#ataleoftwotowns

[thatangryintern]

((OK I’m back ))

(( Feel free to poke me for rp?   I want to rp o3o )) 

[ataleoftwotowns]

Hi, is this story still active? I was enjoying following the events...

We would like to continue it. We really would. Unfortunately, no one has really been participating in the events. That was probably our fault in the beginning, we weren’t really good at setting up clear conflicts and situations. Everyone was getting to know each other, and it seemed like people were afraid of stepping on our toes as the story tellers.

So we were hoping that as people grew more comfortable in the story they would begin to interact more. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. So at this point we’re really unsure as to what to do. Without muse interaction, the event seems pointless.

- VS

[ask-nightvales-voice]

“...... Listeners, forgive me if I seem... listless, today. Carlos says that I am starting to come off the supposed “addiction” to caffeine. Which is ridiculous, because everyone knows that coffee is an essential part of a radio professional’s diet. ... No matter, I have given up on having a cup of delicious, dark Void roast any time in the near future...”

[themoreyoustrex]

It was Monday morning, just after dawn, and most of the disgruntled, caffeineless churchgoers were filing out of the Church of the Smiling God. As usual, there were four or five people lined up outside the chapel door - sinners seeking repentance, most likely, or concerned devotees - and Diego was forced to wait his turn for his chance to talk to the priest. Normally, he would have pushed past the plebeians, but something about the priest made him... uneasy. Something in their eyes was just a bit too haunting. 

Finally, it was his turn. He wasted no time. “I need to talk to you. Privately.”

@nothingwillsaveyou

[ask-nightvales-voice]

“And.... that, Listeners, is why you never pull a spiderwolf’s tail.”

*loud yawn*

“Mmnn, sorry, everyone. I’m just a little.... *yawn* ... a little tired. Carlos said I’ve been going through ‘withdrawals’ after the absolutely unnecessary ban on caffeine. He’s been making me decaf green tea for my lunches, but I’m sorry to say it does little to help. Nevertheless, I shall remain here in my booth, speaking into this microphone and explaining the horrors of existence to all the listening ears out there.”

*longer yawn*

“... Hey, Intern Jeff? Can you please get me another cup of tea? I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep before the Weather...”

[candycoatedcadavers-blog]

Personally, I think the kids are onto something! No one should be allowed to police your sugar intake!! No one! It’s our God-given right to have as much sugar as we please!!

*sips at chocolate milk* 

[ask-nightvales-voice]

A loud growling came from within the radio breakroom, interns giving each other fearful glances as they scuttled by the open doorway. Inside, a lone figure stood hunched in front of the counter, claw-like hands gripping the edge of the faux-marble counter top as if trying to rip it off.

“Still..... no...... coffee?!?!?!?!” Cecil hissed, lips pulled back in a snarl as he glared balefully at the empty coffeemaker.

“I can’t work in these conditions!!!!”

The snarl turned into a pitiful whine, the energy leaving Cecil’s body as he slumped to the floor.

“Please.... just one cup??”

[ask-nightvales-voice]

“Listeners, I have breaking news. As many of you know, the first annual ‘Children’s Week’ has started today, and I myself have just experienced the first act of tyranny this new rule has brought. My coffee - my glorious, Void black brew - was brutally ripped out of my hands by an SSP officer and thrown into the pit in the intern break room. Let me repeat - a perfectly good cup of coffee, wasted!!!”

“You can imagine my dismay and utter shock, dear Listeners, but just as I was about to protest this blatant destruction, the officer reminded me of the strict ‘no caffeine’ law that has recently come into effect. While I had thought that the children would be more lenient towards those of us who work late hours at strenuous professions, it would appear that it is a blanket law, affecting anyone and everyone. Even the Hooded Figures are being denied at the local Starbucks; however, it would appear that the form of denial includes the barista curling up into a ball and sobbing under the counter while the Figures make their own cinnamon lattes.”

“I have no idea what this week shall bring, but I imagine it will take all our strength, all our fortitude as a town, to weather through. Until next time, dear Listeners. Goodnight, Night Vale, Goodnight.”