Don't Psychoanalyze Me.

My name is Will Graham. I'm a teacher as well as a special agent for the FBI, as most of you probably know. Before you ask, information regarding ongoing cases is classified. Thank you for understanding. [[Main verse takes place somewhere in the middle of the first season. Before the Finale, closer to the beginning of Will's breakdown.]]

[omniscientbroadcaster-blog]

Cecil gave an all-knowing nod. “That’s what they all say. Mirages or something like that.” He shrugged. 

He glanced to his watch. “Er, alright. I’ve actually gotta get on the air in a few minutes, but you’re more than welcome to say here? Just a couple precautionaries… Do not go near the Management door. Don’t even think about it. Break room is that way, with the bathroom next to it. Feel welcome to anything, minus the wheat and wheat-by products. Now that I mention it…why do we even still have those? Anyway. My assisstant’s this way, and if you need anything, let her know and she’ll let me know. Alright? I think that’s everything.”

[sadwillgraham]

"Look... if you're busy or if you've got work to do, I can go get myself booked into a hotel or something like that. I.. I don't need to be babysat." 

Will rubbed his arm and looked around. "I don't want to impose. Thank you for snapping me out of whatever I was in but..."

[omniscientbroadcaster-blog]

  Cecil cocked an eyebrow upward, causing…something…on his forehead to twitch. “That I did. You seemed a bit out of it, so I suppose you didn’t notice all the sand surrounding the outskirts…you’re not dehydrated, are you?”

[sadwillgraham]

"I'm fine." Will says- part assumption, part lie. He notices the twitch in Cecil's forehead but ignores it, writing it off as another hallucination. He'd been having a lot since he'd arrived here. 

"Oh, I noticed the sand." Will says with a dry chuckle. "I just didn't think it was real."

[omniscientbroadcaster-blog]

  Once inside and out of the sights of the world government helicopters, Cecil cracked a smile. “So, you aren’t from around here. So I thought. Welcome to Night Vale. A small desert town.”

[sadwillgraham]

Inside the radio station, Will felt a little less threatened, a little more calm. "No I-" He frowned. "I'm not from around here at all. Did you say the desert?" 

He looked Cecil in the eyes, some of his apprehension and fear ebbing away.

[omniscientbroadcaster-blog]

  Cecil frowned. He glanced around, then up, then held his free hand out to the man. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.” he urged. “…quickly.”

[sadwillgraham]

"...Right." Will agrees, still looking a bit out of it. He manages to get to his feet, following Cecil inside. "I- Where are we?"

[omniscientbroadcaster-blog]

Cecil seemed a bit disgruntled. He had to switch routes to the office…which meant walking past the dog park. It had seemed especially hazardous today. The hairs on Cecil’s arms were still standing up. He was still able to pick up some coffee on the way in, though. That was nice. 

He turned to head up the steps to the front door…but a man was seated there. The first thought to cross his mind was Carlos, seeing as they had similar hairstyles. But alas, this man was not his beloved scientist. As a matter of fact…this man wasn’t familiar at all. A newcomer to Nightvale, perhaps?

"Er…hello there…sir?" Cecil offered, looking to the man’s face. "Could I help you with something? You know…these steps aren’t really for sitting."

[sadwillgraham]

[Will swallowed thickly and shuddered. There was a voice cascading over him, words brushing past his skin in slow motion. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to pay attention, forcing him to respond.] 

"H-- " 

[All that escapes him is a strangled noise as he forces his gaze upward, staring into the face of the man who was looming over him. Shaking hands scrub at his face and he groans out an apology.] 

"I- I'm sorry I just- I was lost and I wanted to sit for awhile. I'll leave immediately." 

[sadwillgraham]

omniscientbroadcaster

[Will sits, huddled on the front steps of the Nightvale Broadcasting offices. He shudders slightly with the wind, clearly not all the way there. He doesn't look up when the man approaches him- seeming to not even notice he was there.]

[sadwillgraham]

Will paused for a moment, looking this man over. He seemed normal enough, and willing to talk to him, which was much better than what he’d encountered already. Cold stares and suspicious gazes, coming from nearly everyone he’d passed.

"Nightvale." Will echoed, letting that sink in. He’d never heard of this place before- the last thing he remembered was getting in his car and starting the ignition, and then… a total blank. 

"My name is Will Graham." He begins. He hates this part, hates sounding like a lost toddler who has to give his name and home address in order to find solace again. He hates being used to feeling vulnerable in front of total strangers. "How far am I from Wolf Trap, Virginia?"

[suenoquimica-novela]

"Night Vale!" he chirps in return, one last time, just to get his point across. When the man gives his name, Carlos smiles sweetly and holds out his hand for a handshake.

"Hello, Will Graham." A nod and a pause, and he keeps the smile on his face; though he does not let his guard down completely. Being in a place like this one teaches its residents not to ever fully relax, despite the words that the radio host spoke: trust everyone. He speaks again after a moment of eyeing the stranger. "My name is Carlos. Unfortunately you are quite far from Wolf Trap, Virginia. On the other side of the country, even. How did you get here?"

[sadwillgraham]

Will eyes Carlos' hand suspiciously for a moment, but shakes it nonetheless. "Carlos." Will echoes, licking his lips nervously. "I don't... know." His voice cracks for a moment, and he winces in embarrassment. "I don't know.  What state are we in? My phone doesn't seem to get any sort of reception here."

[sadwillgraham]

Sorry … Do you mind telling me where I am…?

[suenoquimica-novela]

The scientist doesn’t leave his lab often, but when he does, strangers talk to him. Today wasn’t any different, except with the obvious addition that this particular stranger…must not have been from around here.

"Oh, no problem sir! You happen to be in the tiny desert town of Night Vale. And if I’m being completely honest, I don’t know if this is the type of place you want to be in."

[sadwillgraham]

Will paused for a moment, looking this man over. He seemed normal enough, and willing to talk to him, which was much better than what he'd encountered already. Cold stares and suspicious gazes, coming from nearly everyone he'd passed.

"Nightvale." Will echoed, letting that sink in. He'd never heard of this place before- the last thing he remembered was getting in his car and starting the ignition, and then... a total blank. 

"My name is Will Graham." He begins. He hates this part, hates sounding like a lost toddler who has to give his name and home address in order to find solace again. He hates being used to feeling vulnerable in front of total strangers. "How far am I from Wolf Trap, Virginia?"

[sadwillgraham]

suenoquimica started following you

Sorry ... Do you mind telling me where I am...?

[sadwillgraham]

wasthelure

...Abigail?  

What are you doing here?

[sadwillgraham]

cecilboldwin & scienceprovesitsbeautifulhair

Sorry... Who are you?

And ... where... am I?

[mollyhooperthoughts-deactivated]

  "Ok…I-I’m very sorry, I’ll be very quickly and I won’t make noise." Molly babbled, blushing embarrassed. She sat down, placing her sandwich and her water on the table. She had a break from work and she had felt hungry, but eat inside the hospital wasn’t very nice, so she decided to go there, it was close to the hospital though sometimes very crowded, and now she regreted it.

[sadwillgraham]

"You're fine." Will murmured. "don't worry about it."

He turned, angling his body toward Molly.

"Will graham."

[sadwillgraham]

mollyhooperthoughts,thesilentcompanion , jamieacquaatyourservice

[sadwillgraham]

…

Will looked up at the person standing near his table, clearing his throat. 

Sorry, that seat’s taken.

[jamieacquaatyourservice]

"Is it really?" Jamie chuckled and leaned on the back of the chair with a sweet smile over her coffee. “In that case, anywhere a pretty stranger could sit and enjoy her coffee and possible flirt for a little while?"

[sadwillgraham]

"There are plenty of seats in the back of the cafe." Will murmurs quietly. "I'm doing work right now... so.."

[thesilentcompanion-deactivated2]

  Jules opens her mouth in a silent “Ah", looking embarrassed. She mouths the word “sorry", then points to another seat, near enough that he still might be saving it.

[sadwillgraham]

Will was surprised at her lack of vocalization, but shook his head no.

No…sorry. If you aren’t sitting here…you can have any seat you want.

[thesilentcompanion-deactivated2]

She pointed to the seat, looking curious. 

[sadwillgraham]

Will gave the girl a smile and nodded.

[sadwillgraham]

mollyhooperthoughts,thesilentcompanion , jamieacquaatyourservice

[sadwillgraham]

…

Will looked up at the person standing near his table, clearing his throat. 

Sorry, that seat’s taken.

[mollyhooperthoughts-deactivated]

"Oh, ok sorry…this is very crowded, I can’t find any free seat." She smiled at him apologetically.

[sadwillgraham]

Will swallowed thickly. 

"If you really can't find another spot you can....you can sit and eat here." His mouth twitched. "I'm just busy so...try not to make much noise."

[sadwillgraham]

mollyhooperthoughts,thesilentcompanion , jamieacquaatyourservice

[sadwillgraham]

…

Will looked up at the person standing near his table, clearing his throat. 

Sorry, that seat’s taken.

[thesilentcompanion-deactivated2]

Jules opens her mouth in a silent “Ah", looking embarrassed. She mouths the word “sorry", then points to another seat, near enough that he still might be saving it.

[sadwillgraham]

Will was surprised at her lack of vocalization, but shook his head no.

No...sorry. If you aren't sitting here...you can have any seat you want.

[sadwillgraham]

mollyhooperthoughts,thesilentcompanion , jamieacquaatyourservice

...

Will looked up at the person standing near his table, clearing his throat. 

Sorry, that seat's taken.