#keepnightvaleweird

What they define their relationship with your muse as: Vaguely antagonistic?

Something they like about your muse: Persistence.

Something they dislike about your muse: I faintly recall you were a bother at some point.

Their first impression of your muse: Honestly, I don’t remember. I never met any of you in person, so of course I never paid you much mind.

Their impression of your muse now: I hardly think of you lot anymore. I’d nearly forgotten you existed.

How they feel about your muse: Indifferent.

Something they are hiding from your muse: Nothing.

That treacherous group, Keep Night Vale Weird, has not yet been captured by the Secret Police. We ask any citizen with information on these troublemakers to please come forward. Remember, the reward for information leading to the capture of Keep Night Vale Weird is lifetime stop sign immunity. We actively encourage angry mobs and/or witch hunts, so long as they are directed at Keep Night Vale Weird and not at the city council.

In honor of the first annual “Children’s Week,” kids now control the laws, the shops, and our sanity. They have decided that their first act is going to be depriving the adults of caffeine in return for “the years of sugar deprivation that have amounted to decreased levels of energy”. Coffee, tea, soda, caffeine pills, and any other supplements are now banned and all adults have an enforced curfew of seven pm and bedtime of nine. Any adult out past their curfew without a ‘child’s note’ will be escorted either home or to jail by the nearest SSP operative.

With an exhausted demeanor, Carlos took his time as he slipped back into his office. Hair a mess more than usual and dark circles under his eyes, it was with a delayed response that the scientist took heed of the note. Plopping himself down into his chair, he carefully took hold of the eggplant. While the tantalizing scent of the drink ensnared him, a sleep deprived decision had him attempt to drink the eggplant.

It’s. . . alright. Certainly free of ghastly people threatening my well-being. I suppose I owe you my thanks.

Jim stared at the note, then glanced toward his workroom where the goddamn owl sill sat on the table.

Yeah, no, he wasn’t going in there. They could get their answer in a normal, non-magical way.

Except…

He stuck his head into the workroom. Was the thing even still working? Only one way to find out, he supposed.

Jim pried the message out of the cabbage and read it over, a frown forming on his face. He’d heard of Keep Night Vale Weird from Sara, and trusted her opinion that they meant no harm, but the content of their note irked him.

"Magic," he grumbled, wadding up the bit of paper and chucking it forcefully into the trashcan under his desk. "Of course. All these weirdos and their damn magic, wreaking havoc with my tech."

He considered what to do with the cabbage. He could dispose of it with his new flamethrower, which would definitely make him feel better, but he’d have to wait until he was allowed to go back to the tech labs. As he settled in to wait, his neighbor in the next cubicle over started up again with her annoying, nasally giggle.

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