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[repressings]

To whom it may concern,

I write this letter with caution and timid optimism, and not without a dash of confusion. This creature at my side has been most helpful in explaining the various dalliances that makes up this world but I can't help but realize there are things that even this mouse can't answer. As such, my only option seems to be turning to this 'network.'

I have a lot of questions, but to spare you, dear reader, I'll keep them to a minimum so as not to disturb any possible daily communicating or activities. Please also feel free to disregard this message entirely, although any response at all would be absolutely wonderful.

Firstly, is anyone dead here? For clarification: not those who have come back to life in this place if such a thing happens, but before moving to this paradise has anyone perished? I'd like to make a tally. Any of those from The Village who have also escaped, please contact either myself or Mr. Graves at once.

Secondly, if there is a Mr. Akiyama, a Miss Carter or a Miss Gibson, I'd very much like to be alerted to their presence. One is an Japanese man from New York with short cropped hair and lazy stature, one is a British woman with long wavy hair and a very beautiful smile, and the other is also a British woman but blonde and doesn't smile much even when she's happy. Any assistance I could have in finding these three would be optimal.

I'd also like to know who owns the most books here. And if it's not too forward, I'd like to ask about green carnations.

Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,
-C. Barebone

Comments

[repressings]

Sir,

I was under the assumption I was communicating with you, not your daemon. I must apologize, this worlds' technology is far beyond the one I'm from and the one I've been too previously.

A garden would sound absolutely delightful. I have little knowledge but quite a large amount of firsthand experience; so I have much to learn.

Would not signing your name be impolite?

[shadowblends]

[oh, well--]

you are speaking to me, but technically, the daemon is part of the conversation.
in a way?
it's okay, though. i'm not at all used to any of this technology. [he just learns really quickly.]

which is also fine. a friend of mine and i were working on an herb garden back home.
if you like, we could even try and hunt down some carnations to plant.
they might not exist here, but we might be able to find something similar at least?

not impolite, per se.
it simply comes off as more 'casual' than anything.

so, can i ask what the 'c' stands for, or would you prefer to be called 'barebone?'

[repressings]

Sir,

Any green flower will do! I've been learning a lot about different times and different people, but green flowers will most likely get the message across, carnation or not.

I suppose I'm still getting used to this 'network.' I was somewhere before this without anything like this, I had assumed it was just like fancy stationary that everyone could read.

The 'c' is for Credence, Barebone is my last name.

Should I try to sound more casual?

With thanks,
-c. barebone

[shadowblends]

i'll have to check some of the stores and see what they have for green flowers, then.

you aren't wrong in that assumption.
should your preference be to sign your name, don't let me stop you! it was something my daemon told me. i've never experienced anything like this, either.
it's a lot to take in, but i find that i'm a rather quick learner when it comes to things that capture my interest.

do whatever feels most comfortable for you, mister barebone.
or may i call you credence?