A Long-Awaited Visit (Closed RP)
The summer air smothered the town, heat laying atop the buildings and citizens like a thick, inescapable blanket. Even the Hooded Figures, slow moving as they were, became sluggish almost to to the point of immobility, exhausted by heat.
No one seemed to have the energy to move, and in the bright afternoon sun Night Vale seemed little more than a ghost town, it’s denizens waiting for the sweet relief of dusk before making themselves known.
There was, however, one individual who chose to brave the glaring light and shimmering waves of scorching heat. The Voice of Night Vale, dressed in a casual neon purple tank top and tan capris, trotted in the direction of Old Woman Josie’s, sweat rolling down his cheeks despite his large brimmed cowboy hat.
Cecil had a mission, one that couldn’t wait until nightfall. Crossing town, he broke into a light jog when he spotted the trailer at the street. It had been far too long since he had been here last. Since he saw Josie’s houseguest. He pulled up to the gate and stopped, taking a swig from his water bottle and catching his breath before entering the yard.
He nodded in the general direction of the Erikas, noting how they tracked him as he walked towards the door. Cecil didn’t doubt that they knew why he was here, and the fact that the heavy wooden door to the storm cellar was covered in runes and sigils both comforted and concerned him. The... situation was controlled, but it was still there. Steve was still infected.
Knocking on the door, Cecil had only a second to wait before it was opened by an Erika.
“Hello. I am here to see Steve.”
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