Night Vale, Monday(ish)

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Cecil had barely been able to contain himself enough to make it through the portal, but the sight on the other end was worth it.

"♥Carlos♥!" He flung himself into his boyfriend's arms and kissed him for less time than he would've liked before grinning and ushering his friends forward for introductions. "Everybody, Carlos. Carlos, Everybody!"

He was shedding his coat and jacket and mittens and scarf and everything as fast as he could. "Oh, it is so nice to be warm again! Did you get the paperwork and everything?"

"I got the paperwork, Cecil," Carlos answered indulgently. He handed each of the others an envelope. "Official visitor's permits, standard declaration for tax purposes of up to six limbs per person, and a waiver for the weekly requirement of eating at Big Rico's Pizza, just in case."

He gestured at the packets. "Also there's a certification that you and your luggage are completely free of wheat and wheat by-products, and a form releasing the City Council from any responsibility for injury or illness due to existential crisis." He held up a hand. "Really, don't ask. Just sign them and leave them buried outside tonight. I've got a shovel. My car's over here; anybody need help with their bags?"

[OOC: OCD free and open to those joining Cecil for Spring Break!]

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[tigerundercover]

So this was the famous ♥Carlos♥! Raven smiled brightly at him, pretending not to size him up to see if he was worth Cecil's smittenness.

He did have good hair.

"No luggage for me. Though now I'm wondering if I should have brought a briefcase."

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"I'm sure we can find you one, if you want," Cecil reassured her. "And don't worry about the whole extra limbs thing, either. If you want to grow more than six, you just can't do it for more than twenty-four hours, or you'll have to pay a bit of extra tax."

[tigerundercover]

"Is there a different rule if I'm just pretending to have extra arms?" Did having to ask that count as existential injury? Probably not. It was more of an existential stubbed toe, perhaps. Or just a semantic one. "What's wrong with wheat?"

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"Well, if it were just an illusion, I don't think it would count, but you really do grow extras, right? And oh, I thought I told you! It all turned into snakes and evil spirits last year, so it got banned. It's very dangerous." Cecil nodded seriously.

[tigerundercover]

Raven frowned. "I don't know. I don't grow the clothes I imitate, I don't think. I just . . . mimic them." She shrugged. "It's not quite the same thing. How does wheat turn into snakes?"