#intern dana

[stilltheturtlemoves]

"Listeners, look past the things you think you see. Move your head just a touch to the left, a glance in a world of perspectives, and then you might see it: an entire universe in the corner of your eye." - Dana Cardinal

[stilltheturtlemoves]

They survived the most dangerous job to ever exist (night vale community radio intern)

[fandomrelatedshowerthoughts]

With how much Tumblr appears to be falling in love with Brilliant Minds I'm surprised more fans haven't noticed "if I had a nickel for every time a show where the leads were a mlm couple had a side character intern named Dana..."

[incorrectwtnvquotes]

Intern Maureen : The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it.

Intern Dana: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side.

Cecil: Write that down!! I'm using it for the ad break!

[5-5-onperiodictable]

wtf do u mean intern Dana is stuck in the dog park

What shall I do without her

I will miss her

noooooooooooooooo

[grapesofhappiness]

I've reached the live action show and mayoral election. Welcome to Nightvale did not have to go this hard but they did and like wow!

Thank you

[emberdune]

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DANA:

I can’t seem to get hold of Cecil. I’m trying to tell him something important. But just as I showed up here again, he announced the weather.

The weather is beautiful there.

Cecil cannot hear me, and I do not remember what I wanted to say.

[pause]

I remember the table at my grandfather’s house. It had carved legs in the shape of a myriad of animals, spiraling around each other, whole ecosystems within each leg. But it was also well-used. We ate there. We talked there. We lived around it, in rows and columns delineated by chairs and space.

I remember diagonals of sunlight in the late afternoon drawn across its flat expanse, transversed by my grandfather’s hand as he swept it through whatever story he was telling, to highlight the words with motion, to motion us closer to the words. I remember my mother, as rapt as I was. I remember my brother, as rapt as I was.

I remember that I haven’t seen my mother or my brother for months now. And, in some ways, I miss that table more than I miss them. We are all of us only one life each, but that table is all of our lives added together, a delicate tangled problem we never wished to solve.

But life solves all our problems against our will.

I remember I am Dana. Or I am Dana’s double. One of us killed the other with a stapler. Even I don’t know which one. I have these memories, but memories prove nothing. Experiences also prove nothing. There are many proofs for nothing. It is the concept of which we are most certain.

I’m sorry. I am trying to remember something important and I am failing.

My grandfather died a long time ago. A few months ago I killed my double. These facts have no symmetry. They are disconnected.

I must find a way back to you, listeners.  I must protect Night Vale, and Cecil, and my mother, and my brother, and whoever I am, I must protect them from what is coming. The unraveling of all things.

This winding gorge spirals around itself, an empty ecosystem within the mountain. Beyond it, the desert is a flat expanse, with diagonals of sunlight, transversed by my passing. I am sweeping through my own story, highlighting the words with motion, motioning us closer to the end.

This is not what I wanted to tell you.

Listeners: Look past the things you think you see. Move your head just a touch to the left. A glance in a world of perspectives. And then you might see it. An entire universe in the corner of your eye.

I have seen this lighthouse with its red beam rotating out into the desert distance. I have seen the dog park and it's infinite, bland secrets. I have seen the settlement in the gorge, and I do not wish to see it again. I have seen Cecil. But I have not seen my mother. I have not seen my brother. Life solves the problems we hope it won’t.

You may hear from me again. I am afraid... no, concerned...no, afraid...that you will not.

I wish I could stay, but the noise of the approaching... whatever it is... has gotten louder, closer. I must go. 

This is Intern Dana. Sister. Daughter. Or not. Dana with a question mark. This is me or my double, signing out.  

I miss you, Night Vale. 

Goodbye.

[lady-potato-ninja]

Inktober day 3: A redraw of intern Dana from WTNV ! After the main couple, she’s my favorite character 😌