cecil is a runner (because good cardio is very important when you live in a town like night vale), and his usual morning run goes right next to the lab where carlos works
Carlos adjusts to life in Night Vale.
Sort of.
There's a hole leading into the void behind Cecil's coffee pot.
In which Carlos and Cecil go on their third date, and Carlos begins to accept that this is his life now. Set after The Sandstorm.
Carlos's first impression of Night Vale is that the sky is electric purple, and that's terrifying.
There is a new scientific marvel in Night Vale, listeners, and it is no longer available with boysenberry syrup.
Khoschek is Cecil's familiar, the closest to a family Carlos is going to meet.
It has occurred to Carlos more than once that he might actually be dead.
Cecil comes out to his mother. It's not what you'd expect.
“We’ve just gone up through the third storey,” says Carlos. He rasps one hand down the lovingly close-shorn stubble on his firm, beautiful jaw. “We’ve just gone up through a storey of your building that isn’t even there.”
Cecil is, at worst, not much longer for this world. (And at best, a bit high-maintenance.)
I decided that the citizens of Night Vale probably spawn in, like, litters, because there is no way if you only have one child they're going to survive into adulthood. Better safe than sorry, right?
After years as a junior researcher doing nothing but studying the safest objects on offer, followed by a year of performing repetitive experiments on well-understood, well documented Euclid objects, he's finally being sent to document something that matters.
"Listeners, fellow Night Vale-ians, and foreign prisoners being forced to listen to this show as part of your audio torture, you are the first to know: I, Cecil, your announcer, am pregnant!"
As described on box. Do not be concerned by anything else the box says. It lies.
Carlos didn't make it out of the underground city alive, so Cecil takes matters into his own hands.
Carlos had noticed Cecil's voice before, of course, but he'd never *noticed* Cecil's voice.
The City Council would like me to remind you that the children of Night Vale did not disappear mysteriously 18 months ago, nor did they reappear just as mysteriously six months later, and Desert Bluffs' claims that we stole their children are completely foundless.
Carlos's reaction to the first date involves a lot more anguished cries than Cecil's, though to be fair, they're only anguished cries of "Why did I do that, why did I say that, why am I allowed to interact with other people" so they're still better than at least eighty percent of Night Vale's late night wails.