She went to the station and smiled
"I take you now to the weather." And he pushed a button, green, smooth and wet, wet with not water but clear like water smelling of lavender. And the weather played telling all who can interpret weather songs what the weather is. The song is "Another one bites the dust" by Queen and it seems that it will get hotter, nearly unbearable to all in Night Vale but then it will rain and then it will rain rocks painted as raccoons. Cecil sipped coffee and bobbed his head to the rhythm of the catchy weather pattern. Just as the weather forecast song was half way someone came in the station.
A person, a woman entered the studio through the studio door, naturally. She is a woman that is neither tall nor short neither fat nor skinny her hair is black and so are her eyes. She is wearing blue shoes, blue jeans and blue shirt also a white lab coat.
"Oh hello there welcome, you came at a great time." Cecil greeted with a polite smile.
"Yes, I know this is a good time; I chose this time because it is a good time. It is a good time for you, to speak during the weather so I am not interrupting your radio show."
"Well that is thoughtful of you. What brings you here today?"
"I wish to talk you about Carlos-"
"Is he hurt or in pain? Does he phone not work but he had something to tell me?" Cecil looked very concerned.
"He is as far as I know fine except-"
"Have you checked on him?" Cecil still sounded concerned but a sight amount of an accusing came into his tone.
"No." The woman said firmly like commanding a dog.
Cecil blinked and took a step back "I'm sorry I just really love him and I get concerned for him. What do you want to tell me about him?"
"It's about where he comes from-"
"Is his mother sick? Or is it on fire, or are there spiders-"Cecil was madly throwing out everything that came to mind.
"I will tell you everything soon, today even but as the weather report is come to an end we will have to wait and I wish not to be talked about over the radio."
"Okay no problem." Cecil agreed cheerfully. He got himself a new cup of coffee and his guest a seat next to him.
"Thank you." She muttered.
"You're welcome."
"That was some weather report wasn't it listeners. I just adore painted raccoon rocks! And now interesting news a minute ago a woman-ouch! Let's hear a word from our sponsors." He said and pushed an orange, bumpy, dry button.
He turned to the woman very angry "Why did you hit me?" Cecil growled at her.
"You were talking about me on the radio and I just asked that you not talk about me on your radio show, you agreed but you talking about me in the next second. You said you won't but you did." Her cold dark eyes glared into his dark angry eyes.
"Oh you're right I did agree-you know I do that a lot, everybody knows not to talk about the shape in Grove Park, but I'm doing it now!" Cecil cried out; his eyes were no longer narrowed in angry but wide in alarm.
"You really should not mention that ever again." She said very sternly she too felt frightened but she concealed it well.
"I talk about a lot of things I shouldn't even when I know I shouldn't, like the dog park and-"
"Cecil stop talking about such things and you're going to be on." Her voice just as monotone and impersonal as the voice of WZZZ the voice that reads a serious of number as an occasional chime is heard light and out of place but pleasant.
A green light signaled that the commercial was over and he had to do his job.
"Okay listens I think now would be a good time for the Community Calendar, if I can find it." Cecil looked for it under his coffee cup but found it under the finger of the strange woman.
He mouthed "Thank you" to her and gave a smile. She did not smile back she had the same stern face as she had the whole time.
Cecil wondered if perhaps the woman could not make a different face, if perhaps she could not smile; it is a possibility, after all everything is possible.
"It says here that from now on till further notice on Sundays everyone is to stay indoors from 12:00 a.m. to 8:00 a.m. It also says that this has nothing to do with the secret underground bunker for moose. The city console reminds everyone that moose do not exist and they are lies and that talking about non-existence lies is a serve crime. Stay in your homes; stay indoors on Sundays till 8. A.m. –And there is nothing else here." Cecil flipped the paper over and found more.
"My mistake listeners, there is more and it is as follows: Mondays there will be a half off discount to the petting zoo but for an extra charge the wolves can be sedated for save petting which will reduce injures. Tuesdays random search day, that's all that it says for Tuesdays. Wednesdays The day of whistling if you are outside you are to whistle. Thursdays will not be remembered, they will not be remembered at all by anyone. Fridays HBO will not be available to anyone. Sorry about that folks. Saturdays will be uneventful. Except for the spiders."
Cecil put the paper down and picked up another "And something from the Night Vale Public Health Service how to remove blood stains and the science behind it. Blood whether you think it's a biological thing that carries oxygen to and carbon dioxide from the tissues. Or if you think blood is unknowable and option we can all agree that it gets out sometimes and it can be difficult to get out of fabric and carpeting. Blood should be dealt with as soon as possible. You can learn about the different theories of blood and how to clean it, remove it or possibly tame it flyers will give given to anyone that whispers "Blood Knowledge" to their blue stones.
"And what else do we have here?"
The woman pointed to the many monitors that show all the live feds from traffic cameras, a new addition to the station.
"I suppose we should do a traffic report." He looked from right to left then up to down and gave his report. "It seems normal out there Night Vale nothing unusual at all. Oh no wait I spoke to soon."
The woman smiled, smirked really and it was-strange? ominous? threatening? evil? No, not evil but not reassuring or kind? Not nice? Well something was defiantly of about the smile the smirk.
'Oh she can smile, that's good,- I think' Cecil thought and went to report the odd amount of tarantulas on route 800 it is the wrong time for so many of them. Very strange and rude of them not to follow the peace treaty they sighed with the city counsel. "I'll send intern Vivien to check things out for us. Oh Vivien?"
No Vivien showed up. Nobody of any name showed up.
"Hmm well maybe Sean, Shawn or Shaun will do it." he mused but before he could call anyone from the sales department the woman rose from her chair.
She grabbed her lab coat from the back of her chair and out it put it on. "I'll go."
"Ah okay then, I have been told-"
Cecil stopped he could feel the cold eyes of the woman on him "I have been told by a mysterious thing that it will see what is going on on route 800. I wish it the best of luck and I thank it in case it does not come back thank you for trying."
The woman smiled, genuinely this time teeth and good feeling showing. "I'll be back." she told Cecil and the listeners of Night Vale.