[Voice]

[goodnightsweetlisteners]

[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.

Comments

[zipperlips]

[These interpretations are sure to go wrong, he's almost certain. First things first, though, he brushes aside his hair so that his (perfectly normal) ears are visible, and shakes his head. His ears are just fine. It's just his mouth that doesn't work, as he demonstrates by smiling and tracing along the stitches.]

[goodnightsweetlisteners]

Ah, what adorable ears you have. As for your mouth, I sure hope you did that to yourself.

[zipperlips]

[He nods patiently, but at least refrains from rolling his eyes. Cecil's reactions is one of the calmest he's ever gotten for that, it's refreshing after people freaking out and trying to go find a pair of scissors.]

[goodnightsweetlisteners]

Oh good. I thought it might be part of this city's penalty system for, say, late library books. I guess it's simply to prevent you from speaking terrible truths too horrible for human ears - or forbidden. Thank you for refraining from driving us all insane with the sound of your voice, if that is in fact the reason.

[zipperlips]

[Oh, so close! If it wasn't for the "driving insane" bit, he'd suspect Cecil of having powers similar to a Serket's. As it is, he's edgy, but hides it behind a little mock bow. Then frowns and gestures toward his horns, and his eyes, with their yellow sclera. Human ears aren't the only ears present, you know.]

[goodnightsweetlisteners]

[He makes a startled sound] Oh! How thoughtless of me. I'm really sorry, sir. Human or demonic ears, is what I should say. Or...whatever you are? I'm sorry, I don't know the name of your species, or I'd be more specific.

[zipperlips]

[Answering that might be a little tricky. Kurloz ponders for a moment, then points up, makes a little "talk, talk, talk" gesture with a hand. Hopefully that's enough to explain that he's the same as the other trolls that responded.]

[goodnightsweetlisteners]

[Okay, that does take a bit of work] Up? Uh... you're talking about things that are up? Angels?

-- No wait! Aliens? Are you talking about aliens? One finger for angels, two for aliens.

[zipperlips]

[He, reluctantly, holds up two fingers, but follows it up with a shake of his head, holding up his fingers very close together to indicate that it wasn't a far off guess. Technically he is from a different planet, so it's a good enough working definition if they can't figure this out.]

[goodnightsweetlisteners]

Ah, aliens, aliens... al-ee-ans... Oh! Are you a troll, then? Like Karkat, you know, the leader of the trolls? And are you saying that Sufferer, the one with the unfortunate fate, is also a troll?

[zipperlips]

[ Nod, nod, nod. He doesn't particularly care if Karkat is declared leader or not, because he's not going to follow him officially or unofficially. He's a clown, he does what he wants.]

[goodnightsweetlisteners]

Ah! So many of you nice trolls are welcoming me to Vatheon. You must be a pretty important minority here.

[zipperlips]

[More nodding. They're certainly a big minority, but important sounds good as well.]