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[Locked to Luceti Residents]
My dear people of Luceti --
An invasion, all under the guise of a fantasy. What’s been done will not be forgotten. Certainly not by you, and not by the denizens of a dozen other enclosures who suffered similar attacks at the same time. As we speak, programmers and engineers hard at work combing through the barrier’s nuts and bolts. If the Cultists and his Lordship exploited some natural weakness in the dome, they will find it. Patch it up. Curious, isn’t it, that the Count chose yours to invade with his own two feet?
But there are other matters to discuss. I spoke with some of you only a few months ago. Let me announce more completely what I, back then, only intimated. I’m Carol, and I intend to spend some time in our little town. If you like, you can consider my resolve to continue my work here a sign of good faith. I remain unarmed and -- I assure you -- wholly peaceable. In this way, I hope I may have faith in you as well. After all, we are kin in a strange kind of way.
It is my duty -- as well as my pleasure -- to be Luceti’s liaison with the Organization. You must have many questions, concerns, and many many curses. Bring them to me, and we’ll see what can be done. We can talk here. But if any of you find the journals distasteful, you can also come have a seat with me at the sweet little tea shop. I’ll be there for the afternoon.
[As usual, this voiced post has a neatly typed 'written' section as well.
A thread with CJ can be found here.]
An invasion, all under the guise of a fantasy. What’s been done will not be forgotten. Certainly not by you, and not by the denizens of a dozen other enclosures who suffered similar attacks at the same time. As we speak, programmers and engineers hard at work combing through the barrier’s nuts and bolts. If the Cultists and his Lordship exploited some natural weakness in the dome, they will find it. Patch it up. Curious, isn’t it, that the Count chose yours to invade with his own two feet?
But there are other matters to discuss. I spoke with some of you only a few months ago. Let me announce more completely what I, back then, only intimated. I’m Carol, and I intend to spend some time in our little town. If you like, you can consider my resolve to continue my work here a sign of good faith. I remain unarmed and -- I assure you -- wholly peaceable. In this way, I hope I may have faith in you as well. After all, we are kin in a strange kind of way.
It is my duty -- as well as my pleasure -- to be Luceti’s liaison with the Organization. You must have many questions, concerns, and many many curses. Bring them to me, and we’ll see what can be done. We can talk here. But if any of you find the journals distasteful, you can also come have a seat with me at the sweet little tea shop. I’ll be there for the afternoon.
[As usual, this voiced post has a neatly typed 'written' section as well.
A thread with CJ can be found here.]
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A slight pause. "I have to admit, it's one more reason why I'm excited to be back. My connection faded long ago."
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It was from Carol that she had learned in part about the spirits to begin with, but that was many years ago, and not nearly as many questions had been asked that perhaps, should have been. "John once said the spirits were drawn here just like any of us, but why do they keep only to this specific enclosure? Or is the enclosure itself intruding on grounds they had claimed for themselves to begin with..."
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Raine had spent a long time down there, copying as many of the cryptic lines down as possible. Even then, reading between the lines of what was said and what wasn't... secrets, children, paranoia, little glimpses of private lives of strangers. "The wall was dated as being in their seventh cycle."
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"I see. Is there anything you are willing to share about it? A direction with that information that we might pursue? Some of us are drawing close to that particular cycle number ourselves."
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a very sobering thought, indeed. She gives a short, almost nervous laugh.
"... you may be right about that."
And what even to say, on such a record? Some of what had previously been written had seemed nonsensical, others very personal notes that only they would understand, looking back. Advice. The wall seemed to tell of a darker history, much like the one they had experienced before their understanding was broadened. And even then, things were still dark, the situation no closer to being solved.
"We still have a few years to go. Think anything else will change much?"
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