You need to chant a little as you wash your hands. It will be like most showers you’ve taken.īefore you can offer Jackie your item, there will first be some hand washing, which is why there are bowls of purified water throughout the shop. You will smell must and soap, and feel a stab of panic about how alone you are. You will collapse, surrounded by a bright glowing blackness, and you will find yourself on your hands and knees, the warm water running over you, and you will know where the pawnshop is. This knowledge will come suddenly, often while you are in the shower. It has no name, but if you need it, you will know where it is.
The only pawnshop in the town of Night Vale is run by the very young Jackie Fierro. Just own an item and own a body with needs, and wait. Second, once you believe you own an item, you must reach a point where you need money more than you need the item. To get this, you need a lot of time behind you, years spent living and existing, until you’ve reached a point where you believe that you exist, and that a physical item exists, and that the concept of ownership exists, and that, improbable as all those are, these absurd beliefs line up in a way that results in you owning an item. It is a friendly desert community, where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. It might be more like your town than you’d like to admit. On all sides it is surrounded by empty desert flatness. Suffice it to say that it is a town like many towns, with a city hall, and a bowling alley (the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex), and a diner (the Moonlite All-Nite Diner), and a supermarket (Ralphs), and, of course, a community radio station reporting all the news that we are allowed to hear. The history of the town of Night Vale is long and complicated, reaching back thousands of years to the earliest indigenous people in the desert.
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