Welcome to Night Vale: In Character

The upside to having come through a portal with nothing but the clothes on your back is the fact that when you find a place to live the hassle of moving is pretty much non-existent.

I'm sure Eddie, Richie and their apparent small horde of children will be glad to see the back of me.

I'm really not a fan of vacation. Especially a forced vacation.

Send me back to Starling City. Now.

I miss home.

I can't believe I actually miss that place. I mean, the people I definitely miss but the city itself? I don't know. I think I need to get out more.

who: Laurel Lance and Diego Hargreeves.
what: Sparring. Definitely not flirting.
where: The Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex.
when: After this.
rating: PG-13.
status: In progress.

( she definitely understood what it was like to want to blow off a little steam )

Fuck this shit. I need a god damn drink or a good fight

Anyone sees a mouthy little kid in a school uniform, deck him for me.

If someone's misplaced a god of thunder recently, could you please come pick him up from where he crashed into my apartment?

Sometime around midnightish, the wind picks up. The air starts to carry the strong smell of a storm and even in a desert, the skies feel heavy, like they might rain at any moment.

Several crackling, bright flashes of lightning hit the ground and more flickers through the air, sound of thunder crashing through with them.

And then there's a much more literal crash as someone really, really heavy falls out of the sky and through Laurel Lance's apartment's roof. Her coffee table is smashed by an axe. Her TV is smushed by a god. It would have been more polite to knock probably.

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. )

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.