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Desert Bluffs Bloodlust

                                                ✯ @strexcarlos​ ✯ ​

            As soon as the sheriff set eyes on him, they knew there was something off about him. They were perhaps not as certain as to what, exactly, it was about him that was off, but it was nonetheless off and they knew it.

            That was what led to Sam personally tailing him, which is what led to them going into his house, which is how they ended up... here.

             They reviewed those steps again and yet they couldn’t figure out how this could have been avoided except to ignore the man when they’d spotted him. It was one of those situations where you tried to think back on things and pry them apart to see how each step had helped bring you to the place you’d wound up as though somehow you could go back and fix it all.

              You couldn’t, of course. 

               Neither could Sam.

[stevexcarlsberg]

The Lines and the Arrows

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            Steve Carlsberg was glaring. His normally cheerful, almost unassuming features ― so truly the face of the middle-aged father, the PTA vice president, living in the desert suburbs ― darkened into a scowl, not of malice, but of knowing.

            He stared down Carlos unflinchingly, hands clenched into trembling fists by his sides. He knew so much. The lines and the arrows that spread across the sky in endless patterns, the charts that showed him the ways to interact with the world, they swirled and pointed accusingly at this man in front of him. They told him to be wary, and he agreed with them.

           He was bad news for Night Vale, this scientist from StrexCorp. He was bad news for Cecil.

            “I want to know,” Steve told Carlos, even though he already knew. “I want to know what your intentions really are.”

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Ink Alley

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Carlos did not know who, exactly, they were. They could honestly have been Strex as easily as they could have been enemies of Strex, which made him quietly question some of the methods of his employers. Honestly, if they needed him for discipline or uptraining, they could say so instead of jumping him in a dark alley.

Not that it mattered now. They could have not been Strex. Whether they were or weren’t didn’t change the fact that he was alone at the end of an inky side street, covered in bruises, woozy and trying very hard to think and fairly sure he saw the silhouette of a person at the end of the street.

Kit loved wandering. The stars and moonlight gave the desert town a very poetic aura. And in Night Vale, the stars were not the only lights in the sky. The fact that the town seemed to change every time she walked through it only added to the mystique. 

A sound like a groan, and movement in the corner of her eye drew Kit’s attention to a side alley. It was only as she drew closer that she could see it was  a person, badly bruised and battered. “What on earth...” Kit asked gasped as she rushed forward. She assessed the damage as best as she could in the weak light. He was alive, at least, and conscious, if only barely. “You’re going to be okay.” Kit said, not sure if he could hear her. “I’m here to help.”

Kit had a long and storied history with officials and institutions. So she did not take her discovery to the hospital, but, holding up the injured man with her own body as a crutch, began to take him home. 

[ask-kevin-strexcorp]

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@strexcarlos

Kevin curled tightly around himself, his stomach giving an unpleasant turn. Something was Not Right. Kevin didn’t know what could possibly be Not Right. He was one of the employees that strove as close to absolute perfection as he could get. He ate his allotted meals when allowed, he took his mood enhancers, stabilizers, and various other uppers on a timely fashion.

A shadow loomed over him, and Kevin cringed at the thought of someone seeing him in such a state of laziness and disgust. His gaze flicked up and Kevin offered the scientist an apologetic but otherwise wide smile.

“Carlos! Ah, h-how can I, ah, how can I help you?” Kevin said, voice high pitched and anxious, while he ignored the puddle of sick, hoping desperately that Carlos didn’t notice.

[welcometocecilpalmer]

The Voice in the Storm

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        The rain came down furiously, pelting the lone figure running along the street outside of town. The wind howled and pushed him furiously, endeavouring wickedly to hurl him into the endless sea and drown him.

       He pulled his raincoat closer to himself and lowered his head, trying to protect his face from the brunt of the storm. His every step splashed loudly in the water pooling on the asphalt, and the exposed portion of his pants had been soaked through. 

       He wished dearly that he could have been dry and safe at home, but it had been his duty to warn the citizens of Night Vale of the approaching storm. The very city itself shifted under the assault, and if its Voice had not told its citizens to seek shelter, they, too, might have found themselves in this position.

        The restless waves reached up to seize at this lone man, grasping with shapeless hands at his ankles. At this rate, they would soon reach him, and he wasn’t sure if he could survive what would happen next.

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       “You often smell like antiseptic and whatever you’ve been working on recently, Carlos, and sometimes it’s very pungent, but underneath you always smell warm. You smell like your laboratory and the desert. You smell like your favourite cologne and sunny afternoons, and the shampoo I got on sale last month. You smell like I imagine lions smell, even though I’ve never actually seen a lion. You smell like all my favourite things. You smell like home.”

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Mysterious Lights Pass Overhead

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       “Carlos?” Cecil’s voice was soft, but there was a clear note of alarm to it.

       He was leaning over Carlos, blue eyes slightly wide in the relative darkness of the room, his hand on the scientist’s chest. The sound of his breathing was audible.

       “Sweetie, what’s wrong?” he asked. “Were you having a nightmare?”

       Carlos must have been tossing or talking in his sleep. Cecil was a rather light sleeper, particularly by contrast, and consistently rather sensitive to the other man’s movements and the sounds he made when it was time to sleep (or at least pretend to sleep).