#nightvalecashier

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nightvale-cashier reblogged your post:

…You’re not replaceable, Kevin. Not to me.

I...thank you, Lola. Unfortunately, you're not the one who gets to decide these things.

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Slipped under Kevin's front door there is a note, one he might have overlooked previously given it is small, written on the back of an Arby's receipt for two medium drinks and a large order of curly fries. The message is simple- "Kevin, I came to check on you. I've been worried sick. I'm going to the Strex Help Desk now, please text me when you read this so I know you're okay. Love, Lola" With a small addition beneath "PS You really are my best friend."

It had taken him quite a while to find the note and it took him another long while to decipher what the words on it meant; he was so very, very out of it.

Finally, he simply texted back: “no pls dnt go to strx pls” because…wow, yeah, that was a bad thing to do.

[scoutmasterearlharlan]

nightvale-cashier replied to your post: Earl... The boys are chanting at the lights again. This time they've got a goat-ah-had a goat! I think they just sacrificed it.

Not YET but the lights are getting frantic. They’re coming lower and moving faster- I really don’t want to be hosing little boy off the front windows again. I thought you talked to them about this?

I did. I told them no more human sacrifices. Not without my consent. Animals, though... I mean, they do have to practice their ritualistic chanting somewhere and a lot of them really want that summoning badge.

[ezratheintern]

What even am I doing here? - Closed RP with nightvale-cashier

Kevin had been on 'sick leave' for two days now (was it really sick leave, Mr. Free was never sick it didn't feel right to Ezra, not at all) and for some reason, Ezra had been been roped into running the daily broadcast. He was not the Voice, he was hardly a voice, much less the Voice, and he was so out of his element that...there really weren't any words for how out of his element he was. Up until this week, his duties had been to make the coffee, to fix the printer, to keep the booth moist. This was not what he wanted to be doing.

And then there were the questions. 'Where's Kevin?' 'When's Kevin coming back?' 'What's going on?' and he didn't have any answers. What was he supposed to say? "Well, there's no word from the boss, he's probably dead! Hahaha,"? Was that what he was supposed to say? He didn't think so. And though he knew how to use the board, he had the nearly uncontrollable urge just to start jabbing and buttons and hoping for the best. He was never all that good under pressure, and that much was perfectly obvious at the moment. He should have called in sick himself...

[scoutmasterearlharlan]

nightvale-cashier replied to your post “Did you ever horribly mispronounce anything as a kid?”

My mother made me eat hot sauce if I mispronounced things. You're lucky yours thought it was, ya know, cute.

I was her птичка, her little bird. I don't think I could do anything wrong in her eyes. Not for a long while, at least.

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nightvale-cashier said: Why are you telling him to stop Stacey?! TAKE IT OFF! *waves a handful of ones*

Because I'm a polite, sane person?

But i know, right? Like, DAMN.I

[scoutmasterearlharlan]

nightvale-cashier replied to your post: Hey could you... [sees you] um...*clears throat* *glances away*

Why are you telling him to stop Stacey?! TAKE IT OFF! *waves a handful of ones*

I am not a stripper, young lady.

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//tumblr isnt letting me respond to Lola, I'm sorry.