[Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge
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				Title: <strong>[Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 17:27:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/WTNVBanner_zpsc5a80e7b.jpg)</div><br>Pinned to the frosted glass window leading into the employee lounge is a note that says, "I have met a lot of psychos, but none as boring as you."<br><br>Below that is a second not that says, "I bet I can prove ya wrong."<br><br>With the smell of burnt coffee and stale cigarettes, the Night Vale Community Radio Station Employee Lounge is a lovely place. Thread bare couches. Tables with peeling table tops. A fridge that rattles and growls once in a while with a chain across it and a nice laminated sign that says, "Not for food storage. ~Station Management"<br><br>A nice, relaxing place for the employees of NVRS to mix and mingle.<br><br>Please do not set anything on fire. Some of the Interns are a little twitchy around fire and this is meant to be a relaxing environment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 18:55:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/288563ba-7db0-47f7-98f9-d9539e58ac04_zpscc962643.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Josie Posie<br><strong>Position:</strong> Radio Hostess<br><strong>Location:</strong> Employee Lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=99726003)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>This town was...interesting...to say the least. All starting with that Arby's she'd stopped at. She blamed the restaurant for her car stopping working. That seemed a silly thing to blame it on, but it had worked fine up till she stopped there. Obviously they had done something to it. Probably put a banana in her gas tank or something silly like that. Wasn't that what teenagers these days did? Or maybe cooking oil, since, you know, it was a restaurant. <br><br>Beyond that, it just seemed strange over all. A hot, desert town in the middle of no where. Josie wasn't even sure what state it was in. She'd tried to go to the local library to find out more about the town, but the library was closed. It wasn't even a Sunday. There was a sign saying that the books weren't safe for the next two weeks. So she moved on. Josie figured she'd find out where she was eventually. Whenever she tried to talk to someone about it, they started to seem like they were going to tell her about the town, but then they would start rambling about other stuff. Angels, dog parks, hooded figures, Pink Floyd, etc...<br><br>After a week here, she kind of started to enjoy it. It was hot, but not intolerable. And the pizza was good. Just looking around, it reminded her, in mood, of her home back in Ohio...but on closer inspection, Josie was sure this place was going to give her that much needed boost in her life that she was craving.<br><br>Even better, she managed to get a job at the local radio station. It was amazing. Especially since the station looked so small from the outside that she'd figured that they would only have one host and one show. Small towns always seemed like that. Yet, Night Vale Community Radio Station was much larger on the inside than it looked and it hosted a variety of shows. <br><br>Josie had managed to score a spot hosting a book review type show. In all honesty, she couldn't think of a better way to spend her days. Reading all night and then talking over the radio during the day about the book she'd read.<br><br>She just hoped she got along with the other hosts.<br><br>Currently, she was sitting with her red, polka-dotted heels crossed on the thread bare couch in the lounge with a very small book in her hands. The title read <em>'Six Characters In Search Of An Author</em> by Luigi Pirandello.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 22:34:36</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; Intern<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; 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.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 01:32:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/288563ba-7db0-47f7-98f9-d9539e58ac04_zpscc962643.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Josie Posie<br><strong>Position:</strong> Radio Hostess<br><strong>Location:</strong> Employee Lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=99726003)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wesley, Open<br><br><hr><br>Hearing the door to the lounge open and close, Josie peeked over the edge of her book. It was good to see that they were relaxed about how people dressed around here. She hadn't seen many people yet and had been worried that her outfit wouldn't fit in. Not to mention that her last job at the Wobby Radio Shack was awful. For a music place, they'd been oddly strict. Uniforms and what not.<br><br>&nbsp;"Coffee? Oh, no, but thank you. Unless it's got a shot of rum in it, I never touch the stuff," she declined with a smile. People sure seemed friendly around this town. Even those strange men wearing the balaclava and short capes working at that sporting good store called <em>Playball</em> who sold her that nice tennis racket. Josie wasn't sure why she needed a tennis racket, since she had never played before, but when he showed it to her, she decided she had to have it.<br><br>"Yes, I'm new to town. I've been here about three weeks. Though I spent that first week pushing my car to the place I'm staying," she wasn't about to leave it at the Arby's.<br><br>Why was it hard making conversation? Josie was a fairly confident person, but new people worried her sometimes, "So, what do you think of that explosion?" people kept insisting it didn't happen, but she'd seen the blast from the sidewalk when it happened. There were at least a hundred witnesses. And people insisted it didn't happen even before she brought it up. So obviously it did, right?<br><br>"Do think like that happen a lot around here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 11:50:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/Suit_denmark_by_camisicado-d2ykkb02.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Darius Blake<br><strong>Position:</strong> Radio Host<br><strong>Location:</strong> Employee Lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> His suit covered with a black trenchcoat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>While Darius was new, just like Josie, there was the significant difference that he was better informed however and as such he knew better then to come unprepared. Which basicly meant that he didn't come in like everyone else. His entry was a little more extravagant. Meaning that he stumbled into the Lounge right after the door barged open.<br><br>Even before he stumbled in there was such a strong smell of booze that it made people fear an explosion from any lightsource that might be in close vacinity. He looked around, wearing an intense stare, as if to search for things that weren't real and his face lightened up as he seemed to have found what her searched for. Finally his gaze turned to what he presumed were his coworkers. He raised a bottle of what seemed to have been whiskey before Darius drank three quarters of the bottle, changing the<br><br>"Whisey?", he asked, his tongue heavy with all the booze that already went past it. Thankfully a strange and powerful unknown entity made letters appear in front of him, translating his unintelligable nonsense into: <strong>Does anyone want some Whiskey?</strong><br><br>Ok...at this point it should be fairly obvious that "better prepared" was a lie big enough to form an entity that spends it's time translating the mumbling of drunk radio hosts. Darius hadn't even bothered figuring out what his show was actually about...he thought something along the lines of gardening, but most likely he'd end up giving tips on how to avoid thought and secretpolice to find out about the minor crimes everyone in this city commits on a daily basis. Like thinking...how dare they thinking about how to think. Everyone had commited one at some point and the best he could do for those poor souls is to make sure they acted in an acceptable manner about it, so the Sheriffs secret police can overlook them untill they need something.<br><br>The blond guy dropped into the couch, next to Josie. "Name'sh Darush...pleasameya....", he mumbled at the world in general, words forming once again. <strong>My name is Darus, pleased to meet both of you.</strong><br><br>"Thanksh", he mumbled and again the words formed. <strong>You are welcome, Darius.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparrowhawke</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 06:00:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/f58a764d-0faf-44ea-ad28-26b01294609f_zps5121b97f.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Charles Anselin<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cleaner<br><strong>Location:</strong> Employee lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Everything but the mask (http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/CharlesAnselin_zpse3b09721.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open/Darius<br><br><hr><br>Charles couldn’t help but notice the notes pinned to the window, and the revisions just made to them, and he gave a light-hearted chuckle as he opened the door. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy working here. He was an avid listener of the radio, of course, and when he had received confirmation that he was working here (from none other than Cecil himself!) he had wondered if maybe Angels had intervened to remove the distraction of his old job, whatever it was, just in time.<br><br>He kept such thoughts to himself, of course, if they were not responsible they may very well take offence. His thoughts were cut off as he entered the room, however, and he spotted one of the new hosts. This new host appeared to be very drunk, so drunk as to have some unknown entity translating his speech, the last of which Charles had managed to catch. And if he was that drunk, well, then he was probably drunk enough to end up vomiting all over the floor.<br><br><strong>”I don’t even know where the cleaning supplies are yet...”</strong> He spoke with a mixture of disappointment (over the potential mess) and excitement (over simply being there). It was far too good a day to be worried over a little mess, after all. And who knew what other things he might end up cleaning up. He found himself beaming as he moved to sit beside Darius, and he turned to him, offering his hand and speaking in a bright, bubbly tone. <strong>”My name is Charles, I’ll be cleaning up after you if you blow your chunks.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 22:44:54</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; Intern<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Employee Lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the picture<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Josie Posie, Charles Anselin, open<br><br><hr> <br><br>Wesley's eyes shifted to the left and then to the right at Josie's question about the explosion. He coughed and said, “Oh...um.....you mean the one we're not supposed to remember that I most certainly do not remember, seeing as I don't need the World Government to mind sweep to help me not remember?” He ran a hand through his hair and said, “That was an impressive explosion that did not happen in the slightest. And if it did exist, of course, it would be a lie.”<br><br>He shifted the topic to something nominally more gossip-worthy. He said, “So....have you met Dr. Montgomery and Nurse Norwick? I can't believe he set up his lab near Carlos' lab. That's just being unfairly competitive...I mean, normally scientists disappear here, so it's not fair to try to compete with the only one that hasn't mysteriously vanished.” He harrumphed and got annoyed at even the mention of the new doctor and the nurse.<br><br>He saw Darius and Charles in the Lounge—was the new radio host drunk? Well, it was very unclassy of him, although it denoted a man that knew how to have fun. He could see how annoyed Charles was....drunks tended to be messy. He called out to Charles, “Hey, since I'm not needed, if you need me to help you find the cleaning supplies, I'm sure I can figure out where they are. Unless they vanished mysteriously like the bathroom hand sanitizers. In which case, I'm sure they'll reappear on their own.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 22:30:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/Suit_denmark_by_camisicado-d2ykkb02.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Darius Blake<br><strong>Position:</strong> Radio Host<br><strong>Location:</strong> Employee Lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> His suit covered with a black trenchcoat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Charles, Wesley<br><br><hr><br>Deep ocean blue eyes met the cleaner as if to ask him if the answer to his problem isn't a little bit too trivial to bother someone as drunk, resourceful and humble as Darius with him...that or he tried to remember his name...he assumed it was Charles... Darrius was always really really bad with names when he killed half of his brain, with something that once was alkohol, just to be made deadlyer to the point where just smelling it could kill 3 orphans and a medium sized pidgeon...by getting the pidgeon drunk and crashing into a nursery that is. A very unlikely scenerio, but so are you. He shook off a little of his dizzyness.<br><br>"Err...look under Cecils desk in about...", he began, his lips moving silently as he comuted the numbers in his head. "20 minutes 12.4123 seconds...they should appear there for 30 seconds if you take them away during that time it should stop disappearing for the next 23 hours...at least that's in theory...apparations tend to be somewhat of a Trickster. However I really don't know the significance of it at this very moment...maybe you should get it anyways though...there a certain chance that glowing red massages will appear on every coffee mug today."<br><br>Suddenly his eyes darted over to Wesley. After he spoke of Carlos and Montgomery as scientists. For a few very short seconds one could see a portal to dark dimensions of unspeakable horror and pain opening in Darrius pupils.<br><br>"Sure...", he said slowly his voice filled with venom, "...just like two stores for solar cell powered flashlights are competition. I BEG you...i bet none of those guys even nows how to properly sacrifice a goat? And what scientific research could ever be done without a performing sacrifice to tlzkh'ra first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparrowhawke</strong> on <strong>14-10-2013, 09:50:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/f58a764d-0faf-44ea-ad28-26b01294609f_zps5121b97f.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Charles Anselin<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cleaner<br><strong>Location:</strong> Employee lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Everything but the mask (http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/CharlesAnselin_zpse3b09721.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Darius/Wesley/Open<br><br><hr><br>Charles looked around when Wesley spoke, realizing with some embarrassment that he hadn't fully noticed his nor Josie's presence in the room up till that point. His blush was soon replaced by a wide smile when Wesley offered to help him find the cleaning supplies. How nice of him, very helpful. He wondered if he was an intern, and if that was the case, how long he'd be around. Charles wondered how long <em>he</em> would be around, too. He was about to thank the man when Darius spoke again.<br><br>Charles' eyes widened a little at the idea of finding the supplies under <em>Cecil's</em> desk. The earlier, faint blush reappeared on his cheeks, and he shook his head for a moment. <strong>"Oh... No. I'm sure you can avoid throwing up long enough for them to show up somewhere else."</strong> It wasn't as if he would end up interrupting a show, or anything, but he wasn't going to risk it. He didn't really want his first time meeting Cecil in person to consist of him being caught rummaging under the man's desk for something that may or may not be there. After all, not long ago Darius was being <em>translated</em>. For all he knew the man could be rambling about anything!<br><br>And then what the man said next. He wasn't even sure how to understand it. Surely the man was too drunk to speak sense, and he hadn't spoken any ill of Carlos the scientist. The other one, Dr Montgomery, he didn't much care about. But Cecil himself had said that Carlos was a good scientist, so it must be true, right? He kept his mouth shut, though, not sure he wanted to go any further in the direction Darius had taken the conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 09:13:19</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; Intern<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; 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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostphoenix713</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 00:03:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elorien.net/Suggested%20Adoptables/Ryan_Kwanten.png)</div> <strong>Name: Isaac Thornton</strong><br><strong>Position:</strong> Intern <br><strong>Location:</strong> Employee Lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What's in the picture, plus pants<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open <br><br><hr><br>Isaac wandered into work, wearing clothes he'd found in the closet at the house that the driver's license he'd found in his pocket said belonged to him. A creepy old woman without a face helped him pick them out, though he didn't remember her all that well. He still didn't remember who he was, but there were only a few pictures on his dresser and most of them of just himself holding empty air as if posing with it. Isaac assumed he had an invisible friend and had continued to work. <em>It was really nice of that hooded figure to let me know about this internship,</em> he thought as he walked into the station. One of the walls to his immediate left was bleeding, but it didn't bother him. He put a wet floor sign he found nearby in front of the slowly growing puddle that formed under the bloody waterfall and headed towards the employee lounge.<br><br>He saw a few notes unevenly spaced along the walls and read them as he walked by, but didn't pay much attention to them; if they'd been addressed to him then they would have had his name on them. He skirted the door to Station Management's office and entered the employee lounge, apparently walking into the middle of a conversation. Not wanting to interrupt, he sidled over to the coffee and poured a cup. The steam formed strange runes, but didn't all coffee? He heard mention of the new doctor in town and he frowned, shaking his head.<br><br>"That guy is such a jerk, almost as bad as Steve Carlsberg," he commented, "though I haven't made up my mind whether or not if he's as bad as the Apache Tracker." He stopped speaking, wondering how he knew those names or why thinking of them made him want to open the fridge and punch whatever was scrabbling around inside. He shook himself and held out a hand to the room at large, a smile plastered on his face. "Isaac Thornton, new intern."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 19:29:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/Suit_denmark_by_camisicado-d2ykkb02.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Darius Blake<br><strong>Position:</strong> Radio Host<br><strong>Location:</strong> Employee Lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> His suit covered with a black trenchcoat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Charles, Wesley<br><br><hr><br>Oh Wesley surely was right it appearing somewhere worse, but Darius didn't said so. People that ignored his well meant advice&nbsp; sure deserved their destiny. If he was an intern he's just assume it would be gruesume, in the case of staff however, they just disappeared usually, which was one of the reasons Darius liked interns a lot more, at least they put up a show when they died.<br><br>Wesley even made some valid scientific observations.&nbsp; However the little bit respect Wesley gained in Darius' eyes was immediately crushed by once again, echoing Cecil's opinion. "You think Cecil will save you from the darkness that shrieks, the darkness that howls or the darkness that that does cock-a-doodle-do? Carlos looks inside clocks and then says they wouldn't function. He's an amateur, if he'd ever do, real science we'd be doomed. Oh he's a nice guy with perfect hair and perfect tan, but he's inexperienced. Painfully so", Darius reasoned with much more patience this time.<br><br>Then they began talking about the dr....well this he could understand. Cecil made some valid points concerning his reputation as a scientist. However, while Darius did agree that this man had no right to be called a scientist he was not sure about his recent move. <br><br>"Well...this one move has potential actually. A lot of people go missing during the construction of such structures and when done it's always a nice gesture to sacifice the remaining so their blood strengthens the structure. Now the question is, would you rather spill blood of a citizen or an outsider? Not that i would care, being one myself. Still i heard there are some people form Desert Bluffs...maybe he found a way to utilize the blackness of their souls for powering devices? I'd be interested in that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - Night Vale Radio Station Employee Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 20:09:30</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; Intern<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; 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?”
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