Last night, Kouryou-chan and I went out for a night in Night Vale
, a twice-monthly podcast of "public radio community updates" for the small town of Night Vale, a place where pleasant people live a life of unpleasant and distinctly creepy surroundings. The local sherrif's station is known as "The Secret Police," on Street Cleaning Day you are advised to run and hide, preferably in your basement, and make no sound or motion at all as street cleaners are drawn to heat and vibration, and where there is a dog park but: "Do not go into the dog park. Don't even look at the dog park. Dogs are not allowed in the dog park. There may sometimes be hooded figures in the dark park. Do not talk to the hooded figures in the dog park
When we got there, line went down two block and around a building. It was more that ¾ women, mostly in their mid-20s to early 30s, many dressed up. Kouryou-chan and I had to walk from the theater down those two blocks and around the building; she wore a Homestuck
Heart hoodie, and every couple of steps someone would shout out "Homestuck!" or "Prince of Heart!" or "Dirk Strider!" A fourteen-year-old enthusiast hearing that much validation from an audience of other women had her walking on air. She was entirely too bubbly.
The line moved quickly. She wanted to get a balcony seat but I argued for the front, and by a miracle we found two seats, not side-by-side, but one in front of the other at the end of their rows in the middle-right aisle. Two women in the row in front of hers recognized her hoodie and there was instant female bonding. Then the woman across from her pulled out her phone, which had a screensaver of Kida from Durarara
on it. Kouryou-chan shouted "Kida-chan!" and then those two were off and chatting. She completely opened up in a way I've rarely seen.
The show itself was amazing. Man, that was one angry accordion player, but then Cecil, the narrator, came on and, between the community calendar, the weather report, the sponsor's message, the horoscope (Mine was: "Taurus. Today is the day you change everything. No, sorry, I read that backwards. Today is the day everything changes you.") and the local interest segment, as well as Cecil's concerned call to his boyfriend Carlos, Cecil told a very strange and creepy report. "Listeners, we've just received word that a librarian
has broken out of its cage and is loose in the streets!"
In Night Vale, that's a major disaster.
It was just a guy on stage reading a script, but he read it amazingly well. And he worked it into audience participation. When he called his boyfriend and they exchanged "I love yous," the entire audience melted down into a puddle of squee. It was insane.
And when it was over, Kouryou-chan and the six women surrounding her became a chorus of incoherent fangirling, screaming and cheering and just making the craziest of times. It was wonderful to behold. The babbling continued until we were two blocks from the theater, Kouryou-chan trading stories with a blue-haired high schooler whose tired-eyed mother looked like she understood Night Vale even less, now that she'd seen it up close.
I got it, though. And I'm happy to have been allowed to give it to Kouryou-chan. We got home, and Omaha and I had no trouble putting our happy, exhausted fangirl to bed.
Now I have to listen to the rest of the show.
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Yoko Kanno, Perdeski Clown