Sunshine, rainbows and the sweet drip of blood.

Hi, I'm Kevin and I'm an intern at DBCR! It's just the best job ever. What, this collar? Don't mind it, it's a gift from StrexCorp and like everything else they do for our wonderful community, it's for the best. Feel free to hang around, ask questions and get to know me, friend! [This is an indie wtnv rp blog. Trigger warnings for blood and gore and body horror applies, but then... it's Kevin. He's his very own trigger warning, really.]

[thestrexfiles]

What if I told you your perfect self hated your imperfect self?

[strexinsideme]

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they're like... is that Strexcorp approved? Because it better be, mister.

[strexinsideme]

Don't chase the rabbit.

"Where are we going?" There was no reply from his mother and Kevin didn’t honestly expect one either. There rarely was, unless it was a terribly cryptic one, but he wished that he’d get a reply this time. Why were they leaving so quickly? Why couldn’t his brother come with them? What was the deal with the mirrors? There was too many questions and no answers, never any real answers.

He sighed and stared out the window instead, watching houses disappear and seeing the desert take over. Kevin pressed his head against the glass and tried to quiet his mind and not start howling about how he wanted to go back home to Night Vale. He wasn’t in control of his own destiny, not yet. Maybe some day he would be, however. He could go back and maybe there would be answers there that he could understand, for once.

[thelastknightofbalder-blog]

Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

[the-wonders-of-unreality]

If you haven’t taken the ‘Which Citizen of Night Vale are You?’ test then you’re missing out. 

[equalist-aquene]

PSA: Just because it’s been a week or two that I haven’t replied to our thread does not mean I’m ignoring you. I am just such an incredibly slow roleplayer. I promise your replies and starters are in my drafts, waiting to be worked on. And they will get worked on. Please, never think that I’m bored with our thread because I’m not.

[chilecayena-blog]

[chucklenutzz-deactivated2015042]

those arent streamers silly :y

[strexinsideme]

Kevin wasn’t unfamiliar with dealing with the strange and unfamiliar, but this was different and yet… delightful. He’d never gotten the chance to deal with a real double of himself during the last sandstorm, after all.

"Nonsense friend. Why step over you when I can join you in whatever it is you’re doing? We could be twice as productive. Twice as likely to get our tummies tickled by turgid terrain dwelling worms too, but that’s a bonus, isn’t it?"

[deusxsubridens]

"Oh!" Kevin immediately sat up and looked at what… what Kevin assumed was himself! Oh, this was wonderful, this… this was himself. He was looking at himself and Kevin had never been happier.

"Please join me, friend," Kevin purred as he pet the sand beside him. There was something nibbling at his fingers but he hardly noticed. "Or! Or, we could… oh, you are me and there is so much we could do!" 

[strexinsideme]

"Several ideas for what we could possibly do are springing to my mind as I'm sure they are to yours as well. But first..." He sat down on the warm sand, studying his double. "First this."

There were several immediate differences between them, but that hardly mattered as much. They were the same where it counted. Blood. Flesh. Face.

[indestructigirlx]

"That wasn’t important was it?"

Claire looked down, slowly kneeling to pick up the broken bracelet.  Her dad had given it to her, so there was sentimental value.  It had snapped at the fastenings, the charms were still intact.  Perhaps it could be repaired.  

"It was," she said, "but it’s nothing that isn’t replaceable.  It’s just stuff, y’know?"  She gave a little smile.  "I’ll have to be a little more careful in the future."

[indestructigirlx]

Oh, lord.  It was pulsating.  It was writhing.  It was alive.  

The headset was indeed cleaner, but there was still a wet feeling that didn’t sit well arising in her gut as she put it on.  The sooner they got started, the sooner she could clean up.  Maybe the bathrooms were as clean as the rest of the station outside of the studio and she could scrub with some paper towels before she went back out into town.  

Claire had never heard of this StrexCorp, and she was curious to know what sort of company they were, if they considered this heaving mess of electronics and mangled flesh a useful piece of technology.  

She smiled at Kevin, trying to ignore the creeping feeling she was getting from the sounds and green lights of the control board.  ”I think I’ve got the basics.  You ask questions, I answer, right?  Seems simple enough.”  

[strexinsideme]

Kevin nodded, his smile stretching a bit further than was comfortable as he got himself into host mode. "Recording in three... two..." All the lights on the soundboard blinked into life, the 'On Air' sign switching itself on. The last number was only mouthed by Kevin and then he turned to his mike and started talking.

"Hi! This is Kevin, bringing good cheer to this happy little burg. Wherever you are, I hope your day is absolutely swell and that you're sitting close to your radio. Are your ears open? Is your heart? If it's not, go ahead and open both of them wide now. So very wide.

With me today I have a guest! Yes, how about that, Desert Bluffs? Her name is Claire, which means light and bright... She's also a tourist! Wow. I just -had- to drag her into my tiny studio." He smiled over at Claire. "Why don't you tell us what you're doing here?"

[stexcorpscienceisgood-blog]

Dinner in Desert Bluffs

[stexcorpscienceisgood-blog]

“Wall sticking, limb regeneration…Starfish are really fascinating creatures. They vomit out their stomachs when they feed,” he said matter of factly not caring that anyone in the diner could hear him. He was a scientist, and he was bound to bring up distasteful subjects over a meal. It was his nature.

“To have those abilities combined with a human mind is almost inconceivable. I can’t wait to make it work. So far it hasn’t gone as well as I’ve planned, but Strexcorp does make wonderful limb replacements in the robotics department.” He finally stopped his exposition to listen to the things that Kevin enjoyed and smiled.

“I like sunflowers too and the seeds of course. I don’t remember the last time I went out of town. I order my supplies off my computer, and they’re delivered to my lab or apartment. It’s very convenient.” He bit his lip and then took a big bite of his dinner, chewing it carefully. “We should go to the desert on the next full moon. I’m sure it’s lovely.” 

strexinsideme

[strexinsideme]

A walk under the full moon with Esteban. In the desert, light shining on the sand and Esteban's beautiful hair. Possibly with them holding hands or kissing or... Kevin made himself snap out of the fantasy, hoping that Esteban hadn't been staring at him or waiting for an answer for too long.

"I'm sure it's just swell, Esteban. We'd have to wear warm clothes, because the heat of the sun would be gone and we'd freeze in so many ways. Maybe some day StrexCorp and its many brilliant scientists will manage to make the sun be up all the time. Don't you think so?"

He wasn't scared of the dark and the many things that skittered around in it, but like many Bluffians Kevin felt that everything was much better when the sun was up. More hours in a day meant that more could be done. Twice as much in a day would be such a blessing.

"How about that walk and then we could go to yours and I could see your experiments? I'd really like to. I'm certain they're wonderfully grotesque."

[thestrexfiles]

Who cradled you from birth and gave you what you needed?

Why, StrexCorp®, of course.

Who provided you with all the benefits of entertainment and security?

Why, StrexCorp®, of course.

Who stole away all your pets in the night and fed them back to you

PIECE by PIECE by PIECE?

Why.

StrexCorp®.

Of course.

[thaumivore]

[deusxsubridens]

+ strexinsideme + somethingwickedinnightvale + intxrn

[deusxsubridens]

"It would most likely be best," Kevin said from where he lay in the middle of the desert sand, "If you step over me." He was, of course, addressing the stranger near him and not the sand worms that inevitably lurked beneath him. The tongue on his neck was currently hidden in the mouth on his neck. It did not did not like the taste of sand. 

[strexinsideme]

Kevin wasn't unfamiliar with dealing with the strange and unfamiliar, but this was different and yet... delightful. He'd never gotten the chance to deal with a real double of himself during the last sandstorm, after all.

"Nonsense friend. Why step over you when I can join you in whatever it is you're doing? We could be twice as productive. Twice as likely to get our tummies tickled by turgid terrain dwelling worms too, but that's a bonus, isn't it?"

[thestrexfiles]

[indestructigirlx]

"That wasn’t important was it?"

Claire looked down, slowly kneeling to pick up the broken bracelet.  Her dad had given it to her, so there was sentimental value.  It had snapped at the fastenings, the charms were still intact.  Perhaps it could be repaired.  

"It was," she said, "but it’s nothing that isn’t replaceable.  It’s just stuff, y’know?"  She gave a little smile.  "I’ll have to be a little more careful in the future."

[indestructigirlx]

Claire, unfortunately, had enough experience with blood to know the sight and smell of it immediately.  She hid her frown, though, as Kevin led her to the studio, trying to remain polite.  

But no amount of politeness in the world could keep the look of horror from presenting itself on her features, at the sight of the gore and viscera that adorned the room.  It was literally moving, and she fought the queasiness that was suddenly churning within her.  

Dear God, what had happened here?  

Her sneakers made a squishing sound as she took a couple tentative steps inside, and she silently hoped the rubber would be enough to protect against any blood seeping in.  The left chair did, indeed look cleaner; at least, clean enough to sit on.  But then, it was upholstered in dark fabric, so it was hard to tell.  

With a quiet breath, she went to sit down, sighing in relief to find the chair was dry.  The floor and everything else in the room, however, appeared to be a different story.  Her eyes scanned the control board as she tried to get used to the horrifying mess splattered across it.  She could do this.  Just a few quick stories and she could escape.  

Then find a motel and take twenty showers.  

"The station must be a very interesting company to work for," said Claire, attempting to keep the mood as light as it had been.

[strexinsideme]

Kevin wasn't half as oblivious as he pretended to be most of the time and so he didn't have a problem spotting the horror on Claire's face or her attempt to not breathe too deeply when she entered the room. He did his best to make her feel comfortable, offering her the cleaner headset and smiling in what he thought was a friendly fashion.

"Yes, it's a very interesting place to work. StrexCorp sponsors us and they've even provided all this new technology to help us." He waved his hand at the writhing flesh and viscera that the control board was mostly made out of. "It's the latest in biotech and wetware. It took me a while to get the hang of it and it is... erm... a bit messy, but it's so efficient. Let me just set things up here while you go ahead and put on that headset."

He turned his chair towards the control board, pressed a few squelching buttons and made the whole thing light up in a sick green color. Kevin put his own headset on, looking over at Claire.

"All you need to do is to speak clearly and answer my questions. You'll do fine. Anything you need to know before I start?"

[strexinsideme]

Would you happen to me the same strexinsideme as the one on twitter? If so, I love your account! Your roleplays are really different from any others that I've ever read!

That would happen to be me too, anon. And thank you! That's very kind of you to say.

[faintedincoils]

Accordion version of Desert Bluffs theme