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Prompt Response: Time to Spare (Night Vale for pocketwitch)
Story title: Time to Spare
Author: Amedia
Rating: G
Characters: Cecil, Old Woman Josie
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Commonplace Books. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Cecil is bored. Josie isn't.
Word Count: 500
Author's note: Prompt response ficlet.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pocketwitch requested Welcome to Night Vale with the prompt, "Cecil and Old Woman Josie on one of their bowling nights."
"Your game is a little off tonight, Cecil," said Old Woman Josie as Cecil returned from the floor. "You're not going to let Steve Carlsberg beat us, are you?"
The jibe didn't perk Cecil up the way she hoped it would. "I don't know, Josie," he sighed, slouching into his yellow plastic chair and watching Intern Vladimir choose a ball. "Does it really matter? Does anything matter? I just feel like nothing ever happens around here. Like nothing ever will."
"Just for the record," she said, "I think you're wrong."
"Really?"
"Definitely. There are things going on all the time right under our noses that we don't even suspect. Like that stuff they call dark matter, or intangible earthquakes."
Intern Vladimir returned to his seat and Intern Morticia got up to take her turn. Josie continued. "I thought I saw angels near my house today. If I see them again tomorrow, I'm going to invite them in."
"Well, that's something," Cecil allowed, dubious.
"And I went by some construction signs on the way to the Ralph's. Looks like the City Council might finally be responding to all those dog owners who want a park."
"Stop me before I thrill again." Cecil yawned.
"And I heard another university is sending a scientific team here. Never hurts to have new blood."
Cecil perked up a little. "You might be on to something there. Maybe this time I'll win the betting pool on how long it takes them to pack up and leave."
Josie grinned. "Remember that one team that didn't even pack up?"
Cecil couldn't help but return her smile. "I remember them. They just broke and ran for it! I don't even know what set them off. It was a perfectly normal day."
Josie nodded. "Hardly any black helicopters in the sky. Cecil, you didn't show them your spider collection, did you?"
Cecil sat up straighter and put on an innocent look. "Me, Josie? What kind of citizen do you take me for?" He looked away and added, "Besides, none of them got out of the cages."
Josie eyed him suspiciously. "Hm. Well, anyway, there's something in the wind. I can feel it. Oh, hi, Teddy!"
The owner of the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex had stopped by. "How are you folks doing tonight?" he asked.
"Cecil's plagued by anomie," said Josie. "Other than that, we're doing pretty well."
"Is the pin retrieval system causing you any trouble?" asked Teddy.
"No," said Josie. "Why?"
"The folks in number five were complaining that theirs isn't working, so I moved them over to number six. Just wanted to make sure it was a self-contained problem. I'll take a closer look at it tomorrow."
Teddy moved on, and Josie got up to take her turn. Cecil stood up with her. "Mark my words, young man," she said, looking up at him. "Things are about to change around here." She stepped forward and selected her ball.
Then she rolled a perfect strike.
Author: Amedia
Rating: G
Characters: Cecil, Old Woman Josie
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Commonplace Books. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Cecil is bored. Josie isn't.
Word Count: 500
Author's note: Prompt response ficlet.
pocketwitch requested Welcome to Night Vale with the prompt, "Cecil and Old Woman Josie on one of their bowling nights.""Your game is a little off tonight, Cecil," said Old Woman Josie as Cecil returned from the floor. "You're not going to let Steve Carlsberg beat us, are you?"
The jibe didn't perk Cecil up the way she hoped it would. "I don't know, Josie," he sighed, slouching into his yellow plastic chair and watching Intern Vladimir choose a ball. "Does it really matter? Does anything matter? I just feel like nothing ever happens around here. Like nothing ever will."
"Just for the record," she said, "I think you're wrong."
"Really?"
"Definitely. There are things going on all the time right under our noses that we don't even suspect. Like that stuff they call dark matter, or intangible earthquakes."
Intern Vladimir returned to his seat and Intern Morticia got up to take her turn. Josie continued. "I thought I saw angels near my house today. If I see them again tomorrow, I'm going to invite them in."
"Well, that's something," Cecil allowed, dubious.
"And I went by some construction signs on the way to the Ralph's. Looks like the City Council might finally be responding to all those dog owners who want a park."
"Stop me before I thrill again." Cecil yawned.
"And I heard another university is sending a scientific team here. Never hurts to have new blood."
Cecil perked up a little. "You might be on to something there. Maybe this time I'll win the betting pool on how long it takes them to pack up and leave."
Josie grinned. "Remember that one team that didn't even pack up?"
Cecil couldn't help but return her smile. "I remember them. They just broke and ran for it! I don't even know what set them off. It was a perfectly normal day."
Josie nodded. "Hardly any black helicopters in the sky. Cecil, you didn't show them your spider collection, did you?"
Cecil sat up straighter and put on an innocent look. "Me, Josie? What kind of citizen do you take me for?" He looked away and added, "Besides, none of them got out of the cages."
Josie eyed him suspiciously. "Hm. Well, anyway, there's something in the wind. I can feel it. Oh, hi, Teddy!"
The owner of the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex had stopped by. "How are you folks doing tonight?" he asked.
"Cecil's plagued by anomie," said Josie. "Other than that, we're doing pretty well."
"Is the pin retrieval system causing you any trouble?" asked Teddy.
"No," said Josie. "Why?"
"The folks in number five were complaining that theirs isn't working, so I moved them over to number six. Just wanted to make sure it was a self-contained problem. I'll take a closer look at it tomorrow."
Teddy moved on, and Josie got up to take her turn. Cecil stood up with her. "Mark my words, young man," she said, looking up at him. "Things are about to change around here." She stepped forward and selected her ball.
Then she rolled a perfect strike.
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Aaaaawwwww, the Carlos foreshadowing. <3
And of *course* Old Woman Josie would be an excellent bowler. And even if Cecil weren't, she wouldn't mind, because she'd love his company. She might have to give him hell about it once in a while, though.
This is adorable. You should totally start posting these on AO3 if you haven't already. (Speaking of, it only just occurred to me to subscribe to you over there. Done!)
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You should totally start posting these on AO3 if you haven't already.
Yup! This is only the second WTNV thing I've written, but I must say, it's fun to post in a fandom/venue where lots of people are active. It's been a while!