[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

[restingslasherface]

"I'm starting to think most of us have," Jean murmurs, sober-voiced. "Tell me, have any of our comrades you've met so far died peacefully in their beds? I'm not sure you'd even get here without dying a death that is...less than ideal."

[lasthumanvoice]

“I…you’re right, but I don’t remember my death. It hardly feels real.”

To anyone else witnessing this conversation, with both of them turning their manic down so low, it might almost seem like normal people talking calmly. How very odd.

[restingslasherface]

"You're not the first person to react like this to the life I've lived. I'm...starting to become one of those people. But I'm just the nail that's sticking up. The hammer has come for us all, Comrade Cecil. I don't know how to help people with that, hahaha, ha, I can't even mask properly to make them more comfortable around me. But. You seem like you do know how to help. Your voice on the radio can be so much more than emergency weather alerts, but 'morale' doesn't get a major project to put radio in every home funded."

[lasthumanvoice]

"It should, though. It might need to. Morale...I wonder if that isn't why we're here, some of us at least. We're as welcome to become entertainers as farmers or miners."

Morale, welfare, recreation...

"The backing of the doctors would help, I'm certain. The town, and especially the native one, are grateful to have them. But the question of radio is still one of 'how?'."

[restingslasherface]

"I wonder...Comrade Halloway may prove helpful no matter what..." They frown more thoughtfully than emotionally. "Comrade Jones fights a lot like I do. He may be familiar with the technology in a general sense, but even if he's not able to build it his contacts with Ms. Leeds could expedite a call for experts that saves time. That avenue is closed to me, but maybe not to you."

[lasthumanvoice]

"Comrade Jones--I don't believe that I have met him yet." Cecil strokes his chin. "But I do have proper contacts. Yorick and I have our offices in town hall."

[restingslasherface]

"Excellent! If there's anything at all I can do to help, don't hesitate to ask. I'm given to understand some kind of towers or transmitters are involved, I can imagine their construction may need guarding or at least another warm body." Jean takes in a deep breath, and nods mostly at themself. "I'm ready to help, Comrade. Ready, and willing. I...I do hope my great concern for the overall mission is not mistaken for a lack of concern for my fellows."

[lasthumanvoice]

"No, you've made it clear your concern is for the city, as a whole and as individuals. I find myself wanting to trust you, Comrade Jean. But I've misplaced my trust in the past before, and I'm not..." Huff. "You were more right about me the first time we met than I want to admit."

Softly, So Softly

[restingslasherface]

"...In what sense, Comrade?"

[lasthumanvoice]

Cecil's voice takes on Jean's tone: "Untreated memetic damage can leave you vulnerable to further attack and compromise, potentially crippling your ability to contribute to an operation or even turning you into an enemy asset. There...is an object that exists on this island, that could be used to control me. Completely. And it was not in my possession for weeks."

[restingslasherface]

"...Ah." Wow that imitation is eerie. Jean can't suppress a shudder. But...

Hrm.

Wait! "The object you mentioned before? At the festival? You've acquired it??"

[lasthumanvoice]

"Gerry acquired it. And passed it to me. And I don't know what to do with it. And...I don't know what to do with knowing why I did not have it."

[restingslasherface]

"...Please forgive my focus on practicalities at the moment but is there a reason not to destroy it?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"I'm not wholly certain that wouldn't be destroying myself. But beyond that, no reason at all!"

[restingslasherface]

"That does seem less than ideal!" Jean frowns, and their voice lowers again. "I wish I had answers, Comrade. It's. No fun, to wake up and not know what you did, to who, even why sometimes. I wouldn't wish that on my enemy, and...I do think of you as a friend. I think. I haven't really had many of those."

[lasthumanvoice]

Cecil moves closer to Jean, to bump his shoulder against theirs. "I think I'd be glad to consider you as a friend."

[restingslasherface]

"Well!" Jean's not blushing, you're blushing, leave them alone. "I will need! To contact you! When the first seaweed harvest comes in! I'm intending on a sushi celebration of the event."

Stop your calendar, they're planning something not related to the mission.

[lasthumanvoice]

"Oh! That sounds lovely. If you tell me in advance, we'll get it on the community calendar."

He beams at Jean.

Wrap?

[restingslasherface]

"I'll keep you posted, comrade! On both subjects!"