Welcome to Night Vale: In Character

who: Laurel Lance and Leonard Snart.
what: A bar fight with a Lance sister. The usual for Len.
where: A Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun complex.
when: Evening.
rating: PG-13.
status: In progress.

( Next time a woman tells you no, you might want to listen. )

As weird as this place is, I'm sort of starting to like it here. So far, we can't leave, so we have to adapt. And there are far worse places we could find ourselves. Like that Nazi world

I even have a job now. Apparently the Night Vale Daily Journal needed some reporters and I have experience. The place is an absolute disaster, and apparently the editor occasionally tries to take out her competitors with hatchets, but I just see that as a challenge.

Oh! Leonard. Thank you so much for the belated wedding present. I would tell you that you shouldn't have broken into our apartment to deliver it, but you wouldn't exactly be you if you did things the normal way.

All right. This is clearly something we need here.

My name is Laurel, and I'm setting up a support group for people who have shown up here having died in their own realities. I know that it can be pretty traumatic and it would probably help to have other people who understand the position that you're in. This is weird and unsettling for all of us, but maybe it can help.

We'll get together at the Moonlight All Night Diner on Wednesdays, unless that ends up being too small a space, in which case we'll work something else out.

len.

It's not exactly a club, but it's something.

So this is dying.

Gotta admit, this isn't what I expected. No pearly gates, no granddad. I guess it could be worse.

A little warm for my taste but better than being dead.