[NOVEMBER LOG] They talked because they could

[lasthumanvoice]

Who: Cecil and Gerry; Also Cecil and You?
When: Ugh, Scorpio season.
Summary: Lot 37; Library Visit; Something cute because I deserve it.
Warnings: Possible discussion of coercion and fears?

1. Then One Night [Closed to Gerry]
Cecil is sitting near the fountain in Festival Green when Gerry catches up to him, working on editing an article, a scowl on his face. Someone is quite aware Lot 37 has been sold. Someone is braced to be used at any moment.


2. He Was Nowhere to be Found [Open - Greymare Library]
Now, living where he does, right by Town Hall and the Clock Tower means that Cecil's home is also right beside the Library. In Night Vale, the Library was a place of grave danger, the Librarians violent and prone to attacking anyone who desired to read. Here, he's been reassured that's not the case. Regardless, though, there is a caution written on his expressive face as he walks with mincing steps toward the shelves, a look of awe on his face.

Perhaps you're also here to read, or you're the kind of jackass who'd sneak up behind someone who's clearly already on alert and scare them. Either way, here, have a Cecil.


3. Under the Starlight [Open - Outside somewhere]
There is a pile of leaves someone's raked up. Cecil has noticed this pile. It's tall and thick and looks awfully soft. And with a glance left, a glance right, and a broad grin, he's going to take a running leap into the pile, because at heart he's still a little juvenile.

Come join him, or maybe admonish him for ruining someone's hard work.


4. Vanishing Without a Sound [Wildcard]
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Comments

He Was Nowhere to be Found

[lovinglefthand]

Well, First Aid isn't going to be wandering around deliberately startling people...But he's rather taken with the library himself, and he might not be paying all that close attention to the other patrons as he studies his options. If somebody turns around suddenly and is startled by a seven foot tall, bright red and white suit of armor chilling nearby, that's not technically his fault...is it?

[lasthumanvoice]

There is a flailing and a yelp and eventually, off-balance, Cecil falls down. It's not fear of the metalman himself, per se, it's him suddenly being there and big and unfamiliar.

"Gah!"

Real articulate, Cecil.

[lovinglefthand]

"What??"

First Aid whirls around, forgetting himself far enough that he looks around at his own eye level before remembering to look down. "Oh dear..."

He hurries over to Cecil, extending his hand. "Are you right? What happened?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"Oh! Wait, sorry, I retract that 'gah!', you're clearly not a threat." Cecil picks himself up off the floor, wide-eyed gaze remaining on First Aid.

[lovinglefthand]

"I should hope not!" First Aid laughs quietly. "But I truly am sorry for startling you. I'm afraid I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings."

[lasthumanvoice]

"It's fine. Can we attempt to restart this interaction like something civil and not embarrassing, perhaps? By mutual agreement, of course." That's how you deal with shit like this, right?

[lovinglefthand]

"Oh, of course!" First Aid straightens up and says, in the tones of someone a little confused, but willing to be accomodating, "Hello, Cecil. How nice to meet you here. Have you been doing well?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"Yes, very much so. I have been working very hard on the newspaper, and even found some time to relax when I'm not doing that. Not that there haven't been troubles, of course. This city seems built upon its troubles. Moreso, even, perhaps, than where I come from."

His smile is warm and bright, and he refuses to linger on the troubles.

[lovinglefthand]

"Yes, it's been quite the adjustment for me too," First Aid agrees, and completely fails to elaborate on what he's been trying to adjust to. "But working for the newspaper must be terribly exciting! We're fortunate to have someone so dedicated to the job. When can we expect the next edition?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"By mid-month, I believe. It's shaping up to be a good one. I'm working on an article on Calloway's shop and the danger it presents to society!"

How exciting?

[lovinglefthand]

"The...curio shop?"

Okay, yeah, First Aid needs to know what the deal is there.

"What did he do? Or can you not tell me that before the paper comes out?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"If you were in his position, would you take an item you found with someone's name on it, put it for sale at a pittance and specifically refuse to sell to them, just to see what came of it? Even if the person in question begged, pleaded, demanded?"

These are not the full details. The full details are worse.

[lovinglefthand]

"Uh..." Well, that all sounds deeply suspicious and also terrible! But at least First Aid can honestly say, "No. No, I would not do that."

And then anxiously ask, "Cecil, are you okay? Is there anything I can do?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"I am okay, now. I was not for a while. Someone purchased it as a curiosity. Without knowing what it meant to buy. It's in my possession now. I am safe. I am okay. I am now okay. I am okay, now."

He does not sound confident in that.

[lovinglefthand]

"Well...good? That's good, right? That you have it back?"

At some point in this very troubling conversation First Aid has started wringing his hands together nervously.

"But you still have a grudge against Mr. Calloway?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"Yes! I do! And against the person who idly bought the thing, as well."

He is mad and he has a bully pulpit, guess what comes next?

[lovinglefthand]

Does he have to?

"And...what are you hoping will happen?" he asks anxiously. "Are you trying to get the shop shutdown, or...? Surely petitioning Mayor Poe will be more efficient."

Oh, First Aid. Your political naivete is showing.

[lasthumanvoice]

"The shop isn't operating within the law to begin with. I am, instead, shaming him. And shaming people who choose to buy from him. This is effective and simple!"

[lovinglefthand]

"Um. It sounds like a great way to get people riled up...and turn them into a mob," First Aid points, wringing his hands. "What happens if someone gets hurt?"

[lasthumanvoice]

“If it’s Calloway, it will only be what he deserves for what he has done.” Cecil’s voice is firm, unwavering.