Welcome to Night Vale: In Character

who: Eliot Waugh and Quentin Coldwater.
what: Quentin had a rough day and Eliot has a surprise.
where: The cottage.
when: Late afternoon.
rating: Nothing too high. Just Queliot being coupley.
status: Complete. And written nine years ago.

( peaches and plums )

Well this is a week. And it’s only Tuesday.

quentin.

So, can we hit a reset button on yesterday and today and just not get out of bed instead of dealing with my wife and your girlfriend?

How are you really?

Full disclosure, I’m maybe panicking about Alice being here. Just a little. And it’s only slightly due to her tendency to fuck us over massively.

richie.

Drink with me while my boyfriend talks to his toxic ex who I’m definitely not a little worried he’ll decide he still loves because they’re like fucked up magnets and I have issues?

Oh, are you kidding me? What now? Not to say that the composition of this place isn't fascinating, but I'm really not in the mood.

I would like some small space to breathe before the next world ending event that possesses, maims, or kills another one of us.

Pardon my language but what the fuck is this shit? I can't be here. I have a kingdom that needs me.

Who: Quentin Coldwater & Eliot Waugh
What: Quentin did a dumb thing and now he thinks he's in the Underworld, surprise?
When: 12th Oct
Where: The woods outside of the cottage
Rating: TBD, but will update this as it changes.
Status: In progress

( Overthinking was a key trait of Quentin Coldwater, wouldn't be Quentin if he didn't spend at least ten minutes or more debating a decision as well as the pros and cons that accompanied it )

who: Eliot Waugh and Richie Tozier.
what: Drinking and being sad probably.
where: The cottage.
when: October 11. Evening.
rating: Mostly just two dudes being sad. References to suicide and character death.
status: In progress.

( magic might be bullshit and pain and suffering, but at least you didn't need to fish for a lighter )

What the hell is this place supposed to be? If I wanted a sandscrub and a sauna, I'd have hopped a flight to Glen Ivy for a seaweed wrap and massage from someone named Ramon or Paul whose biceps are bigger than his head, not ended up in Hell Desert, Bumfuck Nowhere.

Who else is here and where's the door back and what the fuck happened?

who: Eliot Waugh and Quentin Coldwater.
what: Morning after.
where: The Cottage.
when: The morning after this. Backdated because I'm a failure.
warnings: Implied sexual content. Maybe more later.
status: In progress.

( he wanted nothing more than to hold on to this moment for as long as possible before life inevitably fucked it up )

I think I'm starting to like this place.

It's strange, but it's better than things were back home. Or the way that they were going to be.

There are some really nice things about this town, in any case.

brakebills group.

I wish Kady and Josh were here. And Alice. I know she did some awful things, but I'd feel better knowing she was okay.

caleb.

How are you doing?

You know you can come visit any time.

Well. This seems about par for the course. Fucked from several different directions and then tossed into a nowhere place. Should I even ask?

Right. This might as well happen.

Where do I get a drink?