Title: thoughtcore
Fandom: wtnv
Rating: teen
Length: 200w
Content notes: takes place after the april monologues

Maureen feels like she's floating.

Not on liquid or on air, but on her very soul. She hasn't known peace like this, not in ages- not since before the puppy summoning, before she had to lead armies in the desert, before she was a radio intern, before.

There are soft barely perceptible thumps in her ears, and Maureen tries to remember what Michelle called it. …hopcore. It's similar to a dying heartbeat, only without colors or dramatics.

She thinks she likes it. Or maybe she just likes Michelle and is convincing her ears to like the track so they have something to talk about next time. Maureen knows her chances aren't good- disgraced twice intern with an admittedly evil beagle with the most fashionable person in all of night vale. But Maureen's never been one to calculate the odds, or to pay them any mind- something that made her a simultaneously wonderful and awful army general.

Maureen turns the recorder on in her living room and goes into the kitchen. She breathes in and out, and if she knew morse code it would make for a simpler recording. Instead she thinks hard towards the mic of picnics and dog parks.