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[blowfish]

"Yo, there's no beep on this thing."

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[weirdatlast]

[ It is strange and amazing what death will do to a relationship. Even relationships that are not real, people who probably do not exist, brought together by a false and impermanent death. The world is a strange, amazing place.

Cecil follows in step, towards the subway. ]

Well, I have been here for nearly ten months. So... Longer than that, I guess. Longer than the people who have been here longer than me. ...Unless, of course, some of them are people we have known who have "disappeared." In which case "how long" is unknowable, and different for each of us.

...Anyway. There is no way for us to know. To know how long, to know who they were, to know whether they can hear us or not. But... It doesn't hurt to pretend, to guess, and to talk to them, anyway.

[blowfish]

Years 'n years, I bet. Maybe hundreds and thousands of 'em; you're right, who knows? Only thing that matters is how long we got before we're the same.

[ Now that he's got ahold of himself, he slows to walk side-by-side with Cecil. Not rushing. The heavy reality of what's happened and what's about to happen is still settling, scattered around his thoughts like a bad fog, but he's going to focus on monster watching with Cecil and-- he's going to survive. ]

It's somethin' to do. Not like we have television around here.

[ Mindless distractions are crazy difficult to come by and sorely needed. ]

[weirdatlast]

Or an accessible internet connection. Or bowling alley and arcade fun complexes, either.

[ It's better not to think about death, sometimes. It's easy to think about all the time, especially after the death of a loved one. But if you do that... Then you miss out on living. And what is the worth of a real and permanent death if you have not lived to see it?

Carlos wouldn't want that for Jesse. Cecil doesn't want it for either of them. So he moves on. ]

There is a carnival in Haven North now that was not there before. Getting through the tunnels is a challenge, though.

Have you been there yet?

[blowfish]

[ Oh, cool, Night Vale had the internet. Jesse shoots Cecil a sideways, knowing glance, because the internet would be the perfect way to waste time or distract yourself from the horrible realities in Haven, let's be real. ]

A couple'a times. [ He muses, on the mention of Haven North. ] And tell me about it. It, uh, ain't somethin' I been dumb enough to attempt on my own. But I came close once.

Y'know, me bein' a pathetic burn-out, [ he doesn't have to pretend with Cecil (who knows everything, just how is a mystery, but whatever), ] and Haven bein' well awares, they stashed my stuff there this one time. After I spit on Kite.

[weirdatlast]

[ That is a lot of interesting and meaningful information to respond to but, I mean, really. ]

You spit on Doctor Kite?

[ Because uh. Wow. ]

[blowfish]

Yup. [ YEAH IT SOUNDS CRAZY NOW BUT... well. at the time it seemed very appropriate. ] I spit on him, he took my organs, we had a good old time.