<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>Darius Blake, Isaac Thornton, open<br/><br/>Wesley rolled his eyes at Darius; it was obvious the two weren't going to agree. Wesley knew that being an intern in this situation wasn't really helping either; it was probably making him look cheeky. He said, “For him to hire Desert Bluffs outside help encourages them to come here. So...nah, it's still not a great idea. Unless he's going to sacrifice them all...and it still won't solve the problem that he's setting an example that Desert Bluffs people can come over here and take our work from good Night Vale citizens. We deal with vanishings and sacrifices all the time, and it's never been a problem before. And as for Carlos...think what you like. I think we're just going to have to agree to disagree, sir.”<br/><br/>He heard someone new and turned to listen to the words spoken by Isaac about whether the new doc was as bad as Carlsburg or the Apache Tracker, and he grinned. He said, “Well, the new doctor doesn't seem to be big on cultural appropriation, so....he's still better than the Apache Tracker, in my book. I've always wondered why he can't just admit that, like most of us, he is guided by forces unknown that sometimes grant him strange abilities. Is that so hard to say? Does he really need a headdress to make people believe he's capable of the occult?”<br/><br/>He coughed uncomfortably, shifting from side to side; he hadn't really expected to get in a debate today with anyone, so this was both unpleasant and suprising, two adjectives he often associated with the town. He asked both of them, “On a more pleasant note, have any of you been up to anything interesting around town, lately?”