Cecil Gershwin Palmer (
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[radio] this is much worse than the subway
[Cecil has never had to broadcast from a handheld radio before. It's practically a walkie-talkie. He's not even sure if this is getting out to anyone, but a radio personality is nothing without an audience. Maybe literally.]
[The broadcast sounds like there are at least four hooded figures with Cecil as he talks, all distortion and static.]
Hello? Night V--er--Wonderland? Sor--kssssss--ssional broadcast, but I'm coming to you from a handheld, and well...I'm not even--fffssssss--nyone is hearing this. Seems we're in the midst of an event again. I can only assume that all of my fellow Wonderland denizens share my current fate and are trapped in a se--kzzt--erground mines.
The signal is so very weak, Wonderland. I hope you can hear my v--sssss. I hope it brings you some comfort; some modicum of human contact in these trying times. I hope that all of you are still alive and well. There are ma--fsss--onsters about, and a dangerous-looking lake. If you are in a group, stay in your group. There is strength in numbers, Wonderland.
[There's a pause and then--since there's no Station Management around to yell at him, and Cecil is more afraid than he's been in awhile--he decides to get personal.]
Carlos? If you can hear me...if you are--zzzzfffff--lease...please be safe.
[The broadcast sounds like there are at least four hooded figures with Cecil as he talks, all distortion and static.]
Hello? Night V--er--Wonderland? Sor--kssssss--ssional broadcast, but I'm coming to you from a handheld, and well...I'm not even--fffssssss--nyone is hearing this. Seems we're in the midst of an event again. I can only assume that all of my fellow Wonderland denizens share my current fate and are trapped in a se--kzzt--erground mines.
The signal is so very weak, Wonderland. I hope you can hear my v--sssss. I hope it brings you some comfort; some modicum of human contact in these trying times. I hope that all of you are still alive and well. There are ma--fsss--onsters about, and a dangerous-looking lake. If you are in a group, stay in your group. There is strength in numbers, Wonderland.
[There's a pause and then--since there's no Station Management around to yell at him, and Cecil is more afraid than he's been in awhile--he decides to get personal.]
Carlos? If you can hear me...if you are--zzzzfffff--lease...please be safe.
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He's just in time to catch about the last half of the broadcast Cecil is making. Relief is immediate and intense on the fact that his boyfriend is still alive, but short-lived considering he still has to sneak pass the dogs.
Seriously, he really hopes he doesn't get ripped to pieces while he's talking. It'd just be his luck.]
Cecil, it's Carlos. I'm fine for now, but--[static]--dogs in the room I'm in. Where are you?
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This is--it's all really awful. Don't turn into a zombie, alright? I'm coming.
[In what direction, he has no idea, but he's coming.]
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[He peeks out from behind the pile of crates. There's nothing there anymore, and he can't hear the dogs, either. Carlos breathes out a small sigh of relief.]
The dogs left the room I'm in, at least. There's a pile of creates, some lanterns, cable. [static]--else. By the way, I don't plan on being a zombie or anything like that.
[He'll definitely agree on the awful bit, but he's trying to remain calm for Cecil's sake.]
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[He's audibly relieved at the news that the dogs are gone.] Good. Seriously, these dogs--I never thought--ksss--be a canine-related problem that was worse than a puppy infestation.
Hmm. Well...I just passed a four-way junction. There--sssss--some claw marks on one of the corners...there's a crossbeam overhead...none of this really helps, does it? Oh, wait--there's a room up ahead...I see a barrel--oh, oops, spider.
[There's a SKREEEEEE in the background.]
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He can't help paling when he hears that screech. That noise will stay with him to his grave.]
Are you alright? I think I ducked into a room like that a while ago, but there wasn't a spider there before.
[Which is a good thing. Otherwise, Cecil's boyfriend would have promptly thrown himself into the dogs than deal with the fuck off large spider.]
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[There's a clatter and a whole ton of static as the radio is knocked out of Cecil's hand. When the static clears there's another horrid screech, a yelp from Cecil and then a dull, distant thunk. Followed by another, and another and another.]
[Seconds pass and then there's more static and a scraping sound.]
I feel so bad for these spiders! Something's wrong with them...I don't want to kill them, but--
[Stay professional, Cecil. Stay cool in front of your boyfriend.] You think, uh. You could find that room again? It might be the same room. I'll just wait here for a minute...
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[Cautiously, Carlos leaves his tenuous safety from behind the crates. Progress might be a little on the slow side, but better that than dead.
At the same time, he feels he should offer something comforting. He casts around for a topic that might be safe or something.]
Uh...did you ask me about the moon, once?
[Carlos vaguely recalls something like that happening, though he's not sure if Cecil asked or someone else in Night Vale.]
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[Evelyn's voice crackles over the line, equally perturbed and dealing with a somewhat weak signal. It didn't take her very long to realise whose event it was: Philip had told her (albeit not in excessive detail) about his time spent in Greenland, about the mines and the 'Facility' somewhere beneath them.
The dogs and the spiders were disconcerting at best, wholly troublesome at worst, and arming herself with a piece of busted, frozen piping is about as high-tech as she could get under the circumstances.
Still, it's nice to hear a familiar voice. With the cold and dark pressing in, small comforts are welcoming.]
It's Evelyn O'Connell -- kssssss -- where are you?
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[she concedes, because she's still alive. That's probably better than some people down here. The spiders have begun to crawl out in droves -- she had to set several dozen on fire while crawling through a tunnel they had burrowed into the bedrock.]
I'd keep off that fro-ksssshhhhhhh lake if you've seen it, were I you, [Evelyn volunteers, still feeling a little out of breath. That was one area she vehemently avoided; childhood trauma about drowning in frozen bodies of water, and all that. You understand.] Do you know where you are right now?
[Safety in numbers.]
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Oh, the lake. I s--ksshhh--before. I think I must have taken the long way around...maybe. I'm still in a tunnel...I just passed a room with some empty crates. They all--sss--ok the same though.
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[Having spent a great deal of her life studying and cataloguing tombs, a series of mining tunnels isn't all that daunting: particularly when they've already got all these handy area maps on the walls. The 'long way around' is the one she happened to take as well to avoid cracking ice and frigid waters that would undoubtedly kill her in less than a minute.
Shying away from a large crack in the wall from which skittering, chattering nosies are emanating, Evie moves around another set of industrial lights and wonders (not for the first time today) how power is still being funneled down here.
Only when she reaches the hallway Cecil described does she hazard calling out.]
Mister Baldwin?
[On the radio, as well:]
Are yo- ksshthere?
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[And he does, morosely picking splinters out of the end of the wooden beam he's been using as a weapon. He flinches every time he hears skittering nearby. The dogs he can handle, but he feels bad every time he has to kill a spider.]
[Then he hears what he thinks is a voice.]
Hello?
[The radio crackles and he holds it up.] Yes, I heard you! I hkssssssss...
[The radio chooses then to crap out, so Cecil just raises his voice.] Hello, I heard you!
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Okay Daniel breathe. It's all gonna be okay. ]
Hello? Sir, if you are there, can you hear me? Hello?
[ The staticky radio voice goes on with its message. Faced with so many buttons, Daniel has opted to not press any of them, on the logic that if the network can broadcast by itself then so can this... thing.
So he's not actually broadcasting his voice at all.
Well done guy. ]
Hello? Please, if you can hear me, please answer me!
[ Luckily he's like... literally one tunnel-corner away from Cecil and he's got a stuttering flashlight on. So as his voice rises in volume, he should be very easy to notice.
Provided that this isn't today's 458457489th darkness hallucination. They have been getting exponentially worse since Algeria. But shhh, that is not a favourable assumption and so it is going to stay in the smalltext world of things Daniel doesn't want to think about. Shhh. ]
action;
Hello?
[Then he claps his hand over his mouth. That was stupid. It might be one of those dogs coming to get him. Or worse, a worm.]
action;
(Don't get him wrong, the technology he's come across in the last few days is incredible, it's even more futuristic than the steam-train and the daguerreotype. But it's hard to appreciate an amazing communication device when all it does is make static at you unhelpfully.)
Daniel swings his flashlight around, hoping against hope that he really heard what he thinks he did. ]
Hello? Are you there? Somebody?
[ It's hard to guess what direction that came from -- the tunnels confuse the sound. ]
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H-Hello? I'm here....Where are you?
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Except there's movement down the stale corridor, the shape of a man moving slowly. It's not really there, it's just in his mind, but there's no way for him to tell that right now. ]
Hold! I can see you!
[ He hurries forwards, flashlight stammering like a novel in morse. And here, I'll just draw this out for easy visualisation:
I hope you have all three or so of your eyes peeled, Cecil, because Daniel just strode right past you. ]
this is beauteous
Wait! Wait, down here! Hello?
[He jogs forward a bit, more than willing to chase the guy. Because sometimes when you want to talk to people you have to put out an APB, chase them down, tackle them to the ground, hog-tie them and--well okay probably not in this case, but chasing can be on the menu if necessary.]
thank u i am a true artist
such artist much daniel
eway the graphic novel
so beautiful
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lawd sorry for the wait
how dare you
i'll write this tag with a 5-page illustration to make up for it
yes good
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Jack? --▒▒▒▒▒▒-ou are there? ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒answer▒▒▒▒▒▒eas▒▒▒▒
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Jack?
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Jack? Where are you? Do you--
[-- before she realizes that's not the right voice. She stops abruptly - but this time it's not because of the reception.]
... I can hear you.
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[... Ha. She'd never had a problem with going solo through abandoned tunnels before. But now...]
Were you looking for so▒▒▒one?
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