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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

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[ This is interesting. This is more than interesting--this feels real. It matches up with what Kira's told him about the future, so much so that he's a bit dizzy with excitement. He re-reads the text once, twice, three times, eyes scanning over the most important part 'people should grow whatever they like in their own gardens' and response after a few moments of silence. ]

Mr. Arthur,

I can't thank you enough for answering my questions with such careful thought and consideration. You have been more help than you know! Once properly settled, I would love to visit. After the library, of course, I feel like I have to catch up on a lot more before venturing into the metaphorical abyss.

What of payment?

With fondness,
-C. Barebone

[tangleofgarlands]

[The message is less formal and, if Arthur isn't mistaken, a little brighter, and the thought that he might have helped in that regard makes his stomach tighten with a tentative pride.]

I'll meet you at the library,
if you like. I can't catch you up completely, but I can't certainly help, and I seem to be missing about forty years myself.

We can commiserate over how bloody weird that is.