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campfuckuvote2013-08-23 12:05 pm
olliesout) wrote in campfuckuvote2013-08-23 12:05 pm
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MOVE IT, FOOTBALL HEAD!!!
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Looks solid to me! NowVOTE. closed!
Character: Cecil
Series: Welcome to Night Vale
Character Age: Adult
Job: Community Radio Host
Canon: Night Vale is a little community somewhere in the United States, and like all small towns it has a few quirks. These quirks include irrational hatred of the neighbouring town, a draconian police department, eldritch abominations being on the school PTA, and five headed dragons running from mayor after they have been arrested for insurance fraud. The citizens of Night Vale are incredibly blasè to the strange events of the town, and none are more blasè than Cecil, the community radio host. Cecil manages to narrate the ridiculous and/or contradictory messages from the Night Vale City Council, and the terrible (yet hilarious) deaths of the various radio station interns in the same tone of voice.
It’s unclear whether Cecil genuinely doesn’t understand how weird Night Vale is or whether some of the calm unflappable delivery is because his employer happens to be something completely incomprehensible to human minds and he’s downright terrified of them. That said, Cecil is pretty weird himself. While he always means well, he has a gift for completely missing the point, and it is never quite clear whether he is being sarcastic or completely genuine. He has a tendency to hold grudges for the most ridiculous of reasons and beyond all lengths of sanity, but if you get into his good books he is more like an charmingly excitable puppy who somehow found himself an adult job. He is always enthusiastic about new events in Night Vale, even if they are something horrible that has probably mutated seven people already, because he is a journalist and that means following the news no matter how horribly it will maim you! (Un)fortunately for Night Vale, he is the best source of information they have, in part because their newspaper is imaginary. This explains a lot.
Sample Entry:
Close your eyes. Listen to the sound of your heartbeat. Listen harder. Don’t panic as it stops, stricken with performance anxiety. Find yourself free to do whatever you wish, without fear of consequence. Welcome to Night Vale.
Tonight we are not actually in Night Vale, but instead the indefinite detention center known only as CFUD. As you all know, “zombie flu” has recently been reclassified as an infectious psychiatric disease because the Night Vale Medical Association has decided that zombie flu is probably not real, despite the shambling undead around us. They also said that they have much more important things to do than find out the real cause for just a couple of poorly animated corpses wandering around, such as catching up on Game of Thrones, and “Don’t you think that’s up to you to find out?” The potential non-existence of zombie flu has caused mass panic in the streets, and the City Council has had to take drastic measures: detaining those who are faking zombie flu, the protesters outside City Hall, and any other person they just don’t like.
Now it was not initially my intention to visit CFUD. After all, I am one of the twenty-six percent of Night Vale citizens who are completely immune to all variants of the zombie flu! Or, of course, I would be if it was real, and we all know now that it is not. But I was handed a note from Management advising that such front-line journalism will be counted favorably at my next performance review and would probably not lead to my painful undeath, as I have not yet earned the right to die. We all know what happened to the last radio host whose performance review was unfavorable. Or … what we know is what we don’t know about what happened to the last radio host.
However, I do not resent being sent out to new and exciting locales. Front-line journalism is the thing journalists are made of! For example, today I made the acquaintance of a flourishing young group of artists. Their talent is remarkable, especially given that they are a tribe of squirrels, though I suppose they have an advantage keeping their pencils sharp with teeth that are uniquely designed for biting into wood. I consider myself quite the patron of the arts, and I can say that I have never seen their equal. Listeners, if you have some spare change, do consider donating it to this talented group. Who knows: maybe next time they’ll open commissions, and you will be able to request your favorite people captured in a moment of heartfelt yet entirely unwilling intimacy. Don’t miss this fabulous opportunity!
I am afraid though that this must be a short broadcast. The abrupt departure from Night Vale has left me without my equipment, leaving me to broadcast using only tin foil, pipe cleaners and Council approved duct tape, though I can assure everyone that the requisite sacrifice to my portable bloodstone circle was done in accordance with all of the covenants. I hope to remedy the situation over the next week, so that the exclusive interview with Ms Marcy can go ahead. As you all know, she knows everything that takes place in this town and takes a special interest in the wayward young boys. It’s good that Ms Marcy is so civic-minded! I don’t want to spoil the interview but I can promise you that she will be sharing some tips about how to abase yourself before interdimensional interlopers and offer them any assistance our future tentacled lords require. So stay tuned!
Good night, Night Vale and CFUD. Good night.
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- If you're going to do the whole "ask me why I voted you out!" thing, please state who you voted out.
- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
Looks solid to me! Now
Character: Cecil
Series: Welcome to Night Vale
Character Age: Adult
Job: Community Radio Host
Canon: Night Vale is a little community somewhere in the United States, and like all small towns it has a few quirks. These quirks include irrational hatred of the neighbouring town, a draconian police department, eldritch abominations being on the school PTA, and five headed dragons running from mayor after they have been arrested for insurance fraud. The citizens of Night Vale are incredibly blasè to the strange events of the town, and none are more blasè than Cecil, the community radio host. Cecil manages to narrate the ridiculous and/or contradictory messages from the Night Vale City Council, and the terrible (yet hilarious) deaths of the various radio station interns in the same tone of voice.
It’s unclear whether Cecil genuinely doesn’t understand how weird Night Vale is or whether some of the calm unflappable delivery is because his employer happens to be something completely incomprehensible to human minds and he’s downright terrified of them. That said, Cecil is pretty weird himself. While he always means well, he has a gift for completely missing the point, and it is never quite clear whether he is being sarcastic or completely genuine. He has a tendency to hold grudges for the most ridiculous of reasons and beyond all lengths of sanity, but if you get into his good books he is more like an charmingly excitable puppy who somehow found himself an adult job. He is always enthusiastic about new events in Night Vale, even if they are something horrible that has probably mutated seven people already, because he is a journalist and that means following the news no matter how horribly it will maim you! (Un)fortunately for Night Vale, he is the best source of information they have, in part because their newspaper is imaginary. This explains a lot.
Sample Entry:
Close your eyes. Listen to the sound of your heartbeat. Listen harder. Don’t panic as it stops, stricken with performance anxiety. Find yourself free to do whatever you wish, without fear of consequence. Welcome to Night Vale.
Tonight we are not actually in Night Vale, but instead the indefinite detention center known only as CFUD. As you all know, “zombie flu” has recently been reclassified as an infectious psychiatric disease because the Night Vale Medical Association has decided that zombie flu is probably not real, despite the shambling undead around us. They also said that they have much more important things to do than find out the real cause for just a couple of poorly animated corpses wandering around, such as catching up on Game of Thrones, and “Don’t you think that’s up to you to find out?” The potential non-existence of zombie flu has caused mass panic in the streets, and the City Council has had to take drastic measures: detaining those who are faking zombie flu, the protesters outside City Hall, and any other person they just don’t like.
Now it was not initially my intention to visit CFUD. After all, I am one of the twenty-six percent of Night Vale citizens who are completely immune to all variants of the zombie flu! Or, of course, I would be if it was real, and we all know now that it is not. But I was handed a note from Management advising that such front-line journalism will be counted favorably at my next performance review and would probably not lead to my painful undeath, as I have not yet earned the right to die. We all know what happened to the last radio host whose performance review was unfavorable. Or … what we know is what we don’t know about what happened to the last radio host.
However, I do not resent being sent out to new and exciting locales. Front-line journalism is the thing journalists are made of! For example, today I made the acquaintance of a flourishing young group of artists. Their talent is remarkable, especially given that they are a tribe of squirrels, though I suppose they have an advantage keeping their pencils sharp with teeth that are uniquely designed for biting into wood. I consider myself quite the patron of the arts, and I can say that I have never seen their equal. Listeners, if you have some spare change, do consider donating it to this talented group. Who knows: maybe next time they’ll open commissions, and you will be able to request your favorite people captured in a moment of heartfelt yet entirely unwilling intimacy. Don’t miss this fabulous opportunity!
I am afraid though that this must be a short broadcast. The abrupt departure from Night Vale has left me without my equipment, leaving me to broadcast using only tin foil, pipe cleaners and Council approved duct tape, though I can assure everyone that the requisite sacrifice to my portable bloodstone circle was done in accordance with all of the covenants. I hope to remedy the situation over the next week, so that the exclusive interview with Ms Marcy can go ahead. As you all know, she knows everything that takes place in this town and takes a special interest in the wayward young boys. It’s good that Ms Marcy is so civic-minded! I don’t want to spoil the interview but I can promise you that she will be sharing some tips about how to abase yourself before interdimensional interlopers and offer them any assistance our future tentacled lords require. So stay tuned!
Good night, Night Vale and CFUD. Good night.
Poll #14101 Vote!
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Cecil apper!!1 I'm curious, how are you planning to roll with camp interaction? (I personally think it'd be hilarious if Cecil just did his radio show and no one could ever find him)
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He could pretend to be one of the loudspeakers.nvm idea is not a good oneno subject
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I abstained (for now) because IDK anything about Night Vale except everyone seems to be crazy about it. I am out of the loop. :(I AM NOW A HIP PERSON. That was an in!As a note, apper, you are extra awesome for using the old skool sample format ♥ I MISSED READING AN APP LIKE THIS.
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