Carlos is pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to hear this broadcast.
It’s on a strange frequency he’d only picked up by accident as he’d adjusted his own jury-rigged radio antennae. He’s been hiding out from Strex for a week now, and he hadn’t dared risk taking a radio with him into hiding. He was pretty sure they were all microchipped and possibly fitted with GPS devices. He’d just opted to make one instead, just to be safe.
He’s not sure what he’s hearing at first. It sounds more like Cecil- not the voice of course, but the words. The defiance and the poetry and the slight sadness. But it’s not Cecil, and he’s quite sure it’s also not a broadcast Strex would let go entirely public, which would explain the strange half-there-half-not station he’d happened to find it on. Carlos stays with his hand on the dial of the radio, stricken and still right up until Kevin’s sign-off.
He doesn’t like Kevin. How could he? Even if he hadn’t been a part of the current invasion of Night Vale, he had tried to kill Cecil with his bare hands once. Carlos isn’t in the habit if disliking people he doesn’t even know, but Kevin had made it easy.
That still doesn’t make it any easier to decide what to do after the radio’s frequency has dissolved back into static.
He has his cell phone still. He has the radio station’s number. Even as he listens to the phone ring, he has no idea what he’s going to say if someone actually answers.
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It’s on a strange frequency he’d only picked up by accident as he’d adjusted his own jury-rigged radio antennae. He’s been hiding out from Strex for a week now, and he hadn’t dared risk taking a radio with him into hiding. He was pretty sure they were all microchipped and possibly fitted with GPS devices. He’d just opted to make one instead, just to be safe.
He’s not sure what he’s hearing at first. It sounds more like Cecil- not the voice of course, but the words. The defiance and the poetry and the slight sadness. But it’s not Cecil, and he’s quite sure it’s also not a broadcast Strex would let go entirely public, which would explain the strange half-there-half-not station he’d happened to find it on. Carlos stays with his hand on the dial of the radio, stricken and still right up until Kevin’s sign-off.
He doesn’t like Kevin. How could he? Even if he hadn’t been a part of the current invasion of Night Vale, he had tried to kill Cecil with his bare hands once. Carlos isn’t in the habit if disliking people he doesn’t even know, but Kevin had made it easy.
That still doesn’t make it any easier to decide what to do after the radio’s frequency has dissolved back into static.
He has his cell phone still. He has the radio station’s number. Even as he listens to the phone ring, he has no idea what he’s going to say if someone actually answers.