Oh, the handshake. Ooops. He at least, has the decency to look a bit chagrined about it and uncomfortable, even if the other man is acting like it's fine that he didn't take it. But the eyes... and the teeth... and he got him talking about science and...
All of the obvious things that could throw him about the man can, and do, but there's something under the surface about him, and the way he says "StrexCorp" and "mandatory". He does remember, of course, when the things Cecil said on the radio about the City Council and the Sheriff's Secret Police had made him uncomfortable. But he was more or less used to that kind of weird, now.
This seemed different.
This seemed different and if Cecil was the Voice of Night Vale, and he was only just starting to understand what, exactly, that entailed, it wasn't a huge leap to make it to this man being the Voice of Desert Bluffs and what that could mean... Well. Academically, it likely meant that he was in very, very deep trouble. Rationality, however, also tried to assert that that was stupid, that things out in the "real world" didn't work like they did in Night Vale. Even if there were men with black sclera eyes and too many teeth. The thought that there was anything strange about Desert Bluffs, and that it wasn't just that he had reached the edge of Night Vale's "weirdness bubble" as he'd taken to calling it, in his head but never in his notes, was just a hypothesis. And there was no way to test said hypothesis than to go deeper into Desert Bluffs.
Better to do it with a guide, right?
"That might be useful, actually. It'll be awhile before the machine is through taking readings anyway and I'm curious what's stopping the waves here-- whether it's the way the land is shaped or--" well, even if he has weird eyes, he's probably just a relatively normal guy, right? He seems nice enough, cheery and kind. Carlos isn't sure that he wants to try to explain Night Vale to him. He's pretty sure he'll sound crazy. (Sometimes, he wonders.) "-- some other reason. Seeing more of the town would help that. If you don't mind, that is?" he tries to smile, as winningly as he can manage and holds his own hand back out, with just the slightest twist of his mouth in apology for earlier, "I'm Carlos, by the way. Nice to meet you, Kevin."
A sandstorm. He remembers the sandstorm. He was even listening to the broadcast. But one of the other scientists had turned up with a double and chaos had broken out and he didn't really get a good chance to hear it. Still, he feels like there's something he's missing, something important, and that it's not a coincidence that the sandstorm has just come up, or that Kevin's eyes do even stranger things, at the mention of Night Vale.
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All of the obvious things that could throw him about the man can, and do, but there's something under the surface about him, and the way he says "StrexCorp" and "mandatory". He does remember, of course, when the things Cecil said on the radio about the City Council and the Sheriff's Secret Police had made him uncomfortable. But he was more or less used to that kind of weird, now.
This seemed different.
This seemed different and if Cecil was the Voice of Night Vale, and he was only just starting to understand what, exactly, that entailed, it wasn't a huge leap to make it to this man being the Voice of Desert Bluffs and what that could mean... Well. Academically, it likely meant that he was in very, very deep trouble. Rationality, however, also tried to assert that that was stupid, that things out in the "real world" didn't work like they did in Night Vale. Even if there were men with black sclera eyes and too many teeth. The thought that there was anything strange about Desert Bluffs, and that it wasn't just that he had reached the edge of Night Vale's "weirdness bubble" as he'd taken to calling it, in his head but never in his notes, was just a hypothesis. And there was no way to test said hypothesis than to go deeper into Desert Bluffs.
Better to do it with a guide, right?
"That might be useful, actually. It'll be awhile before the machine is through taking readings anyway and I'm curious what's stopping the waves here-- whether it's the way the land is shaped or--" well, even if he has weird eyes, he's probably just a relatively normal guy, right? He seems nice enough, cheery and kind. Carlos isn't sure that he wants to try to explain Night Vale to him. He's pretty sure he'll sound crazy. (Sometimes, he wonders.) "-- some other reason. Seeing more of the town would help that. If you don't mind, that is?" he tries to smile, as winningly as he can manage and holds his own hand back out, with just the slightest twist of his mouth in apology for earlier, "I'm Carlos, by the way. Nice to meet you, Kevin."
A sandstorm. He remembers the sandstorm. He was even listening to the broadcast. But one of the other scientists had turned up with a double and chaos had broken out and he didn't really get a good chance to hear it. Still, he feels like there's something he's missing, something important, and that it's not a coincidence that the sandstorm has just come up, or that Kevin's eyes do even stranger things, at the mention of Night Vale.
It's too late to take his hand back now, though.