The Voice of Desert Bluffs

Kevin here, bringing you all the wonderful news of our friendly, blood-soaked town! The future is what you make of it, just know that your supplies are limited. I'm always open to questions from the listeners! [Kevin from WTNV RP blog | No sex | tw: body horror, gore, cannibalism | Gay | StrexCorp or Post-StrexCorp | Always open for RPs, so don't be afraid to send me a message if you want to RP | Credit for the icon picture goes to the amazing videntefernandez on Tumblr]

[mariatheintern]

“Because being happy all the time is unsettling as fuck. No one is happy all the time and if they say they are then they are lying.” Maria spat at him angrily, though she had stopped struggling for the most part. She wasn’t built for strength and she couldn’t break free of them.

[strexandvestsradiohost]

“Oh, but, I’m not lying. Everyone in Desert Bluffs is happy all the time! Every second of every day! If we weren’t, we wouldn’t be able to get anything done because no one would be productive!” Kevin said with a look of almost disbelief, but the painfully wide smile was still there. The tentacles lifted her up and set her, none too gently, in Cecil’s broadcasting chair. “How is being happy all the time unsettling?”

[mariatheintern]

“Happiness and productivity have no coloration at all. What kind of Kool-Aid have you been given to think that constantly being happy is the correct state of human existence? People are miserable and angry and all manner of emotions, that’s what makes us people” She said before yelping as she was lifted up and more or less tossed into the chair, knocking a bit of the wind out of her. 

“Now what are you going to do to me?”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

"Happiness and productivity go hand-in-hand! Why do you think everyone who works under Strex Corp is so happy all the time? We're doing our best and making sure we're as productive as possible for our parent company." He chuckled. "You people with your silly emotions. Don't worry, you'll know true happiness soon." Kevin tilted his head. "I'm not going to do anything to you. Yet."

[mariatheintern]

“Because being happy all the time is unsettling as fuck. No one is happy all the time and if they say they are then they are lying.” Maria spat at him angrily, though she had stopped struggling for the most part. She wasn’t built for strength and she couldn’t break free of them.

[strexandvestsradiohost]

"Oh, but, I'm not lying. Everyone in Desert Bluffs is happy all the time! Every second of every day! If we weren't, we wouldn't be able to get anything done because no one would be productive!" Kevin said with a look of almost disbelief, but the painfully wide smile was still there. The tentacles lifted her up and set her, none too gently, in Cecil's broadcasting chair. "How is being happy all the time unsettling?"

[mariatheintern]

“You aren’t the Voice of Night Vale.” She hissed as one of the tentacles wrapped around her arm. “You’re just a crazy impostor who won’t win.” 

[strexandvestsradiohost]

Kevin laughed as he tugged her closer with the tentacle. “Oh, this isn’t about winning! This is about allowing you here in Night Vale to see the light and the power of the great Smiling God.”

[mariatheintern]

“Sorry, I was raised Catholic.” Maria spat, trying her best to fight against being pulled by the tentacle but it was way to strong. “And I don’t like you and you’re hella creepy. So I’m not gonna just become some willing disciple to your bullshit.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

The tentacle’s grip tightened as it slithered around her arm, snaking its way up to her elbow so that it was coiled around her forearm, and he yanked her hard enough to nearly dislocate her shoulder, reaching his tentacle for her other arm. “We here at Strex Corp don’t believe insults are a productive use of our time. And neither is arguing. So why don’t you just come with me. I don’t know why you’re trying so hard to escape the best thing that will ever happen to you.”

[mariatheintern]

Maria was jerked roughly making her fall to her knees. She looked in disgust as another tentacle wrapped around her free arm. “I don’t care what your company finds productive, I’m not going with you without force. Also fuck you and everything you stand for.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

“Not to worry! Force is sometimes needed. I really think you shouldn’t be so rude though, that’s not going to help you be productive!” He didn’t bother helping her to stand, instead pulling her along the floor with his tentacles as he began walking toward Cecil’s booth.

[mariatheintern]

“My knees did nothing to deserve this, you dick.” She growled at him as she was pulled along, trying to keep her balance while still struggling to get her arms free. 

[strexandvestsradiohost]

“Your knees? Perhaps not. Now, your mouth is a different story. You need to smile more! Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you do.” His tone remained chipper as he tightened the tendrils around her arms.

[mariatheintern]

“I’ll smile when I want to.” She said, flinching harshly as then long gold tendrils of muscle tightened as she wash dragged on the tiled floor. She was going to have the worst bruises from those fuckers. “And I definitely don’t want to smile right now.” 

[strexandvestsradiohost]

"Oh why not? This is so fun!" Kevin laughed happily as he neared Cecil's booth, using another tendril to open the door leading into it. "Why wouldn't you want to be smiling and happy all the time?"

[night-vale-weatherman]

The Weatherman flinched as the metallic taste blood filled his mouth. Kevin, of course, it had to be Kevin. “No I’m not new! Look, I was there when —” He noticed an intern staring at him through the window of the door, and dropped his volume to a more reasonable level. “I was there when you took over this radio station. You have to remember at least some of that.” He ran his fingers through his hair, wishing the phone was cordless so he could pace around the room without the risk of tangling himself in mess of coiled wire. “What do you want, Kevin?”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

“Ohh.” Kevin seemed to have a small realization, slowly nodding even though the Weatherman couldn’t see him. “Of course I remember that! How could I ever forget? I still don’t remember you, though. Unless you’ve recently had throat spiders and this is a completely different voice. You’re Night Vale’s Weatherman, though? That must be an interesting job. Very productive.” He paused for a split second before his searingly happy voice came through the phone’s speaker again. “I’m calling to speak with Cecil, of course! Where is he?”

[night-vale-weatherman]

“Certainly productive,” he said through gritted teeth. “Cecil isn’t here right now.” This was a half-lie, in that the Weatherman didn’t know if the radio host was in the station or not. Even if he had known for sure, he might have said the same thing, since at the moment he wanted nothing more than to inconvenience Kevin. “What do you need to talk to him for, anyway? Don’t you have your own town to run or something?”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

"Oh, that's a shame." Kevin said softly, the cheer in his voice still there, but muffled at the news that Cecil wasn't at the station. The happiness quickly returned though, and full-force. "I just wanted to catch up with him! Tell him how Desert Bluffs is doing. I suppose I could tell you though!" His mouth was split open in a wide grin now as he spoke loudly into the receiver.

[mariatheintern]

“You aren’t the Voice of Night Vale.” She hissed as one of the tentacles wrapped around her arm. “You’re just a crazy impostor who won’t win.” 

[strexandvestsradiohost]

Kevin laughed as he tugged her closer with the tentacle. “Oh, this isn’t about winning! This is about allowing you here in Night Vale to see the light and the power of the great Smiling God.”

[mariatheintern]

“Sorry, I was raised Catholic.” Maria spat, trying her best to fight against being pulled by the tentacle but it was way to strong. “And I don’t like you and you’re hella creepy. So I’m not gonna just become some willing disciple to your bullshit.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

The tentacle’s grip tightened as it slithered around her arm, snaking its way up to her elbow so that it was coiled around her forearm, and he yanked her hard enough to nearly dislocate her shoulder, reaching his tentacle for her other arm. “We here at Strex Corp don’t believe insults are a productive use of our time. And neither is arguing. So why don’t you just come with me. I don’t know why you’re trying so hard to escape the best thing that will ever happen to you.”

[mariatheintern]

Maria was jerked roughly making her fall to her knees. She looked in disgust as another tentacle wrapped around her free arm. “I don’t care what your company finds productive, I’m not going with you without force. Also fuck you and everything you stand for.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

“Not to worry! Force is sometimes needed. I really think you shouldn’t be so rude though, that’s not going to help you be productive!” He didn’t bother helping her to stand, instead pulling her along the floor with his tentacles as he began walking toward Cecil’s booth.

[mariatheintern]

“My knees did nothing to deserve this, you dick.” She growled at him as she was pulled along, trying to keep her balance while still struggling to get her arms free. 

[strexandvestsradiohost]

"Your knees? Perhaps not. Now, your mouth is a different story. You need to smile more! Don't worry, we'll make sure you do." His tone remained chipper as he tightened the tendrils around her arms.

[mariatheintern]

“You aren’t the Voice of Night Vale.” She hissed as one of the tentacles wrapped around her arm. “You’re just a crazy impostor who won’t win.” 

[strexandvestsradiohost]

Kevin laughed as he tugged her closer with the tentacle. “Oh, this isn’t about winning! This is about allowing you here in Night Vale to see the light and the power of the great Smiling God.”

[mariatheintern]

“Sorry, I was raised Catholic.” Maria spat, trying her best to fight against being pulled by the tentacle but it was way to strong. “And I don’t like you and you’re hella creepy. So I’m not gonna just become some willing disciple to your bullshit.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

The tentacle’s grip tightened as it slithered around her arm, snaking its way up to her elbow so that it was coiled around her forearm, and he yanked her hard enough to nearly dislocate her shoulder, reaching his tentacle for her other arm. “We here at Strex Corp don’t believe insults are a productive use of our time. And neither is arguing. So why don’t you just come with me. I don’t know why you’re trying so hard to escape the best thing that will ever happen to you.”

[mariatheintern]

Maria was jerked roughly making her fall to her knees. She looked in disgust as another tentacle wrapped around her free arm. “I don’t care what your company finds productive, I’m not going with you without force. Also fuck you and everything you stand for.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

"Not to worry! Force is sometimes needed. I really think you shouldn't be so rude though, that's not going to help you be productive!" He didn't bother helping her to stand, instead pulling her along the floor with his tentacles as he began walking toward Cecil's booth.

[night-vale-weatherman]

The Weatherman had just finished wiring the new turntable into the audio system in Cecil’s booth. It had taken him an hour to realize that the cables had been color-coded incorrectly, and another half an hour to find the right shades to repaint them with. He was about to test the setup with one of his favorite records when the rotary phone on Cecil’s desk rang in bright flashes of magenta.

The number for this phone was usually reserved for listener call-ins, and he’d never heard it go off outside of one of Cecil’s broadcasts. But Station Management didn’t like its employees leaving loose threads, so he lifted the handset from its cradle and held it to his ear. “Hello, this is Night Vale Community Radio’s Weatherman. Can I help you?”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

The radio host’s brow furrowed at the voice on the other line. He had been expecting Cecil. Not whoever this was. All the same. “Hi! This is Kevin! I’m calling from Desert Bluffs. I don’t believe we’ve met before, Night Vale Community Radio’s Weatherman. Are you new at the station?” He uttered the words happily, starting to slowly spin in his swivel chair.

[night-vale-weatherman]

The Weatherman flinched as the metallic taste blood filled his mouth. Kevin, of course, it had to be Kevin. “No I’m not new! Look, I was there when —” He noticed an intern staring at him through the window of the door, and dropped his volume to a more reasonable level. “I was there when you took over this radio station. You have to remember at least some of that.” He ran his fingers through his hair, wishing the phone was cordless so he could pace around the room without the risk of tangling himself in mess of coiled wire. “What do you want, Kevin?”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

"Ohh." Kevin seemed to have a small realization, slowly nodding even though the Weatherman couldn't see him. "Of course I remember that! How could I ever forget? I still don't remember you, though. Unless you've recently had throat spiders and this is a completely different voice. You're Night Vale's Weatherman, though? That must be an interesting job. Very productive." He paused for a split second before his searingly happy voice came through the phone's speaker again. "I'm calling to speak with Cecil, of course! Where is he?"

[mariatheintern]

“You aren’t the Voice of Night Vale.” She hissed as one of the tentacles wrapped around her arm. “You’re just a crazy impostor who won’t win.” 

[strexandvestsradiohost]

Kevin laughed as he tugged her closer with the tentacle. “Oh, this isn’t about winning! This is about allowing you here in Night Vale to see the light and the power of the great Smiling God.”

[mariatheintern]

“Sorry, I was raised Catholic.” Maria spat, trying her best to fight against being pulled by the tentacle but it was way to strong. “And I don’t like you and you’re hella creepy. So I’m not gonna just become some willing disciple to your bullshit.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

The tentacle's grip tightened as it slithered around her arm, snaking its way up to her elbow so that it was coiled around her forearm, and he yanked her hard enough to nearly dislocate her shoulder, reaching his tentacle for her other arm. "We here at Strex Corp don't believe insults are a productive use of our time. And neither is arguing. So why don't you just come with me. I don't know why you're trying so hard to escape the best thing that will ever happen to you."

[mariatheintern]

“You aren’t the Voice of Night Vale.” She hissed as one of the tentacles wrapped around her arm. “You’re just a crazy impostor who won’t win.” 

[strexandvestsradiohost]

Kevin laughed as he tugged her closer with the tentacle. "Oh, this isn't about winning! This is about allowing you here in Night Vale to see the light and the power of the great Smiling God."

[mariatheintern]

@strexandvestsradiohost

It had been a rather busy day for the young intern. Maria had been running errands for everyone since about 5 that morning, making sure everything ran smoothly for the show that had been going on all day, dealing with their new manager, and a constant stream of coffee for Cecil.  

She was frowning in thought as she rushed through the halls to go make copies of another form of some sort. And then she ran soundly into someone, making her spill the papers all over the floor and curse loudly.

[strexandvestsradiohost]

The day had gone smoothly for StrexCorp employees. The Night Vale Community Radio station had been turned over to their power, by force, not too long before Maria’s bumping into someone, and Cecil had been removed from his booth. Lauren now occupied the booth, while Kevin wandered the halls of the station, searching for any interns they might have missed in sending to the company picnic.

He was just turning the corner to head down one of the last two halls he needed to check, when he collided with someone. “Oh!” The Voice stumbled back, the ever-lasting wide smile remaining on his lips even as he nearly fell over. After regaining his balance, Kevin leaned down to help this young intern pick up her papers, holding out to her the ones he had gathered. “And who might you be?”

[mariatheintern]

“I have a name tag for a reason, hombre. Now if you’ll excuse me, I actually have shit to do.” Maria snapped, taking the papers from his hand once she had them all up from the floor.

[strexandvestsradiohost]

Kevin’s gaze caught the name tag attached to her, and he tilted his head slightly. “My, my, aren’t we in a bad mood today? There’s no need to be like that Maria. Though I don’t believe you need to do whatever it was you were going to do anymore.”

[mariatheintern]

“I’ve been here since the ass crack of dawn after not leaving here yesterday after midnight. I’ve barely slept in days. Not to mention I’ve been run nearly ragged with work considering I’m the only person here.” She ranted angrily. “I don’t even know who the fuck you are. So yes, I’m in a really bad mood and I just want to get my work done so I can go home to Cecil and Carlos and relax.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

“I admire your work ethic!” His almost-menacing grin widened somehow. “I’m Kevin! I’ll be replacing Cecil as radio host now that Strex has control of the radio station. How close are you to Cecil and Carlos?”

[mariatheintern]

“That’s such bullshit. You can’t replace the Voice of Night Vale in fucking Night Vale.” She muttered, rolling her eyes. “Carlos is my big brother and I live with him and Cecil. We are mostly inseparable.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

“I just did.” A short and overly-happy laugh escaped his lips and he nodded slowly. “I see. I’ll need you to come with me, then. For… Safety reasons.” Kevin said, in the lease suspicious tone he could muster at the moment.

[mariatheintern]

“Um, I’m gonna go with no but thanks for the offer.” Maria stated, backing away to leave. She might be reckless but she wasn’t stupid enough to not see that was a trap of some sorts. “I’ll be going now.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

“Oh, I wish I could let you go just like that, but you don’t really have a choice in the matter.” He giggled softly, eight long golden tentacles being released from his back, spreading out behind him. “Please don’t try to run.”

[mariatheintern]

“What the actual fuck.” She breathed, backing even farther away. “I’m not going anywhere with you so back off.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

Two of the tendrils swiftly extended toward her, aiming clearly for her wrists or arms in order to yank her closer. "You're not going to listen to the new Voice of Night Vale?" Kevin asked with a twinge of disappointment in his usually perky tone of voice.

[mariatheintern]

@strexandvestsradiohost

It had been a rather busy day for the young intern. Maria had been running errands for everyone since about 5 that morning, making sure everything ran smoothly for the show that had been going on all day, dealing with their new manager, and a constant stream of coffee for Cecil.  

She was frowning in thought as she rushed through the halls to go make copies of another form of some sort. And then she ran soundly into someone, making her spill the papers all over the floor and curse loudly.

[strexandvestsradiohost]

The day had gone smoothly for StrexCorp employees. The Night Vale Community Radio station had been turned over to their power, by force, not too long before Maria’s bumping into someone, and Cecil had been removed from his booth. Lauren now occupied the booth, while Kevin wandered the halls of the station, searching for any interns they might have missed in sending to the company picnic.

He was just turning the corner to head down one of the last two halls he needed to check, when he collided with someone. “Oh!” The Voice stumbled back, the ever-lasting wide smile remaining on his lips even as he nearly fell over. After regaining his balance, Kevin leaned down to help this young intern pick up her papers, holding out to her the ones he had gathered. “And who might you be?”

[mariatheintern]

“I have a name tag for a reason, hombre. Now if you’ll excuse me, I actually have shit to do.” Maria snapped, taking the papers from his hand once she had them all up from the floor.

[strexandvestsradiohost]

Kevin’s gaze caught the name tag attached to her, and he tilted his head slightly. “My, my, aren’t we in a bad mood today? There’s no need to be like that Maria. Though I don’t believe you need to do whatever it was you were going to do anymore.”

[mariatheintern]

“I’ve been here since the ass crack of dawn after not leaving here yesterday after midnight. I’ve barely slept in days. Not to mention I’ve been run nearly ragged with work considering I’m the only person here.” She ranted angrily. “I don’t even know who the fuck you are. So yes, I’m in a really bad mood and I just want to get my work done so I can go home to Cecil and Carlos and relax.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

“I admire your work ethic!” His almost-menacing grin widened somehow. “I’m Kevin! I’ll be replacing Cecil as radio host now that Strex has control of the radio station. How close are you to Cecil and Carlos?”

[mariatheintern]

“That’s such bullshit. You can’t replace the Voice of Night Vale in fucking Night Vale.” She muttered, rolling her eyes. “Carlos is my big brother and I live with him and Cecil. We are mostly inseparable.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

“I just did.” A short and overly-happy laugh escaped his lips and he nodded slowly. “I see. I’ll need you to come with me, then. For… Safety reasons.” Kevin said, in the lease suspicious tone he could muster at the moment.

[mariatheintern]

“Um, I’m gonna go with no but thanks for the offer.” Maria stated, backing away to leave. She might be reckless but she wasn’t stupid enough to not see that was a trap of some sorts. “I’ll be going now.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

"Oh, I wish I could let you go just like that, but you don't really have a choice in the matter." He giggled softly, eight long golden tentacles being released from his back, spreading out behind him. "Please don't try to run."

[mariatheintern]

@strexandvestsradiohost

It had been a rather busy day for the young intern. Maria had been running errands for everyone since about 5 that morning, making sure everything ran smoothly for the show that had been going on all day, dealing with their new manager, and a constant stream of coffee for Cecil.  

She was frowning in thought as she rushed through the halls to go make copies of another form of some sort. And then she ran soundly into someone, making her spill the papers all over the floor and curse loudly.

[strexandvestsradiohost]

The day had gone smoothly for StrexCorp employees. The Night Vale Community Radio station had been turned over to their power, by force, not too long before Maria’s bumping into someone, and Cecil had been removed from his booth. Lauren now occupied the booth, while Kevin wandered the halls of the station, searching for any interns they might have missed in sending to the company picnic.

He was just turning the corner to head down one of the last two halls he needed to check, when he collided with someone. “Oh!” The Voice stumbled back, the ever-lasting wide smile remaining on his lips even as he nearly fell over. After regaining his balance, Kevin leaned down to help this young intern pick up her papers, holding out to her the ones he had gathered. “And who might you be?”

[mariatheintern]

“I have a name tag for a reason, hombre. Now if you’ll excuse me, I actually have shit to do.” Maria snapped, taking the papers from his hand once she had them all up from the floor.

[strexandvestsradiohost]

Kevin’s gaze caught the name tag attached to her, and he tilted his head slightly. “My, my, aren’t we in a bad mood today? There’s no need to be like that Maria. Though I don’t believe you need to do whatever it was you were going to do anymore.”

[mariatheintern]

“I’ve been here since the ass crack of dawn after not leaving here yesterday after midnight. I’ve barely slept in days. Not to mention I’ve been run nearly ragged with work considering I’m the only person here.” She ranted angrily. “I don’t even know who the fuck you are. So yes, I’m in a really bad mood and I just want to get my work done so I can go home to Cecil and Carlos and relax.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

“I admire your work ethic!” His almost-menacing grin widened somehow. “I’m Kevin! I’ll be replacing Cecil as radio host now that Strex has control of the radio station. How close are you to Cecil and Carlos?”

[mariatheintern]

“That’s such bullshit. You can’t replace the Voice of Night Vale in fucking Night Vale.” She muttered, rolling her eyes. “Carlos is my big brother and I live with him and Cecil. We are mostly inseparable.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

"I just did." A short and overly-happy laugh escaped his lips and he nodded slowly. "I see. I'll need you to come with me, then. For... Safety reasons." Kevin said, in the lease suspicious tone he could muster at the moment.

[mariatheintern]

@strexandvestsradiohost

It had been a rather busy day for the young intern. Maria had been running errands for everyone since about 5 that morning, making sure everything ran smoothly for the show that had been going on all day, dealing with their new manager, and a constant stream of coffee for Cecil.  

She was frowning in thought as she rushed through the halls to go make copies of another form of some sort. And then she ran soundly into someone, making her spill the papers all over the floor and curse loudly.

[strexandvestsradiohost]

The day had gone smoothly for StrexCorp employees. The Night Vale Community Radio station had been turned over to their power, by force, not too long before Maria’s bumping into someone, and Cecil had been removed from his booth. Lauren now occupied the booth, while Kevin wandered the halls of the station, searching for any interns they might have missed in sending to the company picnic.

He was just turning the corner to head down one of the last two halls he needed to check, when he collided with someone. “Oh!” The Voice stumbled back, the ever-lasting wide smile remaining on his lips even as he nearly fell over. After regaining his balance, Kevin leaned down to help this young intern pick up her papers, holding out to her the ones he had gathered. “And who might you be?”

[mariatheintern]

“I have a name tag for a reason, hombre. Now if you’ll excuse me, I actually have shit to do.” Maria snapped, taking the papers from his hand once she had them all up from the floor.

[strexandvestsradiohost]

Kevin’s gaze caught the name tag attached to her, and he tilted his head slightly. “My, my, aren’t we in a bad mood today? There’s no need to be like that Maria. Though I don’t believe you need to do whatever it was you were going to do anymore.”

[mariatheintern]

“I’ve been here since the ass crack of dawn after not leaving here yesterday after midnight. I’ve barely slept in days. Not to mention I’ve been run nearly ragged with work considering I’m the only person here.” She ranted angrily. “I don’t even know who the fuck you are. So yes, I’m in a really bad mood and I just want to get my work done so I can go home to Cecil and Carlos and relax.”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

"I admire your work ethic!" His almost-menacing grin widened somehow. "I'm Kevin! I'll be replacing Cecil as radio host now that Strex has control of the radio station. How close are you to Cecil and Carlos?"

[strexandvestsradiohost]

@night-vale-weatherman

It was midday. Kevin had spent the last several hours tidying up around the radio station that had been constructed in the Desert Otherworld. The walls were streaked with bloodstains, viscera was scattered around the floor, and the strong, coppery odor of blood plagued the building, but he liked it this way, and had merely been adjusting things on his desk all morning. He would be going on air soon, but wanted to call the Night Vale Community Radio station before he did so.

The Voice took a seat in his broadcasting chair and dialed the number. Lifting his cellphone up to his ear, he listened to the dull ringing of the NVCR station’s telephone on the other line, waiting for someone, who he assumed would be Cecil, to pick it up.

[night-vale-weatherman]

The Weatherman had just finished wiring the new turntable into the audio system in Cecil’s booth. It had taken him an hour to realize that the cables had been color-coded incorrectly, and another half an hour to find the right shades to repaint them with. He was about to test the setup with one of his favorite records when the rotary phone on Cecil’s desk rang in bright flashes of magenta.

The number for this phone was usually reserved for listener call-ins, and he’d never heard it go off outside of one of Cecil’s broadcasts. But Station Management didn’t like its employees leaving loose threads, so he lifted the handset from its cradle and held it to his ear. “Hello, this is Night Vale Community Radio’s Weatherman. Can I help you?”

[strexandvestsradiohost]

The radio host's brow furrowed at the voice on the other line. He had been expecting Cecil. Not whoever this was. All the same. "Hi! This is Kevin! I'm calling from Desert Bluffs. I don't believe we've met before, Night Vale Community Radio's Weatherman. Are you new at the station?" He uttered the words happily, starting to slowly spin in his swivel chair.

[mariatheintern]

@strexandvestsradiohost

It had been a rather busy day for the young intern. Maria had been running errands for everyone since about 5 that morning, making sure everything ran smoothly for the show that had been going on all day, dealing with their new manager, and a constant stream of coffee for Cecil.  

She was frowning in thought as she rushed through the halls to go make copies of another form of some sort. And then she ran soundly into someone, making her spill the papers all over the floor and curse loudly.

[strexandvestsradiohost]

The day had gone smoothly for StrexCorp employees. The Night Vale Community Radio station had been turned over to their power, by force, not too long before Maria’s bumping into someone, and Cecil had been removed from his booth. Lauren now occupied the booth, while Kevin wandered the halls of the station, searching for any interns they might have missed in sending to the company picnic.

He was just turning the corner to head down one of the last two halls he needed to check, when he collided with someone. “Oh!” The Voice stumbled back, the ever-lasting wide smile remaining on his lips even as he nearly fell over. After regaining his balance, Kevin leaned down to help this young intern pick up her papers, holding out to her the ones he had gathered. “And who might you be?”

[mariatheintern]

“I have a name tag for a reason, hombre. Now if you’ll excuse me, I actually have shit to do.” Maria snapped, taking the papers from his hand once she had them all up from the floor.

[strexandvestsradiohost]

Kevin's gaze caught the name tag attached to her, and he tilted his head slightly. "My, my, aren't we in a bad mood today? There's no need to be like that Maria. Though I don't believe you need to do whatever it was you were going to do anymore."

[mariatheintern]

@strexandvestsradiohost

It had been a rather busy day for the young intern. Maria had been running errands for everyone since about 5 that morning, making sure everything ran smoothly for the show that had been going on all day, dealing with their new manager, and a constant stream of coffee for Cecil.  

She was frowning in thought as she rushed through the halls to go make copies of another form of some sort. And then she ran soundly into someone, making her spill the papers all over the floor and curse loudly.

[strexandvestsradiohost]

The day had gone smoothly for StrexCorp employees. The Night Vale Community Radio station had been turned over to their power, by force, not too long before Maria's bumping into someone, and Cecil had been removed from his booth. Lauren now occupied the booth, while Kevin wandered the halls of the station, searching for any interns they might have missed in sending to the company picnic.

He was just turning the corner to head down one of the last two halls he needed to check, when he collided with someone. "Oh!" The Voice stumbled back, the ever-lasting wide smile remaining on his lips even as he nearly fell over. After regaining his balance, Kevin leaned down to help this young intern pick up her papers, holding out to her the ones he had gathered. "And who might you be?"

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@night-vale-weatherman It was midday. Kevin had spent the last several hours tidying up around the radio station that had been constructed in the Desert Otherworld. The walls were streaked with bloodstains, viscera was scattered around the floor, and the strong, coppery odor of blood plagued the building, but he liked it this way, and had merely been adjusting things on his desk all morning. He would be going on air soon, but wanted to call the Night Vale Community Radio station before he did so. The Voice took a seat in his broadcasting chair and dialed the number. Lifting his cellphone up to his ear, he listened to the dull ringing of the NVCR station's telephone on the other line, waiting for someone, who he assumed would be Cecil, to pick it up.