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[The voice post begins with Cecil sounding quite...uncertain, even frightened] H-Hello? Night Vale? I certainly hope you can hear me.

I hope...someone, anyone, can hear me.

I seem to have fallen through some kind of interdimensional portal into a strange underwater city. I'm currently wet, which is quite irritating since my captors don't appear to have brought along my emergency disaster suitcase, or even a single change of clothing. But... I don't appear to be in any pain, or any obvious danger, actually. [His voice is slowly becoming stronger, and actually sounds quite normal at this point, sonorous, and calm]

I have arrived in a plaza at what I surmise to be the approximate centre of town. According to the literature the natives have provided to me, the coral at the centre of the plaza is named Lamufo, and is the dark god of this strange place.

The natives all appear to be extremely pleasant. At this point, I can only assume that this is meant to lull me into a false sense of security, before they devour me or sacrifice me to their deity. I certainly hope that I can find a way home before they do so.

If this message reaches you, Night Vale, please accept my apology. It seems that you may be deprived of my show for some time. Perhaps even...forever.

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That's very kind of you to offer. Gosh, what a congenial little town you have here. I'm Cecil, by the way, and you are...?

My name is Sufferer, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Cecil. Are you in the Plaza?

Sufferer. Sorry if I seem a bit insensitive, but that's an odd name. Where does it come from?

I'm in the Plaza, though I won't be here long. I'm told that clothing is free, so I think it's shopping time!

[There's just the slightest hesitation before Sufferer answers.]

My people name themselves after important events in their lives, or facets of their personalities. I'm called Sufferer because of how I died.

If you're going shopping, you'd probably be gone by the time I got there with a towel. But yes, everything is free. All you have to do is show the shopkeepers the mark you got somewhere on your body when you arrived here.

I see...I imagine that's probably not a pleasant memory, then. Still, nice that you even can your own death, right? Not many can say that.

Mark? Er...

I suppose.

[Oh good, a change in topic, let's talk about the marks instead.]

You should have a new mark somewhere on your body. It looks roughly like a starfish. You can show that to the locals here to get whatever you need... clothing, food, and even a place to stay.

...Huh. Just a moment, there's a Goby's over here - is that like Arby's? - I think it'll have a public washroom either way.

Stand by.

[There's a rather long space of time of several minutes, and then--]

Fascinating. I searched my entire body without success, and then chanced to glance in a mirror. It's right there! I guess it'll be easy to show off to the locals.

[Sufferer waits patiently until Cecil comes back.]

Well, that makes things easier, doesn't it?

No kidding! I almost didn't notice it at all.

You... didn't notice right away?

[The marks are kind of distinctive!]

Not really! [Cheerful, and not really planning on going into detail]

Thanks for the help, Sufferer. It's nice to know there are caring, good Samaritans here, when I'm so far from home.

[He doesn't know what a Samaritan is, much less what a Good Samaritan is, but he can recognize a compliment when he hears one.]

You're welcome! If you need any further help, just let me know, all right?

You'll be the first to know! And please, if there's anything I can do to repay your generosity, drop me a line.

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