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@thescientistsniece
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clocksthatdontwork started following you
"… Uncle Carlos?"
"Esperanza, hey." he gave a smile. "You’re here! how are you?"
Thank God, she had found the right Hispanic man this time. Who knew one town could have so many?
The smile was returned, the woman shifting on her feet. “Alright, I guess, finally moved into the apartment a few days ago and finished unpacking earlier today. What about you? Still dating the radio guy?”
"Well, yes, I guess I am." he blushed a little. "Cecil. Oh, I bet he’d like to meet you, if and when you have the time."
"I'd love to meet him, actually." She grinned. "I was considering part-timing as an intern at the radio station anyhow, a lot of the interns seem to leave their jobs pretty quickly for some reason."
voxvallisnocte started following you
"Oh, hello! Sorry for running into you like that." The woman sighed pushing her glasses back into place. "I should probably pay attention to where I'm going."
clocksthatdontwork started following you
"… Uncle Carlos?"
"Esperanza, hey." he gave a smile. "You’re here! how are you?"
Thank God, she had found the right Hispanic man this time. Who knew one town could have so many?
The smile was returned, the woman shifting on her feet. "Alright, I guess, finally moved into the apartment a few days ago and finished unpacking earlier today. What about you? Still dating the radio guy?"
clocksthatdontwork started following you
"... Uncle Carlos?"
((A gift to the Kevins I follow, seeing as they play my favorite character.))
kevinvoiceinthewilderness started following you
"Oh, hi! I just moved here, so I'm not too familiar with the denizens of Night Vale yet. May I ask your name?"
yourgreatwarmth started following you
"Well, you're certainly... bright. Nice to meet you."
Just before he could glance at the number he dialed on his cell, the other’s words grabbed his attention and jerked him back towards the receiver, golden eyes widened briefly. “E-Excuse me? I, ah, believe you have the wrong person. My apologies, I-I don’t-“
A frown creased the woman's features as she listened to the man on the phone speak, her hands moving automatically to put the shirt she had been folding down on the pile of laundry after pushing the cat off it. "My name is Esperanza, and unless my mother had twin brothers then you're my uncle. You run a lab here in Night Vale, right? I moved here to help you in the lab when needed."
There was the sound of Ezzy flopping down onto her bed. "Dear sweet mother of God, this town is confusing..."
Headcanon Meme Time!
⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do
⏀ describe their usual smile
⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?
❧ describe their usual sleeping position
✑ describe something they like without naming it
✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?
❖ describe their hands
❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying
§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?
❤ describe how they show affection.
✭ what is one of their favorite items?
corruptedcarlos started following you
"Esperanza Vargas speaking, how may I help you?" The number on her caller ID had looked vaguely familiar (maybe her uncle’s lab?), but she had just moved here so it was best to be careful.
"Erm, I may have the wrong number. I’m looking for Cecil? This is Carlos," the scientist retorted, a single brow perking as he thought over the number he dialed. He was sure he had the one right prior-
"Sorry, there's no Cecil in this apartment, although I think-"
Waaaait. She knew that voice. "Wait, Uncle Carlos? That you? It's Ezzy, sorry I haven't called you before."
corruptedcarlos started following you
"Esperanza Vargas speaking, how may I help you?" The number on her caller ID had looked vaguely familiar (maybe her uncle's lab?), but she had just moved here so it was best to be careful.
nightvaleprivateclinic started following you
"Oh, hi! Good to know the town has a clinic, it does seem a bit dangerous here- Wait. How did you get my number?"
i-am-the-ka-rohl started following you
"... Well. Was not expecting anything like you here."
the-hooded-white-noise started following you
You're one of those LARPers in hoods from around town, aren't you?
Are kitten infestations normal, or are there just a bunch of stray cats near the apartments? This little guy decided to invite himself into my place when I got the newspaper.
kittiesinthemorning:
I just don’t understand how this happened. But here’s a picture of a lemon from my backyard
WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK
when life gives yoǘ̻̬͓͎̣̟̩̦͢ ͪ̂̀̆҉̳̘̝̺̀l͇̬̹̞̻̥͕̥̗̒̎ͩ̋ͥ͆e͙̭̭̠̣̠̊́ͩ̂̓̀ṃ̛̍̂͛̈̏o̠̪̪ͤ͗͘n̵͉̣ͭͧ̿ͧ͛̀s̷̠͑ͬͫͦ̅͡ ̸͐ͤ͘҉̦̺M̰̹͙͇ͮ̉ͫͅȦ̻̔̅̇̑ͭ͛͋͘K̠̻̫̤̇̀ͥE͂ͪ͏̱̤͚͕ ̞͔̜̬̑ͯ͑͢ͅŞ͔̦̩̳̣̖ͮ͊ͨA͈̓͂̈́̀̀̚͘C̡̠̟͉ͪ͆̔ͤ͂ͪR̬͙͕ͪ̀͠Ĩ̵̖͚̑̊̓́F͎͕̄Iͬͧ̀̂̑ͪ͟͏̴̪̤ͅC̢̰̝͓̗͛ͬ̔̍̓́́̚̚Ḙ̶̠̰̳̩̳̊ͭͮ̇̇̚̕S̻͖̣̰̒̈͟
it’s back
Satan lemon
every villain is lemons
And finally, dear listeners, a reminder; several concerned citizens have brought to the city’s attention an irregularity surrounding this summer’s citrus harvest. City council would like to remind all enterprising fruit pickers to exercise reasonable caution when acquiring these fruits. Grasp the fruit firmly around its circumference, pull slowly but steadily to avoid damaging the tree, and under no circumstances heed its demands of you. Do not acknowledge or obey the depraved whisperings of the demon fruit.
And now: The Weather.
... What the hell?