locals always say, “Remember, red dots on what you love, blue dots on what you don’t. Mixing those up can cause permanent consequences.”

So, Earl and Cecil went around the neighborhood on Halloween with a large number of red dot stickers, placing them on all of the doors, their own included to avoid suspicion.  Only three houses had blue dot stickers placed upon their doors.

They had a laugh at the panic of their neighbors, wondering if they would be subject to the “permanent consequences” of being marked with the red dots, even if it was not Dot Day.  The neighbors even started pointing fingers as to who had done it.  Eventually, after a while, Cecil and Earl admitted to it.

As they were young, they avoided any major trouble with City Council and the Sherrif’s Secret Police, but they were both promptly disciplined at home.

[cecilthevoicepalmer]

♘♔

♘ - Is your muse afraid of anything small? What might pop up that spooks your muse? (ie. ghosts, spiders, zombies, etc?)

Cecil’s fears seem to focus more on the abstract than literal.  Although, he was afraid of the miniature warriors that waged war on Night Vale, especially after they tried to kill Carlos.

♔ - Does your muse enjoy Halloween? Are they looking forward to celebrating it?

He does enjoy Halloween, especially in Night Vale, where they are quite enthusiastic about it.  He usually celebrated it by wearing a municipally approved costume and handing out candy (none of which contained wheat or wheat by-products, as they were banned) to any children who were brave enough to venture out on Halloween night.

He is looking forward to Halloween as usual, but part of that excitement is marred by the fact that he is not at home to celebrate it.

[cecilthevoicepalmer]

PP Headcanon Meme 02.

♔ Does your muse enjoy Halloween? Are they looking forward to celebrating it?

♕ Will your muse dress up? If so, as what?

♖ Is there anything your muse is dreading around the end of October?

♗ If your muse could perform a seance on the 31st, would they invite anyone? Who would they try to communicate with from the other side?

♘ Is your muse afraid of anything small? What might pop up that spooks your muse? (ie. ghosts, spiders, zombies, etc?)

♙ Are there any common legends your muse has been told that they remember and plan to look out for? Do tales of The Boogeyman and other ones like it give your muse the chills?

♡ Does your muse believe in ghosts?

♤ What is the best Halloween trick your muse has ever been a part of?

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♚ Not the Abyss -- O P E N

Hmm. Who knew I would end up here out of all places? The young blonde thinks to himself as he wonders around the outside of the hotel to explore. It’s not so bad I guess. It’s creepy though. Oz shivers suddenly feeling the chills in the air. He wonders back inside to head downstairs but to his surprise there was an underground shopping district? He’s never actually been at a place like this so maybe this is normal. Oh well. It should be fun. 

"I wonder how I can pay for this though.." the short blond spots someone and walks up to them not afraid to tap the strangers shoulder to get their attention. "How long have you been here?"

 "I’m sure you’ll find it hard to believe won’t believe me but I actually have no idea how I ended up here."

[cecilthevoicepalmer]

It was Cecil's second day in the park, and he had wandered until he stumbled upon this underground shopping area.  He figured he should find a way to get some money so he could purchase things.  He had some American money from home, but he doubted this strange place would use that currency.

He was admiring some artwork on display when he felt a tap on his shoulder.  He turned around, all three eyes focusing on the boy who had apparently tapped his shoulder, and was now talking to him.

"This is my second day," Cecil answered, offering a friendly smile to match his tone, "And I don't find it hard to believe at all.  I don't know how I came to be here either.  So far, that seems to be the case with everyone here."

[cecilthevoicepalmer]

Online/Offline

Instead of flooding people's dashes with my status posts, if you want to see whether I'm online or offline, I have a link to my status on my blog, which is updated every time I log on and off.

[cecilthevoicepalmer]

New Roomie

This place is strange, listeners.  It is somehow both familiar and completely alien to me.  In some ways, it resembles home.  But there is this foreboding air to the place, and I can't put my finger on it.

Finally, Cecil had decided to put an end to his day.  He had found nothing on his first venture through the park, and had decided it would be best to go back to the hotel before it got dark.  While he felt perfectly safe walking around after dark in his home of Night Vale, he did not feel that same safety in this new place.  And he wanted to be inside, where he hoped he would be safe, until he knew more.

So, he had consulted his information and found his room, 208, and he settled in for the evening.  The information said he would have a roommate, but so far, the room had stayed empty.  So he was left alone with his thoughts of home, confusion about his new surroundings, and thoughts of how much he missed his Carlos.

To be taken from home so soon after my perfect Carlos was brought back from that desert other-world.  It's not fair, my dear listeners.

He had been carrying his phone and charger (he always had one on him, always prepared) when he was taken from home, so he sat at the desk of the hotel room charging his phone.  He could not call home with it, but he could look at the photos.  And that's what he did, while the phone charged, he flipped through pictures of himself and Carlos, and smiled fondly.

He was torn from his thoughts when he heard the door open.  Cecil turned to look at who he assumed to be his roommate, all three eyes taking in the sight of the rather young looking man entering the room.

"Hello," Cecil greeted, "You must be my new roommate."

[cecilthevoicepalmer]

Meeting New People

Listeners, I am starting to feel very isolated in this strange place.

Cecil had met a few people so far, of course.  The woman he first encountered when he arrived, some employees (although they did not speak back to him), and he had been told that he would have a roommate (well, the information given to him upon his arrival did).  But he did not know anyone here, not really.  Not in a meaningful way.

And this time, unlike with my beloved Carlos the Scientist, I cannot contact home.  I can't call, text, Snapchat, or use my Tumblr blog.  Listeners, it's unbearable.  Not knowing how he is.  How you are.  I do hope you are all doing well.

He felt isolated, so completely that he was starting to feel properly lost.  He could not let those feelings get to him, otherwise he feared he would be lost to this place forever.  That he would become like those speechless employees there.  That the strange surroundings would swallow him whole and never let him leave.  He worried that he would become a mere shell.  An echo of who he once was.  And if he had a prayer of getting home, he needed to speak to people.

If there's one thing I love to do, it's talk.  Connect with people.  After all, listeners, that is why I became The Voice of Night Vale, so I could speak to and connect with all of you.

It was then that Cecil came to a decision that he would speak to the next person he saw emerging from the front doors of the hotel.  He had been sitting outside to get some fresh air and contemplate things, before he would go inside and check on the room and roommate situation.

So, when someone with long red hair stepped out of the hotel, Cecil decided he would speak with them.  It would help ground him, and keep him from drifting away.

"Hello," Cecil greeted cheerfully as he approached his fellow hotel guest.  Well, did they count as guests if their stay wasn't entirely voluntary?  Probably not.

"How are you?"  It didn't seem at all strange for Cecil to just abruptly begin speaking to another person.  After all, he was from Night Vale.  Far stranger things routinely happened there.  His third eye was closed for now, resting, and his other two tried to meet the eyes of the person he had approached.

[originalprotagonists]

a stinky situation || futsuo & cecil

> When you see an isolated instance of fog covering an entire area, you can’t help but feel a hint of curiosity overcome rationality. Or you don’t feel any sort of curiosity at all because you fear for your life and are justified in thinking so. 

> Unfortunately, the former describes one young man. He ventures alone towards the strange occurrence, his obedient dog refusing orders to follow and forcing himself back into the computer on his owners arm. At first, he shrugs off that strange behavior.

> He shrugs it off until fog completely engulfs him, reducing his visibility down to an arms length. While a loss of sight isn’t an entirely horrible situation (he’s dealt with it before), the smell threatening to choke him is the issue. He can’t quite pin point what exactly the smell consists of, but he assumes its a strange combination of raw sewage, dead fish, and old chlorine. 

> The smell distracts him from his path, and the next time he opens his eyes, he’s floating in shallow murky water. 

> He lets out a sigh and tries to lift himself out of the health hazard but finds his grip continually slipping. By the time he gives up on his hopeless pursuit, smeared hand prints cover the concrete ground next to the water. He takes an unfortunate deep breath and calls out, "Can someone help me?!”

[cecilthevoicepalmer]

On his way to go look at some of the changes to his surroundings, Cecil heard someone calling out for help.  He looked around, and approached where he believed he heard the sound coming from.  Well, he was supposed to be observing and researching his surroundings to understand them better, but Cecil was hardly one to ignore when someone was crying out for help.

After all, listeners, where would so many of us be if people ignored our pleas for help?

When Cecil continued forward, he noticed a fog, and his third eye was able to make out a humanoid shadow within the fog.  So, Cecil went forward into the fog, and looked around.  He was overwhelmed with an odor, something awful and strong.  He ignored that, though, in favor of what he came in for.  He saw someone floating in shallow water, and unable to get out.  So, Cecil carefully made his way to the edge.

"Come on, hold onto my arms, I'll pull you out," Cecil called, holding out his arms so whoever was floating would be able to reach them.  He just hoped he wouldn't be pulled in, as well.

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☥; Road Block || CLOSED

If it’s one thing the diva hates, it’s walking when she can easily get a ride or be carried.

Unfortunately for her though, it seems that such a means of transportation is seemingly unavailable… That is, if she doesn’t try hard enough. Luckily for Eliza, her charisma and looks pull her through once again as she somehow manages to rope some rather attractive young men into carrying her around for the day.

So with a makeshift mattress of some kind for the woman to lay herself upon, the men proceed to carry around the extravagant female through various areas of the park. They cross through Julia’s Kingdom (which she contemplates on taking over of only to rename it to Eliza’s Kingdom) and continue to traverse through any area that the songstress pleases. When they cross over into Olympus Square however, a certain sneer comes onto the female’s features.

Ah yes; this definitely reminds her of the past… The very, very distant past, hidden away from the world today. Of course the memories it gives her are not good as they do not remind her of the home she’s from but rather, a place that once threatened her home during her reign there. Though she realizes that this isn’t the same place and as a result, isn’t quite worthy of her disdain.

Regardless, the men continue to carry her around as she pleases, which brings a smirk back to her features. Though shortly after her regular expression is brought back her cruise comes to a halt; it seems that someone is now in their way. For a moment, Eliza debates on just running the man over but decides to try and seem amiable…

For now.

So with a wave of her hand the men now get onto their knees, allowing the diva to stand on her own two feet once more, her cerulean hues glancing at the stranger before looking back at the men, instructing them to disperse for the time being.

“Goodness darling, you could had been run over, you know! I’m afraid those boys don’t really pay attention at times… But please, do tell me if you’re alright, will you?”

[cecilthevoicepalmer]

It wasn't often that Cecil considered much to actually be strange.  He usually accepted the things that happened around him as the truth, and ran with whatever happened.  Save for the attempted hostile takeover of his beloved home of Night Vale.  Really, it took quite a bit to rattle Cecil.

That being said, waking up in front of the gates to some kind of ominous amusement park was pretty odd, even by his own standards.  Even after losing his beloved Carlos temporarily to an alternate desert dimension, one that had previously trapped one of his interns.

Likely because he was the one experiencing this first-hand.

One thing he knew about alternate dimensions, though, was that exploring would likely lead him to the answers he wanted.  So, following in his perfect scientist boyfriend's shoes, he started exploring.  Provided map in hand, he started his exploration in a part of the park called Julia's Kingdom.

So far, his exploring had not revealed too much.  Just that the employees of the park had the same vacant stares as the wait staff at Big Rico's back home.  It simultaneously made him feel more at home, and made him miss home even more.

Cecil was dragged out of his homesick thoughts of Night Vale and his boyfriend (really, how rude of the universe to take him away so shortly after his Carlos came home?) by the sound of a commotion nearby.  He turned his head to see a woman being carried on a mattress, well, specifically, her being lowered by her carriers.

Ah, apparently he had wandered into their path.

"Apologies, miss, I wasn't paying much attention myself," Cecil replied, "I'm as alright as I can be, all things considered."  Cecil's third eye blinked, while the eyes on his face where most people had eyes remained unblinking as he met the gaze of the woman approaching him.

"You're the first person I've met here who actually spoke to me, the employees seem rather unhelpful so far.  Is there any chance you can tell me where I am?"

[cecilthevoicepalmer]

Introduction

I know I did this back when I had Elphaba, but I felt I should do it again.

Intro below the cut as not to clog up anyone's dash.

Hi there!  I'm the mun behind Cecil, you can call me Kex or Cecil-Mun, whichever works for you :).

I've been roleplaying for about eleven years now, started out on MSN messenger with a few friends, then found Livejournal, a few other message board sites, then Gaia, then Omegle, and now Tumblr.

I love roleplaying and I will roleplay with anyone from any fandom, whether I know it or not.  So please, don't be afraid to send me starters or inbox me to ask me to write one up.

I'm looking forward to roleplaying with all of you!  (Some of you, again.)