This again is a transcript of an audio recording of Carlos' in regards to the Shape.
The notes of Carlos the scientist
John is dead. The blender, which had simply been floating when I left, had started up and clamped itself onto his arm. He died of blood loss in the hospital.
Dennis had been in the room with him at the time.
He kissed John, just before he died. He hasn't been the same since then.
He's shut himself into his room.
I went into his room today when he was sleeping, and I found something. In his nightstand, wrapped up in a silk cloth and hidden in a fancy box, were two simple gold wedding rings. Each had a name carved into it.
John, said one mockingly.
Dennis was engraved onto the other.
There is a...shape in Grove park. Nobody I've spoken to will acknowledge or speak about it, but I've seen it. It's this sort of...shadowy..thing.
*Chuckle*
Wow. Aren't I great with words? Anyway, despite the fact that it is not acknowledged or spoken about, I have managed to deduce from the doublespeak and language of gestures, grimaces and screams that everyone I've asked about it is angry because the City Council is removing it from Grove Park. I wouldn't generally be concerned, but I know that it isn't going to be destroyed; it's simply going to be moved somewhere else.
*Hears vague background noise. It is a radio. Cecil is speaking.*
"...Update on the Shape formerly in Grove Park that no one acknowledges or speaks about: it seems that the City Council, in their superhuman mercy and all-seeing glory, have chosen to move the Shape directly in front of our own radio station, where it is continuing to be what can only be described as...indescribable."
Oh wonderful. The two largest scientific anomalies in the town (that are safe to test on) right next to one another. That'll be fun.
I heard a news story about the Green Market co-op earlier. Apparently, not only is secret domestic espionage a well covered (and not covered up) subject, but it seems to be of no concern. The citizens all seem excited by the fruits and vegetables, but do not seem to care about the rest of the story.
The quarterback for Night Vale's football team has apparently grown a second head. This was, perhaps, a side effect of an apparent...
*voice takes on a confused tone*
Sentient lightning strike? What?...you know what, I don't even know why I ask anymore. Anyway, I'm going to get Mitzie and Bernadette to get an interview from him.
There was something about tarantulas on the radio, and it's got Felicia in a fit. I think she's planning on going out and doing some tests on them. I heard it, but I...
*embarrassed silence, broken by muttered phrases in Spanish*
Well, let's just say I was distracted.
*Someone in high-heeled shoes coming close to recorder. Female voice*
Yeah, cuz you pitch a tent every time you talk to the man.
*Carlos responds*
I do not, Felicia!
*Woman snorts in derision, but doesn't answer. Sounds of someone walking away in high-heeled shoes, papers rustling.*
Sorry, decided to unprofessionally add to my notes there.
Cecil appears to be having some sort of existential crisis. He is taking everyone's inability to acknowledge or speak about the Shape as...well, I'm not even sure. He's said...well, here I'll play it for you...
*Beeping*
"...Update on the Shape formerly in Grove Park that no one acknowledges or speaks about: it seems that the City Council, in their superhuman mercy and all-seeing glory, have chosen to move the Shape directly in front of our own radio station, where it is continuing to be what can only be described as...indescribable. The Shape was not available for comment, as I could find no one willing to speak to it, or even meet my eye when I mentioned it. It has occurred to me that I may be the only one able to see it. Now that I think about it, I have also never bothered to actually check whether this mic is attached to any sort of recording or broadcasting device. And, it is possible that I am alone in an empty universe, speaking to no one, unaware that the world is held aloft merely by my delusions and my smooth, sonorous voice...more on this story as it develops, I say...possibly, only to myself."
But I'm concerned for Cecil. It's a molten orange color and causing small...actually, just listen
*Sounds of Carlos moving closer to radio*
"There is apparently a sound of a great many voices chanting, as though it were an army giving out a battle cry before raining down destruction on our arid little hamlet! ...Oh? Leland has stopped shouting, and is now writing furiously on a piece of paper. I have to say, Leland's existence, as well as his finally speaking about the Shape that no one else would speak about, has reassured me greatly about my lonely and solipsistic vigil here at this microphone. He is handing me the note- thank you, Leland- let me see, here...ah. It says that the City Council believes the reason for the violent reaction of the Shape formerly in Grove Park that no one acknowledges or speaks about...is...because...I have been acknowledging and speaking about it, which has made it angry. They urge me to stop speaking of it and never do it again. In exchange, they'll move it somewhere else so we can get our front loading zone back.
After brief consideration, I have decided to accept the Council's offer, because they are trustworthy leaders looking out for our better future...and also because Leland just got vaporized by a strange red light emanating from the station entrance."
That's gotten me worried. I think I'll drop by the Radio station just to make sure.
*Woman's laughter*
Shut up Felicia!
Anyway, this is Carlos Garcias recording from Night Vale.
'Sup. I'm tired and not inthe mood to write, but anyway thanks for reading and stuff.