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 Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 6:15 am
It was nice and warm today in Night Vale. Nothing too out of the ordinary was happening in the park. It was a rather boring day in fact being that the town as only populated with 5 people.
"Maybe I will stop by Carlos' and see if he wasn't to do some experiments one me," the woman asked herself as she sat next to the newly constructed Picnic set.
She enjoyed the smell of trees and blood that came from the stone just past her.
"I wonder if the community Radio has anything to say? I wonder were everyone went. I wonder..." She looked around, "If i should really be talking to myself outloud like this..." She stopped that immediately and stay aware of her surroundings.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 5:36 am
A rustle came from the bushes, followed by a low moan.
It was very unlike this part of the park to make such noises, but very possible due to the change in weather. But, still, something was out of place. A body moved out from underneath the brush, continuing it's low groans until it finally managed to pull itself off the the ground and stand on it's own two feet. Slightly dazed and groggy, a resident of Night Vale slowly deduced that he was no longer in his nice, cozy trailer; but, rather, he found himself standing in the middle of Mission Grove Park. Steve Carlsberg frowned, slowly coming to as his body began to protest spending the night on the cold, wet, slightly sticky dirt that covered all of the park. Once again he had found himself sleeping outside this week, and it was easily growing on his nerves. Not that sleeping outside was in any way unpleasant -- he just didn't like deciding where he slept at night. It wouldn't have been too out-of-place to assume that it was probably the work of the City Council again, forcing honest citizens to sleep in places they didn't want to sleep. Fantastic.
Looking forward, Steve noticed a woman standing on the trail, not too far from him. "Morning!" he called out, brushing off leaves from his coat and trying to straighten out his hair.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 6:42 am
You hear the humming of helicopters out side. There sounding like a lot more then normal so you go out side to see them. They are not of the normal colors you have come to know. These were Yellow. You notice that is was dark for a moment those it was sunny just moments ago.
Then, with out warning, leafs of paper came raining from the sky and blanked the street. You pick one up and it reads:
StrexCorp Synernists Inc
Look around you, StrexLook inside you, StrexGo to sleep, StrexBelieve in a Smiling God StrexCorp
it is everything
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 9:55 am
Rosea jumps hearing another voice and turns around to see Steve. He slows her breathing and wills her tentacles away. "Oh dear! You scared me!" Her olive eye opened a bit wider as she watched him dust off. "You didn't...um..hear anything...did you?" She really hoped the man hadn't heard her talking to herself. That would be more then embarrassing! She was rather new in town and didn't really recognize faces well. She couldn't place if she knew the man or not. She didn't notice the helicopters and being close to a tree she didn't notice a lot of the paper. She just figured the new notes were just litter that need to be picked up.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 12:17 pm
Steve Carlsberg smiled, walking over to her as the helicopters that loomed overhead slowly faded away from the skies of the park. Helicopters didn't typically drop things, but this one seemed to be spitting out flyers left and right as if it was trying to sell the town something.
Finally, something other than Governmental propaganda...
"I'm sorry? Hear anything?" Steve shook his head, sighing a little. "I'm afraid that in this town it's just better to not listen to a lot of anything. I don't think we've properly met, actually. You just moved into Night Vale, right? Sorry, we don't get many new people in Night Vale and the PTA just loves to gossip." He laughed, offering out his hand in a formal hand shake. "The name's Steve. Steve Carlsberg. How are you liking this little desert community of Night Vale?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:39 pm
A smile pulled at her lips a she took his hand. She couldn't look him in the face. He had a very nice face and it was very making hers heat and flush a bit. She hoped he didn't notice. She only had one friend in town and it wasn't a nice looking male. "I like it here a lot. Its so calming and i don't get stared at. Its rather dry but i like it better that way." She informed taking back her hand. Rosea's smile grew some, able to look at him, her tentacles wrapping around her gently from her nervousness.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 5:58 am
Steve laughed, nodding at her. "Yeah, Night Vale does have some fairly dry weather... But, nothing too uncommon for this part of the desert. People here in Night Vale tend to do more moaning than staring, anyways." He smiled still, completely unawares to her tentacles. After so many years spent in this town, the residents of Night Vale tended to be very good at pretending that everything they saw was just as they expected. So, no, a tentacle monster would be the last thing they noticed. In fact, they would rather it be a creature with various appendages rather than half of the other unique friends they had in the town. Steve may have been a whistle blower on the Government and City Council, but he was in no way a racist. There was far too much paperwork to do if you wanted to be a racist in Night Vale. "Oh, actually, I don't think I ever caught your name, even from the meetings. So much to talk about during the PTA, and all that jazz. Our president tends to do a very good job at keeping us on task."
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 6:09 am
 
(._.· (¯`·._ Rosea Embers ·._.) ·.·´¯)
Thoughts: He seems really sweet. I hope i'm not coming off weird
Ooc:.....
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(._.·(¯`·._<☉>·._.)·.·´¯) "Oh its...Rosea Embers. You just call me Rosea or Rose.." She chuckled nervously, "What ever you prefer." She noticed the man still standing. How rude of her not to invite him to sit. "Are you...off to somewhere...or--?" It seemed Rosea as having problems forming the simple question of "Would you like to join me" and it had her a bit bothered. She hadn't interacted with humans much, well people of any kind much and this made her feel like a child. Her inner most parts wanted to hide away but the price of that might land her someplace dark. 'You can do this.' She though to herself, bitting her lip softly awaiting an answer.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 11:31 am
An eyebrow rose, bringing the young brunette to the present. He rose his arm, looking for a deep moment at his wristwatch as his lips pursed. The time read that is was afternoon, at some point, in some year. It wasn't easy to tell time here in Night Vale since time didn't really apply to anyone or anything until someone requested that a time be established for a certain event. Again, more paperwork. That's what really got Steve heated up -- all the needless paperwork. They had to fill out tons and tons of paperwork... And for what? For a City Council to merely claim that they had simply "lost" it? That they had to "refill out the paperwork or consequences would surely ensue"? Lowering his arm again, Steve looked at the young woman sitting in front of him. She wasn't too pretty or too ugly, neither fat nor thin. In fact, she had a lot of regular features to her -- almost like every other girl in Night Vale. That fact made him happy. "Rosea it is. Actually, according to my watch, any event that I had today was moved to next tuesday. A pity, but that just means that I'll have more time to bake. Ah, also, would you mind if I took a seat? Sleeping in bushes always makes me a little weak at the knees." His smile was more sheepish, reflecting a true sincerity to his request. He didn't want to intrude on this woman's personal space, but there wasn't much more time that he could be standing.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:54 pm
(._.· (¯`·._ Rosea Embers ·._.) ·.·´¯)
Thoughts: How Rude of me!!! Gosh!
Ooc:.....
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(._.·(¯`·._<☉>·._.)·.·´¯) "Oh Oh! Dear me. Yes please sit!" She stud herself out of respect and nervousness but if you asked her, she would tell you respect. Rosea waited till he as seated before sitting back down herself. Her having green extra limbs helping her down. With a soft lick of her chapped lips, she giggled and look up into the trees. " So...What do you do around here? Are you the official towns greeter? " She giggled a bit more to herself. She was once to laugh at her own joke.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 10:07 pm
Steve paused, happily waiting for her to rise before taking a seat and leaving enough room for her to join him back on the bench. Almost the instant that he found himself resting, a sensation very much like being electrocuted and stabbed with a thousand needles mixed with an angelic pleasure of the weight of gravity slightly falling from his limbs. He could have sworn he was lightly floating, but a deep sigh of relief had brought him back to being grounded. He rolled his shoulders, settling himself as he made himself comfortable and in no way hostile towards the young woman sitting next to him. He was a pleasant man after all, with very few disdainful habits and quirks. He smiled, laughing with her when she commented about his newly found job as being a town greeter. Or official.
"You have a very happy laugh, dear," he stated softly, nodding to himself as if he were recording that little bit of information for a later time, "but as for me? I have to say that 'official town greeter' is not on my resumé. You see, I keep myself busy doing many things: Greater Night Vale Realtor Association, Night Vale PTA, Night Vale Transit Authority, and the Night Vale Community Theater. I'm also a newspaper reporter for the Night Vale Daily Journal. I write editorials, you see. I also bake." Steve laughed, nodding once again to himself. "You see, I like to keep myself busy. I feel like I owe it to Night Vale to contribute my time and talents to help keep this town thriving. Maybe that something to do with mandatory propaganda tapes we had to listen to growing up here. Oh! Though, if we did officially have a 'Welcome To Night Vale' committee, I'm sure I would try to find my way on it. It's always good to be greeted by a friendly face, right?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 6:39 am
(._.· (¯`·._ Rosea Embers ·._.) ·.·´¯)
Thoughts: He bakes? I wonder what goodies he can make~
Ooc:.....
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(._.·(¯`·._<☉>·._.)·.·´¯) She blinked at him widen olive eyes. "W-Wow...You do a lot around here!" She twiddled her thumbs as she thought of her lack of interaction with the rest of the town. She didn't really know much of or how to even go about applying to a lettered organization. She after all was an experiment. The little she did knew came from the interactions she had with the scientist that made her. Well...That made the tentacles that latched onto her and made this body it's host to control. With a soft smile and tilt of her head, still not really looking at him, she chuckles a bit, "You seem like a great example of a good Citizen." She glances up at him. "I wish i grew up in Night Vale, you all seem so well mannered and happy...well, happy for the most part." Another chuckle escape her lips.
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 1:58 pm
Steve nodded, slowly looking out into the distance. Happy? Here in Night Vale, someone could be happy? Bah. Not with the City Council in charge. No, never with the City Council in charge. All they did was beat down the common, hard working man. Yes, Steve Carlsberg may seemed to be happy. Well mannered for sure; his mother raised him in a trailer, not a barn. (However, here in Night Vale, sometimes barns teach children the true meaning of manners.)
"I thank you for that compliment. You see, I do try so hard to be a good citizen. Night Vale deserves only the best, y'know? Oh, but you're right. You're not from around here, are you? Have you been briefed on our laws? Have you visited the town? Goodness, there's so much that this town has to offer..." Steve nodded, sitting up a little straighter. "Yes, there's so much. Have you seen it all? Joined any organizations? Entered your name for any secret drawings? Oh, well, I probably shouldn't ask that, but y'know. It's nice to know we have new friends here in Night Vale."
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 4:35 pm
(._.· (¯`·._ Rosea Embers ·._.) ·.·´¯)
Thoughts: Her cares? He really should be the leader of the welcoming committee.
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(._.·(¯`·._<☉>·._.)·.·´¯) Rosea nods softly, her black hair breaking free from its prison behind her ear falling loosely in front of her eyes. "The laws seem rather simple compared to my old home. It was always happy there with them but i wasn't. I guess i just didn't get the who, mass corporation thing." She tried to explain. She tapped a finger on her lips trying to remember her life back then. She shrugged at memories to be long forgotten and smiled more. "I haven't joined anything yet and the this is the farthest have been away from my apartment." She giggled with a hit of sadness. She had felt rather alone in that statement. She gave another struggle at the man
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