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Take a deep breath. Smoke fills your lungs and it is confirmed that you are alive. Alive and real. But what is real? Is this a dream? Is that thing lurking under your bed a figment of your imagination? Who knows. Who. Knows.
"You seem quite weird, sir. Of course, this is coming from a humanoid moth, so I don’t really have any room to talk. Compared to me, you look quite normal. Although, normal isn’t quite normal around here." She giggles and grins at her own statement.
Ah! Another resident of the Zones it appeared. She seemed pleasant enough, and, well...yes. She was a humanoid moth. Strange. He hoped she didn't want to nibble on his lavender tie, and quickly and silently scolded himself. No one liked having stereotypes attached to them.
"Hello there, Miss. I assure you that I am just as normal as I appear - and just as normal as you yourself are. If I had a dollar for every humanoid moth I had had the honor of speaking to, I would be able to retire."
That wasn't true.
"I am Cecil Palmer - a radio host stationed in Zone 2. And you?"
Why was he smiling. That wasn’t okay. He’s slightly offended, but only pouts his lower lip.
"PFF, YEAH, NO SHIT. That’s me. I’m the science guy, just my name isn’t fuckin’ Bill Nye." He snorts, lower hands resting against his hips with middle and top merely dangled uselessly.
"Radio announcer my fat arse. What, are you here to interview me? I’ll eat the microphone. I’ll fuckin’ do it. Watch me. I’m gonna do it.”
"Well, it certainly wouldn't be the first time someone has eaten a microphone. Sadly." Cecil said, sounding (and looking) mildly upset about the loss of the previous one. And the one before that. But that was neither here nor there, and he had much more pressing matters to attend to.
"Repeat instances sort of lose charm after a while, you know." He folded his arms over his chest and looked up at the fly-man. "But, no. I am not here to interview you as charming a interviewee you might be." He wondered if his passive aggression would go unnoticed.
He didn't particularly care though. The man was quite rude after all. He continued, trying to remain pleasant. "I was merely curious as to what, exactly, you studied here, Mister....?"
"Aren’t you a freaky fucker. What you want, you pleb."
>:^\
"Pleb!"
[He huffs, mildly insulted. But he recovers quickly and gives a strained smile]
I am merely exploring this new area that my assistant, Andy, has told me about. You see, sir, I am a radio announcer, and I heard that there is a very unique scientist in the area. And I am incredibly interested in science. So here I am. And I am assuming that you are the scientist?
His radio station is located near the library, just a small buildingstuck between two larger ones with a tall radio tower that can be seen from the entrance of the Zone.
It appeared when Cecil first arrived, and color returned to the Zone possibly due to a corruption in the save file Cecil played. Because of this, the elsen that live there think of him as a sort of Guardian, even if he is not. He doesn't quite understand why they look up to him so much, and just thinks that elsen are very friendly.
If radios are used in other Zones, his radio show, "Good Evening, Zone 2" can be heard every day.
Andy the elsen is a intern at his very small radio station.
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Oh….uh, h-hello. I don’t think I’ve seen you before; who- who are you?
Ah! Another citizen of the Zones! it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Cecil Palmer, the voice of Zone 2 if you will. I was merely in the area to check on the poor fellow who took a swim in the meat fountain. And who are you?
The meat fountains are churning, and you will stare into it's depths and long for things you do not understand.
Welcome, to Zone 2.
Good evening, listeners. Today has been a rather uneventful day here in the Zones. The skies have been clear all day it seems, and the possibly-plastic sun hangs low over the plastic sea surrounding our peaceful Zone. The Nothingness has not changed at all, but reports have stated that the whispering voices seem to be growing restless.
Walk carefully, travelers. I fear for those that venture into that void with nothing, and I send to all of you well-wishes and hope for your return to wherever it is that you came from. Remember to purchase Luck Tickets and Fortune Tickets as well as fresh meat from our local merchant before exploring the vast unknown.
In other news, an elsen was found floating in the meat fountain of Alma this morning. The elsen was unharmed and conscious, and when questioned as to how he had ended up drifting along on the waves of freshly ground meat, he responded simply with a vacant stare. I asked him again how he ended up there, and he finally spoke, voice haunted and eyes wide like saucers as he whispered,
"I just wanted to see if I could."
I commend this brave soul for that! We never get anywhere without some healthy amount of curiosity after all. I can only hope the Zone's guardian does not punish him too severely for it.
And now--Oh. [He looks up when an elsen with headphones on hands him a scribbled note.] I have just been handed a note that says--Hm. It appears that the Radio Tower has a visitor. While I see who our guest is, here is the weather.
[He turns off the microphone and and turns on a strange track of music before removing his headphones, once dusty from disuse, and standing. Humming a bit, he takes the stairs from the small, cramped recording booth down to the first floor.
Without a moment of hesitation, he pushes open the door with some difficulty, the heavy door scraping across the ground. He steps out and looks around before smiling at the guest the elsen had mentioned.]
Hello there! I can't say that I've seen you around before. Or, well, anyone. Can I help you with something?
