An angel is waiting outside your lab. \n\n"Oh, hello there...Erika." The angel shimmers and shrieks and hands you a cake box. Inside is a cake with the words "Congratulations On Not Dying!" written on it. Old Woman Josie was so thoughtful. \n\nYou are going to eat this cake and not share with anyone. God, you love cake. \n\nYou scream your thanks to the angel and head inside. \n\n\n[[Do Science.]] [[Eat That Cake.]]

You had fully intended to check your email, but you decide to play solitare for a couple hours. When you finally check you inbox, it is full of links to cat videos. Cecil sure loves cat videos. Aside from the videos from Cecil, there's a newsletter from the boy scouts (You aren't sure how they got your email address), and coupons for Big Rico's. \n\nYou return to your game of solitare.\n\nYou are really bad at solitare. And chess.\n\nMaybe you should just meet Cecil early. It's fun to watch him work, he gets so into it. \n\n[[Go to the Radio Station.]]

You snuggle under your covers and close your eyes. \n\nSome time later, you jolt awake. \n\nYOU HAVE IMPORTANT SCIENCE THINGS TO DO.\n\n[[Get out of bed.]]

You eat cake with a vengeance. It is the best cake ever. \n\nYou are...full of cake and regret. \n\nYou did dumb things in the name of baked goods. \n\nYou fall spend the rest of the day sleeping and not doing science and definitely not doing Cecil either. Look at your life, look at your choices. \n\n

Your decision to walk has nothing to do with the fact that your car is a total disaster and is more likely to implode than to get you where you need to go. \n\nYou cross to the other side of the street when you reach the bowling alley. You really don't like the bowling alley. You feel a twinge of guilt as you pass the barber shop. You should probably go out to the desert and find Telly. Cecil could be a bit over-dramatic sometimes. \n\nBig Rico is out sweeping the sidewalk and you wave to him as you unlock the door to your lab. \n\nTime for some serious science. \n\n[[Examine Blood Samples.]] [[Check Email.]]

Cecil is waiting for you outside. He's wearing those furry pants of his again, and looking uncomfortably warm. At least he remembered to wear pants today. Cecil rocks back and forth on his heels, hands behind his back. You know he's just waiting to run his hands through your hair. \n\n"Go ahead, Cecil." He jumps you and you let him do his thing. When he's done, you take his hand. "What do you want for lunch?"\n\nCecil's face becomes comically serious as he considers your question. "Well, there's Arby's...Subway..." At the mention of Subway you shiver a bit. You only got out of there by setting the manager on fire. It didn't even slow the guy down, just distracted him. Whenever you pass the Subway, the manager glares at you, face pressed against the glass. \n\n"Not Subway." Cecil nods agreeably. "Let's get Arby's. At least you don't have to promise your first born for curly fries there."\n\nYou eat lunch. Cecil is adorably dorky and you are (In your head, at least,) incredibly suave. You walk Cecil back to the radio station and get back to work.\n\n

NO. NOT SCIENCE. CAKE FIRST. CAKE ALWAYS COMES FIRST.\n\n[[Eat That Cake.]]

Holy shit do you love science. You park your car and get a few supplies out of the trunk: a notebook, a blowtorch, and a ruler. You climb over the fence. \n\nThere are no dogs in the dog park. There are, however, scorch marks on the grass and the smell of sulfur fills the air. There are no hooded figures to be seen. You happily measure some scorch marks and scribble things in your notebook. Science is the best thing ever. \n\nYou look about for more things to measure and document eagerly.\n\n[[Check out Dog Statue.]] [[Walk into Mysterious Fog.]]

You are going to drive, to hell with global warming. Your car starts after much swearing and hitting of the steering wheel. There aren't many people out at the moment, probably due\nto the helipcopters or something. Cecil had explained it but you hadn't really been listening. You had been too busy looking for the right moment to kiss him. You are very good at science but aren't so good at social conventions.\n\nYou come to a fork in a road. \n\n[[Go Straight to Work.]] [[Get Distracted and Take the Scenic Route.]]\n\n

Your name is Carlos and you are a scientist. You have been living in strange town called Night Vale for the last year. You are dating the even stranger radio host, Cecil.\n\nYou wake up to the sound of Cecil's voice on the radio. You don't listen to a word he says, because you're still sleepy and really don't want to wake up. You're not exactly a morning person. \n\nWhat do you do?\n\n[[Try to go back to sleep.]] [[Get out of bed.]]

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You get a little caught up in thinking about Cecil. Even now, Cecil's voice can be heard on the car radio, his voice disntant and grainy. Your pleasant thoughts are interupted when you nearly run over a gaggle of jaywalking hooded figures. One of them makes a rude gesture and then joins its fellows. You really need to investigate that dog park some day. For science.\n\nIn fact, why not check it out right now? You often did dumb things in the name of science. \n\n[[Go to Dog Park.]] \n\n\n

This couldn't possibly end badly. \n\nThe fog makes moisture bead on your glasses, and soon you can't see a thing. You can hear, though. You can hear whispers and polka music. Polka music has never been more ominous. \n\nSomething tugs at your hair. \n\nMiles away, Cecil feels a shiver go down his spine. Someone else is running their hands through his boyfriend's perfect, silky hair. A single tear rolls down Cecil's cheek.\n\nYou grip your ruler tightly, ready to defend yourself. A figure emerges from the gray mist. A hooded figure. You drop your ruler and equip your blowtorch. \n\n"WHAT PRODUCTS DO YOU USE ON YOUR HAIR?" A thousand tortured voices joined as one ask. You let go of your blowtorch, too. \n\n"I-uh...don't do anything with it."\n\nThe hooded figure moans. "IT'S JUST NOT FAAAAAiiirrrr...." It claws at the air and retreats back into the fog. \n\nBy the time you find you find your way back to your car, it's dark out. You have missed your lunch date with Cecil.\n\nA single tear rolls down your cheek.\n\n

You crawl out of bed and shuffle over to the closet. You...have a lot of lab coats. And plaid shirts. Cecil thinks the plaid shirts are adorable, but you like to think they make you look rugged. Like a lumberjack or something. \n\nYou get dressed and then gulp down some burning-hot coffee and cold pizza leftover from last night. You have a lot of work to do if you want to be able to meet Cecil for lunch. \n\nHow are you going to work today?\n\n[[Drive.]] [[Walk.]]

You aren't a big fan of blood, but you are a BIG fan of science. You slide a sample under the microscope and check it out. It's a little hard to see because of your thick glasses. You would be a total nerd if not for your plaid shirts. Those make you super cool. \n\nThe blood rearranges itself to spell "Vote for Hiram McDaniels".\n\nYou aren't a big fan of politics, either. \n\nYou check your watch. Almost time for lunch with Cecil. By the time you walk over there, Cecil should be ready. \n\n[[Go to the Radio Station.]]

The statue depicts a dog in a top hat. It is entitled "Sir Pudge the Pug: The Greatest Dog Ever". You wonder what happened to Sir Pudge the Pug as you sketch the statue in your notebook. You wish you were a better artist. Your drawing is a crude blob and fails to capture the magnificence of Sir Pudge the Pug. \n\nMaybe you should take one of Old Woman Josie's art classes. Start small, take the finger-painting with blood and other bodily fluids class and then maybe the making golems class. That would be neat. \n\nAn alarm on your phone goes off. You pull out your phone and realize it's almost time for lunch with Cecil. The only thing you dig more than science is Cecil. There is no way you're missing a lunch date with your boyfriend. \n\nYou turn your back on Sir Pudge the Pug and run towards the fence, heedless of the hooded figures that are in pursuit. You vault the fence and give the figures a rude gesture of your own. \n\n[[Go to the Radio Station.]]