Welcome to Night Vale - 71 - The Registry of Middle School Crushes

Episode Date: August 1, 2015

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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

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And then I offer to help it up. And when the light fantastic is halfway up, I let go and it falls again. Me and the Light Fantastic do not get along at all. Welcome to Nightvale. To start us off, a follow-up on a recent story. Local Neerduel and five-headed dragon, Hiram McDaniels will be brought to trial for his attempts to assassinate Mayor Cardinal and take over Nightvale City Government.

This trial is already being referred to as the trial of the century, and indeed could be referred to as the trial of all time, because Nightvale has never had a trial before. Judicial matters are usually handled directly by the secret police, whose judgment is above question, even when it's really bad and obviously wrong, or in some extreme cases handled by the city council itself, who might be relegate the wrongdoer to detention in the abandoned mine shaft outside of town, or might just eat the wrongdoer. It depends on whether the city council has had a heavy lunch. But Hiram McDaniels is huge and a dragon. So the city council and the secret police are both declining to get too close to him.

As a result, for the first time ever, we will have a fair and a fair and a open trial here in Nightvale in front of a jury of Hiram's peers. Speaking of which, Nightvale invites any dragons to come down to the courthouse to serve as his peers. Failing that, any multi-headed beings are welcome. Although I can't immediately think of any of those, except obviously Deer, and Deer can't take part in juries because of their profound belief in egalitarian anarchism. Pamela Winchell, former Knightvale Mayor and current director of emergency press conferences, will serve as the prosecuting attorney, and Hiram's gold head will be acting in his own defense,

as well as the defense of the other three heads accused. His fifth head, the violet one, who had secretly been working to stop the other heads, is not charged, and is expected to take the witness stand against his same-bodied brethren. Updates on this exciting legal story will continue, as we all try to figure out what law means outside of the context of the despotic control of shadowy government forces. And now, listeners, from matters of news to matters of personal urgency, I present to you a heist.

Here is the mission to retrieve a top secret document. Here are the players. Myself, of course, mindful speaker in the mindless night. Carlos, scientist extraordinaire, extraordinary scientist, great hair. Steve Carlsberg, jerk. Good father, maybe. Don't tell him that. Abby, my sister, whom I have not spoken with in quite a while, but whom I am hoping to speak with more.

Old Woman Josie, opera aficionado, and friends with powerful and forbidden beings who are handy with a lock-pick, and who claim to know a thing or two about hacking. Finally and foremost, of course, little Janice, my niece, and the second most important person in my life. She is the leader of our mission. She is the reason we are all involved. This then is the team. Here then is the target. City Hall, specifically the Hall of Public Records, one of the most secure and dangerous places in Night Vale, where all public information is kept hidden from a public that might misuse it. few have gone in and survived.

No one has ever managed to remove or even view a single document from it. So, why are we trying? Why risk our lives to do what is by all accounts impossible? Because within that hall of records is the registry of middle school crushes, a ledger that documents every slight, swoon of our young citizens love-sick hearts. This registry, like all municipal documents, is constantly updated via invasive satellite mine scanning. Janice wants us to retrieve the registry of middle school crushes and destroy it.

I will not ask why. We don't have to ask why. We know that a family member is in need and we act accordingly. The plan? But that would give it away. More soon, whether the powers that be like it or not. First, a word from our sponsors. Today's sponsor is Venombox, the subscription service that sends you a box of venomous creatures every month. Last month's theme was hidden, but deadly. And those who survived that will love this.

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Presumably, she drove to the bar. Presumably, she had obtained the car she used to drive to the bar somewhere, presumably, with money. Presumably, she had received that money somehow. She presumably had spent days, months, even years before this moment. presumably she was born at some point to a mother, presumably. Presumably she was a child once. There had been years spent in which she could not completely feed herself. There were years in which she was smaller and stayed all day in rooms

where adults taught her to be similar adults to the adults they were. There was a first kiss, nights spent in terror of the nights to come, the first vestiges of independence, moving out, finding a job, a decision at some point to go to the bar, presumably. Can I have a drink? she said to the bartender. Oh, I'm sorry, said the bartender. This is the end of my shift. Ed will be out in a moment and he'll be able to help you.

The bartender left the bar. Presumably he opened the door. Presumably he got into a car. Presumably he drove home the radio on and playing him through the soft focus darkness of hot night. Presumably he had a bed somewhere. Got into it, slept, and presumably dreamed. Presumably he grew older day by day and looked at each day as a missed opportunity to live a life that was in no way better than the life he was living. just different. Presumably he edged toward death, fearing losing what he had, regretting ever attaining it. There was a last kiss. Everything was forgotten, but in pieces and in the most painful order. New things were learned slowly and in the least helpful order, a basket of fruit, indicating a sentiment too weak communicated too late to a person who was already gone. presumably. This has been

traffic. Back to the main event. Plans run apace for our heist from the City Hall Public Records Room. The obstacles are grave and myriad. First, they were simply getting past the guard at the door of City Hall. The guard doesn't stop anyone,

so as I said, it's getting past. It's pretty simple. Then there is avoiding the city council who lurk within City Hall, a many-four municipal entity waiting for citizens to civically devour. We will have to tread carefully to avoid it. Then there are the stairs to the basement where the records are kept. These are very dangerous. Thousands of people die falling downstairs every year, so we will have to take the basement. care not to trip. Beyond that is the thick vault door, combination unknown, immune to detonation

or heat. Rumor has it that the door to the records room could survive a nuclear explosion. Rumor has it, that it already has. Past the door, information becomes more piecemeal. Rumor becomes our only guide. There is apparently a grid. of lasers, carefully calibrated so as to look mesmerizing, and calls an intruder to stop and watch them, thus failing to complete her mission. There are pressure sensors in the floor, heat sensors in the wall, thought sensors in all of our brains. The security is diabolical, but we have devised a plan past all of it, which Again, I can't tell you.

I'm sorry. Saying the plan on the radio would make it tricky to successfully perform it without being caught. But it's really good, I promise. We will make sure Janice gets the registry of middle school crushes so she can destroy it. We just will never be able to tell you how. And now the answer to last week's audio, Spot the Differences Quiz. Of course, the two audio scenes we set for you were quite similar, perhaps even at an oral glance identical, but there were eight specific differences.

Did you spot them all? Let's find out. Here were the differences. One. The shadow of the howling man is smiling in one scene, but missing. in the other. 2. There are shrouded figures in the grass in both scenes, and they look identical, but in the first scene they are watching, while in the second scene they are listening. 3. Only the first scene scares me.

4. The cow has one extra spot in the first scene. 5. The cow has all of his scene. Now has all of its blood in the first scene. 6. The howling man is howling in both scenes. 7.

We don't know why he is howling. 8. Maybe it's because of his shadow? 9. What does the second man have to do with anything? 10. The child is absent from both scenes. How did you do?

If you missed any, don't worry. The secret police will be arriving soon to take you to a re-education camp. And after that, you definitely won't be messing up any more puzzles or messing up anything or doing anything ever again. Oh, I just can't resist. Our brilliant plan is too brilliant not to share. I mean, it doesn't even matter that much, I guess, because the plan, is already in motion. What could the powers that be possibly do?

So first, old woman Josie had her beings who cannot legally be called angels hack the thought sensors and the mind-scanning satellites so that instead of playing our current thoughts, they play a loop of thoughts about which sandwich place is our favorite. Obviously, the Mario's very authentic attention. Italian ice cream sub sandwich place at the mall. Obviously. Then, Abby, Steve, and Carlos all simply walked past the guard.

Again, the guard doesn't stop anyone. Simple. Abby used a series of mirrors and cliplights in the doorway to city council chambers to create the illusion of an empty hallway for the monstrous municipal members within. thus allowing the wonderful Carlos and the foolishly brave Steve to go down the stairs carefully and without tripping. Those two, and those two alone enter the basement. There, Carlos used a mathematical formula that he had arrived at scientifically to deduce the combination of the great vault door. Once inside, of course, Carlos would become instant.

fascinated by the laser grid, determined to understand it, which is why it was Steve's important job to keep him focused and moving. They then put on harnesses which Janice had spent the last several weeks, making from a home cat burglar kit she got as a prize in a box of honeynut flakios, and which she had lined with bags of frozen peas to throw off the heat sensors. And that is where they are now, dear listeners, creeping ever closer to the registry of middle school crushes, and to a triumphant end, to a triumphant plan. Nothing can... Oh no. Oh no. Somehow it seems that the city council has discovered the plan. I don't know how that could have happened. Steve and Carlos are still in the basement. They're still in danger. Still right behind the closed vault door. Where can

they run? How can they hide? I will try to sort out what to do, and in the meantime, I must take you to the weather. We have returned, listeners, to a heist, complete. This was not a heist of action at all. It was not a heist of diamond-tipped drills or advanced electronics. No. This was a heist of words, a heist of fiction. It was a heist of storytelling, and it was magnificent. For there was no hacking by Josie and her friends, no mirror held by Abby, no absurd mathematical formula devised by Carlos, and no Steve.

Thank God, no Steve. There was none of that. Carlos, old woman Josie, Abby, and Steve are safe at home, having never left their beds in this warm still night. I created their action, I created their danger with my words, and I delivered that danger to you. That was the entire plan, all of it. It was me here at this microphone telling you a story, a story about a successful entrance to the well-house. protected vault of the Hall of Public Records. And in response to my story, the city council rushed to the records hole, flung open the vault door,

deactivated the sensors and alarms, and charged in to capture Steve and Carlos. But those two were, of course, not there to be captured. The only person who was there, having avoided the danger of the stairs by safely taking the ADA compliant elevator down, and having waited patiently in the shadows for the city council to rush by, enraged, and opened the door of the vault for her, was a very clever 11-year-old in a stealth wheelchair of her own design. She waited, and when they had passed, she followed quietly after them. And while they searched roaring for intruders that weren't there,

she slipped the registry of middle school crushes from its shelf, rolled herself back to the elevator, and was gone, before the council had even an inkling that they were chasing only figments of my imagination. It was, despite all of my misleading words, a two-person heist, an uncle who can tell one hell of a story, and a niece, who can come up with one hell of a plan. Janice took the registry out into the scrublands, and there, in an arroyo that has not seen water in many years, she lit it on fire and watched the smoke pass up through the evergreen leaves of the Joshua trees. I don't need to know why she wanted it destroyed, although perhaps I could guess, but I won't guess.

I only know that she needed my help, and so I helped her. Before everything, before even humans, there were stories. A creature at a fire conjuring a world with nothing but its voice and the listener's imagination. And now me, and thousands like me, in little booths and rooms, at mics and screens all over the world, doing the same for a family of listeners, connected as all families are, primarily by the stories we tell each other. And after? After fire and death, or whatever happens next, after the wiping clean or, the gradual decay after the after when there are only a few creatures left there will be one at a fire telling a story to what family it has left it was the first thing and it will be the last

stay to next for more stories being told to you all of the time whether you are aware of them or not. And from whatever fiction it is that we happen to be living together tonight, good night, Night Vale, good night. Welcome to Nightvale is a production of Nightvale Presents. It is written by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Craneer and produced by Joseph Fink. The voice of Night Vale is Cecil Baldwin. Original music by Dysperition.

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