Both of these parts are transcripts of audio recordings and stuff.

Cecil's Audio Diary

This morning, I woke up in a lab, with a curly-haired angel staring down at me. Okay, it was my Carlos, but there's like, no difference so...

*Excited squeal*

But can you believe it? He faced down Station Management for me! That's so romantic! And he was all like "Cecil" *sigh* and it just sounded so perfect...anyway, he was all like "Cecil, are you alright? Station Management...at least, I think it was Management almost corporeally absorbed you." and then he went on about how I shouldn't try to get up, I was still weak, and how he hadn't managed to take any readings while he was there.

*Lovesick sigh*

He's so into his work...

Anyway, now we have a bond of life over death, and I just hope all of my playing normal hasn't been ruined. I mean, did I try to protect myself at all, or was I just so surprised that I didn't do anything but scream? I don't know.

...wow. Management attacked me. I must have...I don't even know what I did. I mean, I don't remember. They've never...

*voice falters*

I mean, they have, but not like that.

*choked sob*

I...I'm not sure if I can go back. And I have nowhere else to go. Carlos...perfect Carlos said I could stay with him until Management gives me its verdict.

I don't know what I'm going to do if Management says no. They took me in after...hm. That's odd. I don't know what. But they raised me after. I've lived in that radio station ever since I can remember. Most of my knowledge of the town is from my Ajna.

*sad silence*

I guess now I have the chance to explore a little. I-I'm going to go and watch Carlos do sciencey stuff. That might make me feel better.

Bye for now...

Station Management sent me my contract renewal today, so I returned to the radio station. Station Management shrieked at me when I passed, but thankfully stayed in its office.

I think Carlos had been getting used to me being there. I hope he'll be okay.

*Chuckles sadly*

Of course he will. What is it that he said when I asked to help him with his experiments?

"A scientist is self-reliant. That's the first thing a scientist is."

*sad sigh*

Anyway, I have my show to do. Goodbye for now.

Carlos' Notes On Episode Four

Cecil left early this morning. He seemed reluctant to leave, and to be honest, I was just as reluctant to see him go. It was an odd moment, but it passed quickly.

At the moment, half of our team is searching for the missing Pteranodon(s). The other half is researching the odd auras around various household objects collected from around town. There is no data that differentiates these objects from others, save for a heightened EMF level.

*sigh, clinking of flasks*

That's why I'm using this recorder instead of writing in my notebook. That, and the Sheriff's Secret Police complained about me writing with pens and pencils, so I'm waiting for their suspicion to fade.

*Sound of a blender starting up*

What the hell? Ack! I'm going to have to finish this in a moment, the blender is...floating.

"City Council has asked me to read the following message: "If you notice strange auras around any of the following objects in your house: blender, shower head, dog, husband, wife, table, chair, doorknob, baseboard, vacation souvenirs or photos, collectibles of any kind (especially those depicting or involving horses), DVDs (especially Cliffhanger, There's Something About Mary, and The Wire Season Four), and any bagged lettuce from California or Mexico...please, report to the council for indefinite detention."

We switched *pant* jobs. I found...*pant* I found a Pteranodon. *Panting for a bit* Chasing it. *Screeches, muffled wings flapping*

They're...*pant* removing a lead door *pant* chasing it by there...*pant* I don't *pant* have time to do...*pant* both...

I'm in *pant* Radon *pant* Canyon...shit! *muffled sounds of people talking, then shrieking as paniced pteranadon flies around them* There is no time! No more time! *panting, muffled running* I *pant* lost it just *pant* outside. God damn it! *muffled sounds of Carlos hitting something in rage, cursing*

*phone beeping, sounds of a phone being flipped open*

Yes, this is Carlos Garcias speak- *gasp* What? Is John okay?...¡Dios mío...okay, I'll be there in a moment. *sounds of a flip phone being closed* I-I'll stop the recording here. I'll...I'll record what happened to John later. I have to go to the hospital.

"Speaking of the City Council, it voted this week to remove the large, lead-plated door from the northeasternmost crook of Radon Canyon. You know, the area pulsing with green light and sotto voce bass humming. Proponents of the measure claimed that the large, yellow emblem and red lettering that spelled out, "DANGER! PLUTONIUM! DO NOT OPEN DOOR; RISK OF DEATH" were, at worst, an offensive eyesore and, at best, a "hacky sci-fi cliche". Many Night Vale citizens attended the meeting, including, it was said, several angels- although no angel is admitted to have been present for the City Council meeting, or any other event ever, for that matter. Old Woman Josie agreed with the measure, adding that "lead is a health hazard," and that the old door was "nothing but a ticking time-bomb". According to the meeting minutes, Josie said, "That old door! OOOOH, that door! Someone's gonna get some kinda lead poisoning!"

Carlos...beautiful Carlos, tragically shorn of his locks...reportedly was the only dissenting voice, but it is not clear he actually opposed the measure, as the minutes only report him stating, "There is no time! No more time!" into a black rectangle in his hand, and then running, winded, from the community hall. According to Old Woman Josie, he was still absolutely perfect, and smelled of lavender chewing gum."

Hello! I write for tips. Or, in this case, reviews. Which means I will not update until I get reviews. Thanks!