Welcome to Night Vale - 61 - BRINY DEPTHS

Episode Date: February 1, 2015

A vague yet menacing government agency needs a special message delivered. Plus, Cooking Stuff with Earl Harlan, a mysterious thank-you card, and strange goings on near the haunted baseball diamond. The voice of Earl Harlan was Wil Wheaton. Weather: "The Bends" by Doomtree (doomtree.net) Music: Disparition, disparition.info Logo: Rob Wilson, robwilsonwork.com Produced by Night Vale Presents. Written by Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor. Narrated by Cecil Baldwin. More Info: welcometonightvale.com, and follow @NightValeRadio on Twitter or Facebook. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Howdy y'all. It is Jeffrey Craneer. I'm not sure which episode of Welcome to Nightville you're listening to, but I am speaking to you from April of 2026. And I'm here to tell you we're going to be in Europe. If you want to see Nightville live and you're going to be in Europe, come check us out at the end of May. We're going to be in Edinburgh on May the 27th. We will be in Manchester on the 28th, London on the 29th, and Amsterdam on May the 30th. Just go to Welcome to Nightville.com slash live to see the show dates and to get your tickets. This is. our newest Nightville live show Murder Night in Blood Forest. It is so much fun. Please come check it out. Also, coming up this month here in April, it is the return of Alice Isn't Dead, brand new episodes of our other crazy hit podcast. This is written by Joseph Fink, produced and with music by Dysperition and starring Jacique and Nicole. So make sure you are still subscribed to Alice Isn't Dead and go get those on April the 13th as new episodes come out. Finally, speaking of other shows, do you want to hear us talk about other things? things. We have three other really great chat shows. First of all, there's Good Morning Nightvail for all of your Nightvale needs. You can hear Hal, Meg, and Symphony talk about every single

episode in order of Welcome to Nightvale. Also, we have Random Horror Number 9. That is me and Nightville star Cecil Baldwin talking about horror movies one at a time in a random order. And then Joseph and Meg do best, worst, which is a really fun podcast where they look at hit TV shows and they review the best rated on IMDB, the worst rated on IMDB, and if you're a Patreon member, they will review the middleest rated on IMDB. So check out all of those at nightfallpresents.com or just wherever you get your podcast. And hey, thanks. There's nothing under your bed, nothing in your closet, nothing waiting in the hall. You are surrounded by nothing. You cannot escape it. Welcome to Night Vale. I have received several urgent Facebook messages and

Twitter DMs from a vague yet menacing government agency asking me to deliver the following message. Riney depths. They said that there was nothing secret or important about the message and it was certainly not related to any ongoing deep undercover operations that they can only communicate with using code words suddenly buried in local radio broadcasts. It wasn't anything crazy like that. They just think it would be cool to hear me say, briny depths. Do your deepest, smoothest voice, they said.

Really sell it. Really give it your all. It would make us so happy. Please, it's our birthday. Oh, did we not mention it's totally our birthday. All right, in your best voice, say it. Briny depths. Well, there you go, vague at menacing government agency.

Happy birthday. The faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home, and Hiram McDaniels, who is literally a five-headed dragon, both former candidates for the mayoral role now filled by Dana Cardinal, were seen muttering together in a booth at the moonlight all-night diner. Or Hyrum was seen. No one has ever actually seen the faceless old woman, but we all know that she is there. When reached for comment, by a nosy person sitting in the booth next to them, Hiram explained that they were just chatting and were not involved in any sort of plans or schemes at all. He then held a conversation with himself about this matter, each head providing a different viewpoint in five different voices,

the gist of which was that no, they were not planning anything. Definitely not. The faceless old woman scratched with what seemed to be a long, jagged fingernail into the soul of my shoe this morning. That's ludicrous. She suggested, with a flickering shadow in the corner of my eye as I walked to work, we would never. She whispered from behind me just now. Moving on, another installment of what I imagine is our listeners' favorite segment,

Cooking Stuff with Earl Harlan. As the name applies, we have my childhood friend, and current sous chef at Nightvale's hottest restaurant, Ternicott, with us here in the studio. Earl? That's me, yes. Well, Earl, just a few months ago, you showed us how to cook Tiramisu, and that was delightful.

Oh, please don't cook that recipe. It is extraordinarily poisonous. Oh, Earl, you're very funny. It will kill you, Cecil. It is actually poisonous. Don't cook that. So tell our listeners, and me, of course, what you've been up to since we last spoke. Well, mostly, I've been working, mostly living.

I've been spending time with my son. Trying to remember when I had a son. I've been trying to understand the flow of my life and how I don't remember going from being 19 to the middle-aged adult I am now. I was 19 for so long. Well, sure. That sounds like fun. I'll tell you, lately I've been getting into crosswords.

Just can't stop doing them. Doesn't even feel like it's me doing them. Like it's someone else compelling me to do them. Sometimes I pick up a crossword I've never seen before, only to find it's been completely filled in with my own handwriting. Well, I'm glad we've both been up to such fun things. Cecil, think. What year were you born?

So, what are we cooking up today, Earl? Oh, okay. Well, today we are making pulled pork. Ooh, that sounds yummy. It is. And pulled pork could not be simpler to make. To start off with, you will need to kill a pig.

You will need to find a living pig and kill that pig. You will probably need to hold down the pig. The pig will struggle. There will be blood and pain. Some of that pain will be physical. The pig will want to live, but you will need to make it die. That pig will need to die. Sure.

then you will need to dismember the pig. The pig will be a whole being, but you will not be able to eat it like that. So you will need to take it apart. There will be knives and hacking. The skin will have to go. Peel back that skin and take the muscles in subcutaneous fat, which is the part you will consume.

Leave the bones and skin behind to run. rot. Mmm. Then, you slow cook it with some vinegar, some sugar, and some chili. Put it on a bun, and there you go. Pulled pork. Oh, I just can't wait to try that. It seems so easy.

I'll just use one of the pigs I have at home. I'm sorry if I seem down at all cecil. I've been going through a lot. Oh, well, I understand. This has been a difficult time for me, too. Carlos is away and we talk regularly, but it's not the same as the physical presence of someone you love, you know? I know. I know. But that's what we do when we have someone special enough to merit special effort.

I'm proud of you for working through this. And I'm proud of you for dealing with how weird time is. Oh, and for raising a son. Somehow. Now, what is your son's name? I, I wish I knew. Well, it's been great catching up. We'll see you again soon, Earl.

I received another flurry of messages from a vague yet menacing government agency, saying that, well, thanks for saying those words for us. That was great of you. but it looks like maybe it didn't work. What didn't work? They rhetorically asked. Not important. They replied to themselves.

As we said, that was certainly not a code word for an undercover agent who apparently wasn't listening to the radio when they were supposed to be, which is, by the way, their only job and their duty and their life's job. mission to be listening to instructions from headquarters, so no biggie. But maybe, just do something as simple as listen to the radio at the time we tell you to. Anyway, none of that is important, the agency continued, and there is no particular reason we're asking you, but could you say briny depths again? It's for a friend's bird. It's also our friend's birthday. We forgot to mention that. Please say it again. So, okay, here goes.

Briny Depths. Happy birthday to your friend. I hope you enjoyed that, but I really can't keep interrupting my broadcast with this stuff. Little League coach Betty Lucero is reporting that there are strange goings-on. Near the haunted baseball diamond, her team uses for practices and league games. No, no, no, no, I know it's haunted, she said. I get that. You don't have to explain that to me. I'm saying that there is other weird stuff going on beside the usual ghosts.

She went on to describe anguished howls coming from a neighborhood nearby, and a red glow at night that made her skin feel loose and itchy when she looked directly at it. She also said that the baseball diamond has started to smell of rotten eggs, which is a detriment to her team's performance. As we spoke, an apparition of a gray-skinned young woman in a tattered dress appeared hovering on the baseline between second and third. I may have yelped a little, maybe scrambled backwards a bit, but Coach Lucero laughed and said, oh, that's just Lucia, our third-base She died in 1843. Say hi, Lucia. The young woman flickered out of view.

Then reappeared suddenly inches from my face, her pupil-less eyes staring directly into mine. I responded in a professional and calm manner. And Coach Lucero laughed for unrelated reasons. not anything to do with how I may have reacted, and said, that's our Lucia. She then went on to say that she had a bad feeling about the weird goings-on near the baseball field. And she probably said some other things, but I was running away,

so I didn't hear her super well. Oh, listeners, this is. exciting. I received mail today. I didn't think mail was still being delivered, not after what happened at the post office, but here it is. An envelope addressed to one Cecil Palmer in neat handwriting with the address of the station right underneath. If you want to send us any mail, since apparently that is a thing which exists, and and is working now, our address is, Nightvale,

Please do send stuff in. It's always nice to hear from fans. But back to this envelope. Maybe this is silly, but I waited to open it until I was on the air. It seemed more fun if we could find out together what was inside. I'm opening it now. and here we go.

It's, oh, huh, it's a greeting card. It says, thanks so much on the front, and it has a picture of a cat playing with a ball of yarn. Well, that's just the cutest. Although, I can't imagine why someone sent me this card.

I'm opening it. Oh, oh. Oh, a photo fellow. out. Oh, dang it. It fell behind the desk. Um, the inside of the card just has the words, thank you for what you did, printed, and then it signed Erica over and over in multiple handwritings. Huh, let me, let me try to grab that photo. Um, I'm going to have to crawl under the desk. While I do that, here's a word from our sponsors. Today's broadcast is sponsored by Kobe Beef.

The beef that makes you fresh. All right, listeners, I got the photo, and it's a photo of me. At City Hall, I'm fighting off a pack of antiques in front of the mayor's door, but that wasn't me? intern Hector did that last month he came back with that bite I don't remember ever leaving my desk when the antiques attacked our mayor what is this photo

it must be fake it doesn't look fake no it must be fake right why would I not remember saving the mayor more on this later as I face my fragile self and try to understand my own reality. Okay now, this is getting out of hand. The vague at-menacing government agency sent me a Snapchat and several anonymous asks on Tumblr

saying that they were happy about me doing that whole broadcasting their secret code word thing before, but that the message didn't seem to be getting through. Or it's not a message that was poor phrasing on their part, sorry they're just flustered talking to their favorite radio host. Aw! They meant to say that they haven't had the best birthday ever yet, and neither has their friend. Plus, they forgot to mention millions and millions and millions

of people have the same birthday as them, think of how many people have their birthday today, and all of them, the agency is sure, just want you to say that little thing again. Just once more, in your smoothest, deepest voice. They say that they've made it, so our station is currently broadcasting on every single radio frequency, so no one could possibly miss these special birthday greetings, and it will finally be the best birthday ever. This is the last time, okay? I'm doing it just once more.

Here I go, and really try to enjoy this because I am not doing it again. Briney. depths. They're shouting coming from the break room. It sounds like a scuffle and there's there's also shouting coming from outside, a lot of shouting, of roar of voices, the stomping feet of a crowd. These birthday greetings were apparently very special. I need to go see what this commotion is about. I'll be back soon. In the meantime, those with birthdays, and those who were never born, I take you to the weather. They'll come with questions

Answer what you can Everybody knows the new oracles at hand Oh The problem ain't another way And I watch so amazed And flow through every day Hoping I don't flow away That I don't flow away

Cold World no blanket Dark night's no Batman What I keep a nail in the hand And a hammer on the nightstand Locked in no B plan Keep them out shut let them stay lost Radio up, radio off Either no guts or it's so what

Rather read up Than trust my neck to the blood's up Full moon, handful of silver bullets High noon all day with these assholes How soon is too soon to pull it When I doubt they count their past is at all So flobby took a bullet in the wax wing So high but didn't get the chance to melt

So tight how when he came down Didn't even look scared Just eased on back into the fell The woods are deep Fucking A them woods are deep I was drinking that cheap shit And really solely to hold my feet Because these days I've been ticking at heavy so lightly that I might float away completely in my psyche.

I'm the natural man in a Black Friday stampede. LED murder spree for cheap. And the video screen, World Star, or Z. I'm feeling dirty, but feeling so good, I just smile at the thieves, fold up and knelt and the breeze, because I got a few miles to go before I concede. A-ro, air go silence the authors. High-Wy Walkers, child actors, ain't buying video for the figure for the honor art. We had a time you with a lion little fucker.

taught line from the doctor to the auspice. And I'm reading like a war shack, hiding lines in my pets in my amalgory and a smirk when my eyes won't take you. My moves through that work of nonverbal creak. Clive slide, slip, test glide, connect like, catch a wreck like R-E-S-P, I a-Hia from the west side. Now it's chops with the beans and-

I'll tell you that was quite a scene. I will tell you right now. It seems that briny depths was in fact a code word, which they had warned me about that, for an undercover agent in the field. Unfortunately, it seems that it was the code word for every secret agent in the field, the signal for all of them to do every nefarious action that they had been planted years ago to perform. All over town, people we thought of as friends and family revealed themselves to be carefully planted agents. Adam Baer, weekday shift manager at the Ralph's, grabbed the discount soup display and carried it to an unmarked van that had been sitting in the parking lot, as long as anyone could remember, and then drove wildly away.

Hundreds of bushes and trees leapt into action, revealing themselves to be suit and sunglasses-wearing agents in disguise, using clever costumes that fooled all of us for years, such as holding a handwritten sign that says, I am a tree. Larry Leroy, out on the edge of town, lit his refrigerator on fire. But he said that wasn't because of any secret agent stuff. He just wanted to do that. Someone had suggested it to him once, although he could not remember who. In fact, it seems that every single person in Nightvale was actually a secret agent waiting to be activated.

We had all been implanted with the exact same code phrase, which is the kind of sloppy organization that is just what our... government is coming to, or whatever, and such. You know, honestly, my heart isn't in this reporting. Blah, blah, everyone we've ever known is secretly an agent. But here I am, listeners, secretly a hero. secret even from myself. It was not Hector who saved Dana,

but me. Me acting without memory or agency. What is happening to me? How do I not remember something so huge? I need to talk to Carlos. Perhaps science can help me. Science so rarely applies to the real world, but once in a while it provides a nice metaphor or turn of phrase

that makes you think about real things differently. I'm hoping Carlos can do that for me. Now that everyone has been activated as a secret agent and did the one thing they were secretly supposed to do for years, everyone has just gone right back to doing what they had been doing before. Everything is back to normal, except that we all know we are all secretly undercover planted agents here to spy on each other, and since we all know it, we are no longer secret agents. We are just ourselves, secretly.

Listen, I know it's confusing. But I didn't invent logic. Our extraterrestrial ancestors did. Stay tuned next. For all the air being sucked out of the room you're in, we're sorry, we're so sorry, but this is the only way. Good night.

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