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first broadcast. (day 133) | voice
[ Tap tap. The first thing you're treated to, oh science center, is the sound of someone's hand on their device, like they're trying to check the quality of it, or perhaps find the microphone. That stops after a second, and a voice comes over the airwaves, deep and warm and sounding like someone coming out of a radio drama.
Hello, listeners. ]
I could have sworn Random Location Bait and Switch week was in July! Man, that city council. Always pulling the wool over our eyes, and only sometimes literally. Hello, Night Vale, I bring to you a special report from what I believe is Carlos' laboratory. It's sort of odd--usually, when they randomly pull me from my studio for the ol' Bait and Switch Week, they include all of my equipment, and there's a hooded figure floating around the new location. And I gotta say...
[ A pause, like he's looking around. ] ...Nnno, no, I'm not seeing one, anywhere! In fact, the more I look around here, the less and less this looks like Carlos' lab--and believe me, listeners, I know the inside of his lab--and the more it might be somewhere new entirely.
[ His voice goes grave for a moment. ] If you can hear me, Night Vale, please make sure you're watching any portals that may have opened in your household. This one certainly snuck up on me, and while there's a lack of--[ Shudder. ] animal viscera, there's certainly something not right about this place I've found myself in.
I will stay on top of the story for you, my dearest Night Vale, and report back to you as soon as I can find wherever they've transported my actual studio.
[ And, almost like he's making a recording into a tape recorder instead of a network, there's a click, and the feed goes silent. ]
Hello, listeners. ]
I could have sworn Random Location Bait and Switch week was in July! Man, that city council. Always pulling the wool over our eyes, and only sometimes literally. Hello, Night Vale, I bring to you a special report from what I believe is Carlos' laboratory. It's sort of odd--usually, when they randomly pull me from my studio for the ol' Bait and Switch Week, they include all of my equipment, and there's a hooded figure floating around the new location. And I gotta say...
[ A pause, like he's looking around. ] ...Nnno, no, I'm not seeing one, anywhere! In fact, the more I look around here, the less and less this looks like Carlos' lab--and believe me, listeners, I know the inside of his lab--and the more it might be somewhere new entirely.
[ His voice goes grave for a moment. ] If you can hear me, Night Vale, please make sure you're watching any portals that may have opened in your household. This one certainly snuck up on me, and while there's a lack of--[ Shudder. ] animal viscera, there's certainly something not right about this place I've found myself in.
I will stay on top of the story for you, my dearest Night Vale, and report back to you as soon as I can find wherever they've transported my actual studio.
[ And, almost like he's making a recording into a tape recorder instead of a network, there's a click, and the feed goes silent. ]
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[ Cecil hmm's a little, like this is the most concerning problem right now. It kind of is. ] I'm fine, yes! Quite comfortable, actually. But I can't say anyone's told me exactly what's going on.
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[It's a good assumption, but... who knows?]