<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>Charles Anselin, Darius Blake , open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Wesley coughed a little, but smiled at the knowledge that the supplies would appear under Cecil's desk, but he thought about it and said to Charles, “If we don't get to them when they're under Cecil's desk, I'm sure that they'll probably turn up where we least expect them. Some empty space, some forgotten void, will surely have a good area for them to materialize. Although there's no guarantee they'd stop vanishing on you. Huh. That sounds suspiciously like the intern break room, actually.” Wesley frowned at that realization.<br/><br/>But then he heard the talk shift to the merits of Carlos and Montgomery as scientists, and he said to Darius, “Now, now, sir. Not everyone follows tlzkh'ra, so it's a bit foolhardy to suggest that's necessary for science. I mean, what about Azazoth or the nameless horror of Qwellip? Now....as for the goat sacrificing you mention....well, not everyone sacrifices goats these days. We're a progressive society—we sometimes sacrifice chickens or rabbits rather than a whole goat. But I do think it's inviting terribly bad luck on themselves to not at least pray at one of the local blood stone circles. But Cecil vouches for Carlos, so I'm sure the man will get in the swing of things around here in due time, sir. Although....I'm not sure about Dr. Montgomery. He uses outside contractors—what's wrong with employing good, hard-working citizens of Night Vale?”<br/>