Waiting for the Bus in the Rain [Aurora Delay Tactic] The night looks like it will be clear, unfortunately. Those who are readied to fight the star-monsters are finding their positions for the defense, locals are scurrying inside. And Cecil Gershwin Palmer is moving to the top of the clock tower. As the first sign of light arcs across the sky, Cecil looks upward and speaks with the authority that comes naturally to a radio host.
"Citizens of Pumpkin Hollow, newcomers, friends and enemies--I bring you The Weather!"
And music begins to fill the air, but the music is not all that comes from the air. Suddenly, and without warning, the skies fill with cloud and a rain that feels entirely wrong for this time of year begins to fall. It's a warm, plodding rain, the sort that belongs on a summer evening, with gentle rattles of distant thunder and flickers of lightning that don't seem like a threat.
And the stars do not fall.
And Cecil, if one looks for him as the source of this phenomenon, is still inside the clock tower, listening to the patter of rain on the roof in the dark, no lights on.
Take Up Your Spade [Famine Response] Cecil has taken charge of organizing a 'community pot' at the Oak and Iron, a perpetual stew with scraps and organ meat and whatever people are willing to donate, in order to ensure that the lack of food isn't as devastating as it could be.
Sometimes a bowl of stew will come with a side dish--like mashed sweet potatoes. Or a sweet potato latte. Or a sweet potato latke. Or sweet potato bread. Or sweet potato hash. The stew varies based on what Cecil scrounges up or what people donate. The sides, they're always, always sweet potato. What's up with that?
Cecil will gladly feed you, even if you're brand new to the island and have no hope of paying him back. But if you're a hunter with a little spare meat, or a farmer with some loose veg, he's gladly accepting donations.
Wildcards Welcome [Find me on Discord or Plurk at darkersolstice to plot!]
Cecil Gershwin Palmer | Welcome to Night Vale | Existing Player
The night looks like it will be clear, unfortunately. Those who are readied to fight the star-monsters are finding their positions for the defense, locals are scurrying inside. And Cecil Gershwin Palmer is moving to the top of the clock tower. As the first sign of light arcs across the sky, Cecil looks upward and speaks with the authority that comes naturally to a radio host.
"Citizens of Pumpkin Hollow, newcomers, friends and enemies--I bring you The Weather!"
And music begins to fill the air, but the music is not all that comes from the air. Suddenly, and without warning, the skies fill with cloud and a rain that feels entirely wrong for this time of year begins to fall. It's a warm, plodding rain, the sort that belongs on a summer evening, with gentle rattles of distant thunder and flickers of lightning that don't seem like a threat.
And the stars do not fall.
And Cecil, if one looks for him as the source of this phenomenon, is still inside the clock tower, listening to the patter of rain on the roof in the dark, no lights on.
Take Up Your Spade [Famine Response]
Cecil has taken charge of organizing a 'community pot' at the Oak and Iron, a perpetual stew with scraps and organ meat and whatever people are willing to donate, in order to ensure that the lack of food isn't as devastating as it could be.
Sometimes a bowl of stew will come with a side dish--like mashed sweet potatoes. Or a sweet potato latte. Or a sweet potato latke. Or sweet potato bread. Or sweet potato hash. The stew varies based on what Cecil scrounges up or what people donate. The sides, they're always, always sweet potato. What's up with that?
Cecil will gladly feed you, even if you're brand new to the island and have no hope of paying him back. But if you're a hunter with a little spare meat, or a farmer with some loose veg, he's gladly accepting donations.
Wildcards Welcome
[Find me on Discord or Plurk at darkersolstice to plot!]