Day Eighty-Two in Night Vale.

Trying to warn the town about the aliens did not go well. At all.

Cecil was feeling better by the next day, luckily, and picked up the station phone after the first ring. I told him about the aliens as best I could. If I stuttered or stumbled at all, let the official word be that I was still shaken up from discovering that life exists on another planet.

*muffled laughter*

Sure, Carlos! Like you don't have a crush on Cecil.

I don't, Lucy!

Denial isn't just a river, you know.

*long, annoyed sigh*

Sorry about that. Dr. Green just randomly decided to unprofessionally add to my recording notes. Where was I…? Oh, yeah – the alien disaster.

So, I told Cecil about the aliens. When I had gotten that out, he started laughing at me! Okay, it was more of a chuckle, but still. Then he went on to say that of course there were aliens by Big Rico's. Apparently they come for a slice each year, but this time were distracted by the train set, which is where I came in. In addition, said information is on the "Welcome to Night Vale" introduction brochures my team was given on day one. The same brochure I just glanced over and then tucked away in a drawer somewhere.

Cecil went on to tell me that I should be more careful in the future and, thusly, have to read the brochure in more detail. He then thanked me for the call and I hung up.

…I feel like such an idiot. Why didn't I read that stupid brochure before I made a fool of myself?

In unrelated news that doesn't embarrass me in any way, strange billboards have popped up all over town. They have a picture of some kind of sandwich and the phrase "harlot" in bold lettering. The billboards have appeared on not only road sides, but in people's homes, the middle of busy streets, and even inside a dog. There is currently no explanation for them.

I'm going to stop by the radio station later – there were colored lights flashing from the Radon Canyon area last weekend, accompanied by unintelligible noises. None of the phones here in the lab seem to be working today, hence the reason I have to go in person. Wonderful. I'll be recording my findings on the phenomenon then. That way I can record live what someone born in Night Vale thinks of these strange happenings.

Actually, I should leave now if I want to get there before the show starts.

*clicking sound*

*prolonged silence*

*clicking sound*

Okay, I'm recording live from NVCR – aka Night Vale Community Radio. An intern just went to knock on the studio door for me.

She just waved at me – think that means I can head over.

*soft footsteps*

He-hello? Can I come in?

Carlos!

*chair scraping*

Of course you can come in! You're always welcome here. At least, as long as Station Management okays it.

…Right. Anyway, there's something I'd like you to tell the town about, but the phones weren't working so I had to come in person.

Sure, what is it? Are you looking for someone to eat dinner with? Or weekend company?

Wh-what? No, of course not! I was going to request that you ask your listeners if any of them saw strange, colored flickers from Radon Canyon last weekend. They were accompanied by unintelligible noises that could've been a code or some kind of signal jamming.

Sounds neat!

It's not "neat", Cecil. There could be something sinister at work here. You and the town could all be in danger.

I understand. Hey, d'you want to stay and do a live interview? There's enough time in the show to fit it in.

*slow, soft sigh*

No thanks. I'm just scared for you. You and this strange town.

*footsteps*

*door clicking open and shut*

*more footsteps*

I can't believe him! Something weird – and potentially dangerous – is going on, and what's his reaction? "Neat"!

I'm gonna head back to the lab now. Will resume notes when I get there.

*clicking sound*

*prolonged silence*

*clicking sound*

Just heard from Dr. Donovan. He was listening to Cecil's show, and apparently the glow cloud is back. Also, no one in town seems to remember it or have any recordings from that day, which is weird because no one on my team was affected in that way. Maybe it's because we're not from here or –

Hey, Carlos! Your boyfriend's on the phone!

He's not my – wait, I thought they weren't working.

Only sort of. We can apparently get calls, but can't call anyone. Anyway, do you want to take it or not?

Um, sure! Give me a sec.

I don't want to keep cutting in and out and this report, so I'll just add what Cecil has to say on the next set of notes. Only if it's important, of course.

That's all for today. This is Dr. Carlos Munoz, recording from Night Vale.