43 Unicorn, Tuesday evening

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"Food show, talent show, jewelry shopping show, ridiculous weather show, ridiculous teen melodrama, what's your poison?" Kenzi asked, sitting down with Zenkie in her lap and a huge bowl of popcorn in her hands. There were a lotta little booze bottles on the coffee table in front of her.

[expecting the radio DJ guy, but totally open for other

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"Oo, um." Cecil thought about it and snitched some of the popcorn. "Talent show?"

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"Talent show it is!" Kenzi said cheerfully, switching channels. There was someone crying with happiness in front of a microphone. "Melodrama *with* singing, what was I thinking, of course."

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Cecil grinned at her. "How have you been? I haven't seen you in ages! Or heard about you on radio much."

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"Enh, working. Pretty quiet. Roland moved out and moved on, you probably heard." Kenzi popped open one of the teeny vodka bottles, and handed him one. "I was totally MIA for that weekend where everybody was old. You?"

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"Oh, me too." Cecil toasted her with the tiny bottle before drinking it. "But that's okay, really, I mean - it's not like I don't know what I look like in twenty years."

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"That's true. And I did that last time, and it was fun." She stopped to briefly mourn Dr. Lector's House of Not Hers again. "So yeah, just weird to wake up on Monday with no clue what happened... what was with today's broadcast of bummerness, bee-tee-dubs?"

Zenkie was chasing popcorn under the coffee table now.

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"Oh, just...things, you know?" Cecil reached for another tiny bottle. "At home."

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"Things? Ooooo. What's up in Night Vale?"

Onscreen, a young woman was singing Bonnie Tyler's Total Eclipse of the Heart.

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"I don't even know!" Cecil sighed and drank another little vodka. "That's the problem. ♥Carlos♥ just keeps getting sidetracked with science whenever I try to ask, which is great, really, but I can't get through to anyone else, and it all just feels...wrong."

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"Okay, that sounds-- yeah." Kenzi took another glug off her teeny bottle, frowning. "Are you getting busy signals, voicemails...?" Disconnect signals?

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"Blood-curdling screams, mostly - like you'd expect." Cecil shrugged. "But they just keep going. Nobody picks up."

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"Okaaaaay," Kenzi said, allowing that for both Fandom and Night Vale, that wasn't impossible. "I'm thinking maybe a road trip is in order. Or a telegram. Or a flyover with photo equipment. Something. Carlos doesn't explain any of it? How distracted *is* your guy?"

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"He's a scientist!" Cecil protested. "He just gets all caught up in his science things. Says things like, 'Oh, Cecil, I'm sure everything's just fine. The sheriff's secret police told me so.' And I mean sure, they're right about most things, at least the ones still on the record, but how can he be sure?"

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"See, that just makes me think someone needs to go check it out more, 'cause I'm pretty sure the job of the secret police everywhere is to lie until you feel okay about whatever's happening." Kenzi handed over another little teeny bottle of booze. "And Carlos probably doesn't wanna worry you."

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"Probably," Cecil acknowledged. He took the bottle and gave her a thankful smile. "I mean, he sounds okay? But I worry."

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"Kinda weird he's the only one you can contact," Kenzi admitted, eating another handful of popcorn. She considered for a moment, puzzled. "Is he, like, in a different part of town? Or a different kind of building?"