Bulletin Post #1

[holiestlove]

Hello one and all,

My name is Jonathan Harker, some of you may know me, others may not. In my world, I worked as a solicitor's clerk for many years before becoming a proper solicitor. That said, I am rather good at gathering information and putting it into a proper order. The reason I write this is I have a project in mind to hopefully help us in the future.

To those who were part of the story that we experienced recently. I would like to meet with you to gather information on what you recalled or did not. I do understand it may be embarrassing for some, so I will accept anonymous information as well.

I can be found in the Maker space if you would rather speak in person. Thank you all for your time.

-Jonathan

[ The letter is tacked to the Bulletin, written in very fine script.]

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[angel_of_baal]

I will meet with you

privately.

[holiestlove]

Thank you, Sanguinius. We can meet in the garden if that works for you?

[angel_of_baal]

I will meet you there.

I am counting on your discretion.

[Because 'embarrassing' doesn't even begin to cover what he experienced. And he remembers all of it. Too well.]

[holiestlove]

Of course, you can count on me.

[ Jonathan true to his word will be waiting in the garden, the journal he brought from home was open as he was jotting notes.]

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[angel_of_baal]

[He doesn't really want to be doing this because he's still, in a way, trying to process it himself. But if the information helped others, well, the damage to his ego was simply the price to be paid.

He certainly hoped he made a better impression this time, than snuffling after a stained coat. Just to be safe, he had had a little...beverage to take the edge off. ]

Greetings, again. What sort of information are you looking for?

[holiestlove]

[ Unlike during the story, this time he recognizes the other brother that he considers a friend as well and smiles freely his way. ]

Good afternoon, Sanguinius. Thank you for meeting with me.

[ Jonathan was going to feel bad in a few minutes, but he had been a bit rude.]

[angel_of_baal]

It's always good to see you, Jonathan. [He settled himself on a stone bench nearby, letting his wings settle behind him. Benches: just good design.]

What can I help you with?

[holiestlove]

Likewise, my friend. I hope you are doing well.

[ Taking a seat near him on the bench as he opens the page, writing Sanguinius's name in his fancy script.]

Can you tell me everything you remember from Woodhurst? Anything at all will help.

[angel_of_baal]

I have been, I admit, struggling with this thing that has gone on. [It's a lot, okay?] I have asked to meet the Chief Librarian for assistance.

[To show that he was, in fact, trying to be proactive about it.]

In my recollection, I was in the body, mind and history of someone...quite different from me. He--it--was a xenos. [Horrible enough, right? The xenos were to be killed, and purged. Not...be one much less sympathize with it. Because Sanguinius knew that Tsang had truly felt like it was helping, or trying to. ]

[holiestlove]

Is it the memories of another life? I spoke to Mina right after we all returned, so I know you all had memories of another life there while not remembering your true life. That alone would put me on edge, I confess. After you meet with the Chief Librarian, I would like to know what happens, if that is alright with you.

[ He is jotting notes in shorthand despite having written the name in English.]

A Xenos? I do not know this term. Can you explain it to me? [ Looking up at him.]

[angel_of_baal]

Memories of a life that was not mine. A personality that wasn't mine. But I wasn't aware of myself. [He's probably doing a bad job describing it.]

I will let you know. The Assistant Librarians are very...protective of the Chief Librarian. [Which they should; he doesn't blame them. ]

Xenos, an alien. Someone not from Terra, a creature that wants nothing but ill for mankind.

[holiestlove]

That matches with what Mrs. Harker has told me as well. And now, do you remember both lives?

[ Jotting down the words used by the other. Looking back up. ] If the Chief Librarian is who brought us here, it would make sense. Though, it could be simple pecking order as well. Either way, thank you, my friend.

[ His eyes widened some then, looking back up. ] So, on top of being stuck on earth, or Terra as you say, you were one of the aliens they spoke of? What was it like?

[angel_of_baal]

Yes, both of them. Vividly. [He wishes he didn't, honestly.]

I mean no harm to the Librarian. [At this point, at least. ] I mostly would like his assistance.

Yes. I was one of the aliens. Who only, from its perspective, wanted to help. [And this is where he's torn, because he believed Tsang was entirely genuine. But also, what right did a xenos have to say about how humanity chose to develop?]

[holiestlove]

[ Nodding and jotting it down before looking back up. ] Odd that the other life lingers when it is completed. Thank you for sharing.

May I ask what it is you want him to do for you?

[ He couldn't help being curious.]

What did the Xenos want to help with?

[angel_of_baal]

Only some of us. My brother insists that none of this happened, and it is all a...sign of a damaged mind. [Is there an irony in Konrad Curze telling anyone else they were having mental problems? Probably. But irony didn't mean wrong.] Which is why I am seeking the Chief Librarian's aid.

It, Tsang. They all thought we, humans, are emotionally unregulated. Traumatized. They thought they could help.