Who: The Joshquest Party What: Joshquest When: At the end of June Where: The Night Vale Community Radio station Warnings: None here, but pay attention to CWs in tag subjects!
[ He's reasonably sure he could avoid hurting him, but his magic also isn't that strong. He doesn't know how long it will hold even if he knows the spell. ]
[ Freeze!! He holds a hand out and the area around the snek starts to freeze and go rigid. At least it can't pull him in like that. Better get out fast! ]
[ Luckily, the moment that Pavlova begins to freeze the wall, it... screams? In a tiny, shrill sort of way, like tortillas being pressed. It immediately pulls away from Shadow Milk, though, setting him free! Congratulations!
Unfortunately, now the wall is crying like an injured animal. What will you do? ]
Another maw - because now that Shadow Milk is free, it's easier to see that that's exactly what nabbed him - opens up. It patiently waits, open and periodically making a noise that sounds like, "Ah! Ah!" ]
[Oh he wasn't expecting it to have a mouth somehow, okay. Thorns steps closer and starts gently feeding the wall succulent leaves. This poor fucking succulent dude.]
I'm not one to say what people can and can't do in relationships but I'd prefer you not getting eaten in general.
[ He's running a finger anxiously along his father's scales. He is also completely unrepentant. Trying to eat his dad is not something he will forgive easily ]
"Pavlova Cookie, something you have is an item of interest. One of the post-it notes- there's a square on the desk that I think it goes with. I think it's for the- ah, what that device there is?"
[ The post-it note contains several words that are scribbled out. Clearly, the password either changes semi-regularly, or this is a very, very old and occasionally used note, in which case the glue on it is VERY good at its job.
Either way! The most recent word isn't scribbled out yet, so that must be the password. The word is:
...it's. [The way he's about to eat his own words:] It's a collection of various songs put into what you'd call a cassette tape. They're outdated. Most of us just use our phones to store music. We can talk about the technicalities of it later.
Ahem. I imagine this might be the password, and if Mizuki didn't find anything on the computer, perhaps it's meant to be spoken into this microphone.
[...he's going to feel so stupid if this isn't it, but he holds the microphone up and says tentatively:]
[ Luckily, Thorns doesn't have to feel stupid! The moment that the word is spoken into the microphone, the wall - complete with the shelf in front of it - clicks outward and slides aside. Voila! A path has been opened!
The entrance leads into a hallway, which can only be described as being just shy of a vintage media collector's (very sanitary) hoarder house. The hallway is lined with piles consisting of boxes of tapes, reels, and records. It is a radio station, after all. It makes navigation difficult, but not impossible. At the end of the hallway, the path turns to the right and around a corner.
There are doors lining the hallway, all marked with unlit "ON AIR" signs. Most of these doors are blocked with boxes, though. There is also a set of two doors on the opposite side of the hallway, with men's and women's restroom signs on them. Both signs have printed out papers taped to them, stating "NOW IN UNISEX".
[Can he move the boxes and get into one of the ON AIR labelled rooms? Surely Josh isn't in the bathroom, surely he doesn't want to be walked in on if he is—]
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[ He's reasonably sure he could avoid hurting him, but his magic also isn't that strong. He doesn't know how long it will hold even if he knows the spell. ]
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[Stuck in the wall.]
[He wriggles like one might imagine a panicked snake might.]
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stoicism saves his dignity yet again. )
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Unfortunately, now the wall is crying like an injured animal. What will you do? ]
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( he's going to put shadow milk in pavlova's hands and- uh. )
... I cannot believe I am doing this. Look, I'm sorry. I thought you were a threat. You'll be okay, it'll warm up again soon-
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(Munch.)]
Are you hungry? I could share some of this with you. [thorns you werent supposed to eat that to begin with????]
(general reaction ignore me)
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Another maw - because now that Shadow Milk is free, it's easier to see that that's exactly what nabbed him - opens up. It patiently waits, open and periodically making a noise that sounds like, "Ah! Ah!" ]
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I did not consent to being eaten! That's a second date at least!
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[ He's running a finger anxiously along his father's scales. He is also completely unrepentant. Trying to eat his dad is not something he will forgive easily ]
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( SIDNEY.
still, might... as well... see if this works? )
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Do you want the soil too?
[The rest of you can make jokes all you want but he's taking this starving wall Very Seriously.]
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But Thorns will find out that, once all of the succulent leaves are gone, the stalk is... a microphone!
Sidney will also note that one of the post-its that Pavlova took is the glowing square from the desk. ]
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"Pavlova Cookie, something you have is an item of interest. One of the post-it notes- there's a square on the desk that I think it goes with. I think it's for the- ah, what that device there is?"
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Oh. Yeah one of them has passwords on it.
[ He was preoccupied with the wall eating his dad. He would have mentioned otherwise.
He leafs through the little notes he stole and picks out the password one, shining a light on it. ]
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Either way! The most recent word isn't scribbled out yet, so that must be the password. The word is:
MIXTAPE
What will you do with this information? ]
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Sidney, viejo... that's a word you should be familiar with.
[Isidro he's Not That Old.]
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I don't know what that is.
( he's from the prohibition era- )
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Ahem. I imagine this might be the password, and if Mizuki didn't find anything on the computer, perhaps it's meant to be spoken into this microphone.
[...he's going to feel so stupid if this isn't it, but he holds the microphone up and says tentatively:]
Mixtape.
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The entrance leads into a hallway, which can only be described as being just shy of a vintage media collector's (very sanitary) hoarder house. The hallway is lined with piles consisting of boxes of tapes, reels, and records. It is a radio station, after all. It makes navigation difficult, but not impossible. At the end of the hallway, the path turns to the right and around a corner.
There are doors lining the hallway, all marked with unlit "ON AIR" signs. Most of these doors are blocked with boxes, though. There is also a set of two doors on the opposite side of the hallway, with men's and women's restroom signs on them. Both signs have printed out papers taped to them, stating "NOW IN UNISEX".
What do you check out first? ]
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