"And now the weather," Cecil says into his microphone. He starts a song of his selection, unable to produce a proper forecast as everyone knows it's hot and dry outside. It's always hot and dry. It is a desert after all.
"Your coffee, Mr. Palmer," a voice said from behind.
Cecil turned and saw the intern Chad. He gave a smile and took the mug with the radio station logo on the side from the intern's hands. He took a sip and gave a soft sigh as he swallowed the dark drink.
"Thank you, Chad," he said, "but you know you don't have to call me 'Mr. Palmer'. Just Cecil is fine."
Chad seemed to blush a bit from embarrassment, "Sorry Mr. Pal-er Cecil."
Cecil gave a silent chuckle as he took another sip of his coffee. As he went to set the mug on his desk, he heard voices and beeping in the hall. Chad turned and looked out into the hall, and was suddenly pushed aside with an apology from the man who moved him out of the way. Cecil couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the man with the perfect hair. The man he know knew as 'Carlos'.
"I'm sorry for the intrusion, I'm testing your studio for," he paused as if trying to figure out what exactly he should say to Cecil, "materials."
He held up a box in his hands, which was covered in all sorts of wires and tubes and seemed to be the source of the beeping and whistling that was heard in the halls. Though the beeping and the whistling had gotten a bit louder and faster once Carlos had entered the room.
"If you don't mind," Carlos said, "I would like to test the rest of this room."
Cecil, who had been staring at Carlos with well hidden intensity, gave a smile.
"Of course, we're all people of science here in Night Vale. Or at least, I am. Though, if you should meet him, Steve Carlsberg is in no way into science. He acts like it but he isn't."
Carlos picked up on an intense amount of venom in Cecil's voice as he spoke of this Steve Carlsburg. Shrugging that off though, Carlos went about the room, moving the box in his hand this way and that. As he came over to Cecil's desk, the beeping and whistling begun increasing. As Carlos moved the box over the microphone Cecil spoke his show into, the box went off like a "bunch of baby birds had just woken up". It really went crazy.
Cecil looked up at Carlos and noticed how nervous he looked. It seemed very odd to Cecil, as he'd never seen such a look on a person with such a strong jaw. Carlos suddenly moved away and begun backing out of the room.
"Listen, this isn't good, I don't think. You people need to evacuate the building immediately."
Without another word, Carlos rushed from the building. Probably rushing back to his team, wherever they were at that moment. Back in the studio, Chad reentered a looked to Cecil.
"Um, do you think we should do as he said?"
Cecil gave this a genuine thought, in the end though, he shook his head.
"No, I mean, whatever's wrong can't be that bad. Oh, could you get me my next set of notes. The weather is almost over."
Chad nodded and begun gathering something off a shelf beside the door. Cecil looked down at his microphone. He wasn't sure what about it could have set it off. The microphone had never caused any problems, even though it's probably been at the station longer than how long Cecil himself has. He gave a shrug and took a sip from his mug before replacing his headset on his head and taking the notes Chad hands him. He clears his throat a bit, and waits for the song to completely end.
"Welcome back listeners."