<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/Wesley_NV_image_2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Wesley Morris<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Intern<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Employee Lounge<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>What you see in the picture<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Josie Posie, open.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Wesley was new at this whole “intern” thing, but after less than a week at it, he felt right at home. The station was cozy, so long as he remembered not to touch that fridge. He was curious about it and the exact whys and hows of the reasons snacks and lunch couldn't be put in there, but Wesley figured that it was unwise to ask too many questions. The Sheriff's Secret Police always said that, at any rate. But he was going to keep thinking about it in the back of his mind. Was there food in there? If so, what kind of food? And if there was not, why was there a fridge here in the first place? But he stifled those thoughts. Those were the types of curious thoughts that resulted in a man becoming one of the bleached forgotten cadavers in the desert. Better to just let it go, really.<br/><br/>He looked at the note on the door that said: "I have met a lot of psychos, but none as boring as you." Then he noticed the one below it that said: "I bet I can prove ya wrong." Wesley pulled out a small permanent red marker, scribbled out the word “boring” and scrawled in tiny print “loquacious” in its place. There were some wordy people in this station. Then he pulled out a sticky note and scribbled “Have a non-violent and industrious week!” He found notes like that all over the Night Vale station....and he had a bad tendency to scribble replies to them. He wasn't sure if they would ever be answered....but that note in the bathroom he'd left about hygeneie had been removed and<strong>replaced with a cartoony picture</strong>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/8400309d79490cf7f3b61f207def45a8/tumblr_mifdl7XeIm1qdb5cdo1_500.jpg) of the Observers from the TV show Fringe...so someone had obviously read at least one of his replies.<br/><br/>He noticed Josie in the lounge, the new host of that book review show. He thought it was nice to see some varied programs—it made Night Vale's station presumably far better in quality than the one in Desert Bluffs, not that they already weren't better, but it was nice to widen the gap nonetheless. He called cheerily to her, “Need coffee or anything? Hope you're settling in all right here; I heard you were new to Night Vale.”