// @incorporearl & @asmilinggirl11 , iâm sorry i havenât been on in a while. iâve hit a rough patch with work and mental health. iâll try to be on in the next couple days and reply to your threads. </3
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// @incorporearl & @asmilinggirl11 , iâm sorry i havenât been on in a while. iâve hit a rough patch with work and mental health. iâll try to be on in the next couple days and reply to your threads. </3

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//nah but for real, i got an early day waitressing tomorrow and should probably get to sleep
@incorporearl i gotchu covered tomorrow, night night
//very unrelated ooc question time
how, as a DM, do you gently tell the partyâs druid (who has a -1 strength mod, mind you) that just because they rolled natural 20s several times on grapple checks does NOT mean grappling every enemy they encounter is a good idea
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Kevin prided himself on being observant. Whether they were things that others physically couldnât see, or things that they just didnât bother paying attention to, Kevin had a keen eye for details of all sorts. Just one of those many âsoft skillsâ for which StrexCorp truly valued him.Â
So when on his morning commute to the Greater Desert Bluffs Metropolitan Area Radio Station he noticed a young man passed out cold by the road near the Whispering Forest, Kevin could only assume it was because of the formerâno one else could actually see him. He was, after all, lying right across the sidewalk. Something like that is hard not to notice.
Kevin pulled his car to the curb, stepped out, and leaned carefully over the sleeping (unconscious?) youth.
âGood morning, friend. You look like you need a hand.â
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âAhâŚâ  Earl paused uncertainly.  âW-well⌠ if you could drop me off at the Scoutsâ HQ downtown⌠I can regroup and figure out what happened.  I - Iâd really appreciate that.â
âAbsolutely! OhâŚwould you be alright giving me directions? There are still parts of Night Vale I havenât seen yet, and I tend to get turned around easily!â
Kevin offered Earl his hand again, and as he did so, an odd thought crossed his mind. In Desert Bluffs, everyone was very kind and jovial; but here, in the Night Vale part of the Metropolitan Area, people tended to be less friendly towards outsiders. Obviously this was because of the reputation StrexCorp had developedâa reputation he and others hoped to change very soonâbut Kevin had to wonder why Earl wasnât having the same reaction to his presence that most others had.
Not that he wanted to look a gift tarantula in the mouth, of course! Kevin was absolutely brimming with joy at the idea of having a new friend. He just hoped nothing would occur that would spoil the moment.Â
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Kevin prided himself on being observant. Whether they were things that others physically couldnât see, or things that they just didnât bother paying attention to, Kevin had a keen eye for details of all sorts. Just one of those many âsoft skillsâ for which StrexCorp truly valued him.Â
So when on his morning commute to the Greater Desert Bluffs Metropolitan Area Radio Station he noticed a young man passed out cold by the road near the Whispering Forest, Kevin could only assume it was because of the formerâno one else could actually see him. He was, after all, lying right across the sidewalk. Something like that is hard not to notice.
Kevin pulled his car to the curb, stepped out, and leaned carefully over the sleeping (unconscious?) youth.
âGood morning, friend. You look like you need a hand.â
incorporearl:
Earl took the bottle and fumbled with the lid a little, but managed to get it off, drinking gulp by gulp before exhaling loudly, breathing hard.  He looked up and smiled faintly at Kevin.  ââŚThank you.  That helps a lot.â
incorporearl:
Earl took the bottle and fumbled with the lid a little, but managed to get it off, drinking gulp by gulp before exhaling loudly, breathing hard.  He looked up and smiled faintly at Kevin.  ââŚThank you.  That helps a lot.â
âYouâre very welcome, friend! So glad I could help.âÂ
Kevin straightened from where heâd been kneeling on the sidewalk, brushed off his slacks, straightened his bow-tie and returned Earlâs gracious smile with his own (probably over-exuberant) grin. It always did his heart good to lend a hand.Â
âIs there anything else I can do? I know you said youâd be alright looking for your scouts alone, butâŚwell, it feels awfully rude just to leave you here.Â
âIâm on my way to the radio stationâmaybe I could give you a ride and drop you off along the way?âÂ

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Genderqueer Cecil found in the glowing light of the Arbyâs sign.
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Kevin prided himself on being observant. Whether they were things that others physically couldnât see, or things that they just didnât bother paying attention to, Kevin had a keen eye for details of all sorts. Just one of those many âsoft skillsâ for which StrexCorp truly valued him.Â
So when on his morning commute to the Greater Desert Bluffs Metropolitan Area Radio Station he noticed a young man passed out cold by the road near the Whispering Forest, Kevin could only assume it was because of the formerâno one else could actually see him. He was, after all, lying right across the sidewalk. Something like that is hard not to notice.
Kevin pulled his car to the curb, stepped out, and leaned carefully over the sleeping (unconscious?) youth.
âGood morning, friend. You look like you need a hand.â
incorporearl:
He shook his head, then blinked hard to clear the spots from his eyes.  âIâll⌠Iâll have to check on them, theyâre probably in similar condition somewhere⌠somewhere else,â he mumbled.
âJust⌠just water, I think.  Thatâd be⌠really helpful.  I donât want to make you late.  Punctualityâs important.â  He smiled a little painfully.
Kevin gasped, and puffed up his chest a little. An acquaintance who valued good work ethic just as much as he did? What a wonderful way to start the morning! âOh!--Yes. Yes it is!â
He bustled over to his carâs back seat, where he habitually kept water bottles for those extra-hot summer days, and returned to Earl, handing him a lukewarm Evian. âDo you need me to open it for you? You still look at bit shaky...â
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Kevin prided himself on being observant. Whether they were things that others physically couldnât see, or things that they just didnât bother paying attention to, Kevin had a keen eye for details of all sorts. Just one of those many âsoft skillsâ for which StrexCorp truly valued him.Â
So when on his morning commute to the Greater Desert Bluffs Metropolitan Area Radio Station he noticed a young man passed out cold by the road near the Whispering Forest, Kevin could only assume it was because of the formerâno one else could actually see him. He was, after all, lying right across the sidewalk. Something like that is hard not to notice.
Kevin pulled his car to the curb, stepped out, and leaned carefully over the sleeping (unconscious?) youth.
âGood morning, friend. You look like you need a hand.â
âA training activity, huh?â Kevin repeated, a bit too enthusiastically. âOh, but...I didnât see anyone else here besides you. Iâm afraid your scouts may have wandered off while you were unconscious...how selfish, they should have come to your aid!â
He could see that the scoutmaster was still very unsteady, so rather than yanking him right to his feet, Kevin eased him into a sitting position, just enough so his head was upright. âI am on my way to work, but I have a few minutes...maybe I could get you some water and help you find them?â
"Run away." (asmilinggirl11)
Kevin was unsure of how to respond.
He had known fear onceâa long, long time ago. Long before StrexCorp, and the destruction, and the becoming, and smiling; back when it felt only natural to question authority, regardless of consequence. Â
There was something about this situation that suggested he should be afraid. He recalled all those bodily changes that were supposed to occur: the pumping of organs, the flowing of blood, glands and sweat and tremors and muscles and bloodâhe could remember all of that happening, but the feeling, that mindset, was foreign to him now.Â
Here was his God, his Smiling God piercing him with its gaze, speaking through the veil of a childâs face, telling him to run. And he had no idea if he should obey, or if satisfaction of base curiosity was worth putting his life at risk a few seconds longer.
Eventually curiosity triumphed over obedience. Kevin smiled.
ââwhy?â
Kevin saw the step back, saw the fear in the little girl who was for now just a little girl.Â
His entire being belonged to the Smiling God now, that was true. But he wasnât a monster--or at least, he didnât think he was a monster--so he pulled himself up to his full height and gave her space, careful not to loom over her.Â
âHmm...yâknow, I may have forgotten. Let me think...â What had they sent Kevin for? He was one of the very few, the most loyal StrexCorp employees that were allowed to have direct dealings with the Smiling God; that was obvious. But there had been something specific, something unique to his position, for which discussion had been absolutely vital...what was it...
âOh!â he gasped, and clapped his hands abruptly. âI remember!
âNight Vale.âÂ
Hey void do you know of scp-420-j?
THAT SOUNDS EXTREMELY DISTURBING AND WE DO NOT EVEN WANT TO THINK ABOUT LOOKING IT UP ON THE WEBBED NET
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* Â MUSEâS Â WORST Â TRAITS.
aggressive  /  callous  /  cannibal  /  careless  /  compulsive  /  cowardly  /  domineering  /  envious  /  greedy  /  hypocritical /   impatient   /  impolite  /  incompetent  /  kidnapper  /  lazy  /  liar  /  materialistic  /  murderer  /  obsessive  / overcritical  /  overemotional /  patronising  /  sarcastic  /  self - indulgent  /  serial  killer  /  torturer  /  touchy  /  traitorous  /  unclean  / unpredictable /  untidy  /  vain  /  vengeful
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Tagging: @asmilinggirl11â @voxvallisnocte @desertbluffs-intern-vanessa
//hot diggity i have been binging twin peaks for hours. so many developments. so much death
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Kevin prided himself on being observant. Whether they were things that others physically couldnât see, or things that they just didnât bother paying attention to, Kevin had a keen eye for details of all sorts. Just one of those many âsoft skillsâ for which StrexCorp truly valued him.Â
So when on his morning commute to the Greater Desert Bluffs Metropolitan Area Radio Station he noticed a young man passed out cold by the road near the Whispering Forest, Kevin could only assume it was because of the formerâno one else could actually see him. He was, after all, lying right across the sidewalk. Something like that is hard not to notice.
Kevin pulled his car to the curb, stepped out, and leaned carefully over the sleeping (unconscious?) youth.
âGood morning, friend. You look like you need a hand.â
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âWakey wakeyâŚâ Kevin angled his briefcase to shade the young manâs head from the strengthening sun. âAre you alright?â
Earl blinked blearily, and tried to sit up, with only partial success.  âWha?â  Was that Cecil?  It looked like him, through Earlâs blurry eyes.  It didnât sound like him, though.  Heâd been out with the two scouts aiming for the Eternal Scout rank theyâd just developed.  Something big had happened, he was still fuzzy on that.  He looked around - it was all too bright.  âWhoâŚ?â
Kevin gave the young man one last look over, and offered his hand.Â
âHi. My nameâs Kevin. Iâm, ah...new in town. Based on your outfit Iâd guess you were part of the local Boy Scout troop, but...what are you doing out here by yourself? It certainly doesnât seem like the best place to take a break!â

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"Run away." (asmilinggirl11)
Kevin was unsure of how to respond.
He had known fear onceâa long, long time ago. Long before StrexCorp, and the destruction, and the becoming, and smiling; back when it felt only natural to question authority, regardless of consequence. Â
There was something about this situation that suggested he should be afraid. He recalled all those bodily changes that were supposed to occur: the pumping of organs, the flowing of blood, glands and sweat and tremors and muscles and bloodâhe could remember all of that happening, but the feeling, that mindset, was foreign to him now.Â
Here was his God, his Smiling God piercing him with its gaze, speaking through the veil of a childâs face, telling him to run. And he had no idea if he should obey, or if satisfaction of base curiosity was worth putting his life at risk a few seconds longer.
Eventually curiosity triumphed over obedience. Kevin smiled.
ââwhy?â
Obedience.
That was something that took the little girl time to get used to. Immediately, people did whatever she told them to. She received a nicely decorated bedroom, fancy clothesâŚa whole company doing her bidding. No. The Smiling Godâs bidding. Their word was everything now.
Which is why the sudden thought, free of the Smiling Godâs censoring, caught her off-guard. So off-guard, in fact, that the warning slipped out of her mouth. Ina blinked, looking at the radio host in surprise, her smile fading for a second. âI-IâŚâ
The deity worked quickly, trying to take back control. However, Ina was faster, holding on to the little control she had. âBecause this isnât right! Because you deserve to have your own mind! B-because the only thing it wants is to use you then peel you apart, peeling layers of skin and revealing everything underneath!â she exclaimed as fast as she could.Â
Something crossed Kevinâs expression for the briefest moment, a look that suggested he was mulling the girlâs reply over. His head lolled to one side.Â
âAh...well, I think itâs super sweet that you care about my well-being! Youâre very kind, little miss. But...âÂ
And here Kevin stooped to Inaâs level, the deep black pits where his eyes should be gazing at her, fearless but not by choice.
âBut there isnât much left underneath that belongs to me anymore.
âNow. Can I be of any proper help to you?â
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Kevin prided himself on being observant. Whether they were things that others physically couldnât see, or things that they just didnât bother paying attention to, Kevin had a keen eye for details of all sorts. Just one of those many âsoft skillsâ for which StrexCorp truly valued him.Â
So when on his morning commute to the Greater Desert Bluffs Metropolitan Area Radio Station he noticed a young man passed out cold by the road near the Whispering Forest, Kevin could only assume it was because of the formerâno one else could actually see him. He was, after all, lying right across the sidewalk. Something like that is hard not to notice.
Kevin pulled his car to the curb, stepped out, and leaned carefully over the sleeping (unconscious?) youth.
âGood morning, friend. You look like you need a hand.â
Earl moved sluggishly at the newcomerâs voice, and mumbled something unintelligible. Â He was hot and confused, and the world was fuzzy and distant and far too warm.
âWakey wakey...â Kevin angled his briefcase to shade the young manâs head from the strengthening sun. âAre you alright?â