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.]

Comments

[holiestlove]

[ Maybe one day Jonathan will bring up cutlery and a possible shower, but that day was not today. Hopefully the poor soul that finds the leftovers will be prepared for the hazard. Jonathan would likely be fine food wise.]

Thank you for that trust. When I get too tired I do take naps even if it is unbecoming at my age, it is needed with broken sleep. [ If someone said something negative about his naps, he would stop, but for now. No one had. ] I can not imagine being awake that long.

[ Jonathan took him at his word, and was a little envious that someone needed so little sleep. ]

If you required help, Mrs. Harker is an etiquette teacher. She could help. Well, my Mina was, so I assume Mrs. Harker is as well. [ A look-up then.] Or I can do so if we are in the same place, etiquette is forced upon us from early on where I am from.

[curzed]

[Maybe the Library itself will protect those poor unfortunate souls.]

Are such short sleeps considered something only those of a different age indulge in? [What an odd idea.] Such has always been common tothe city I grew to maturity in.

[Different cultures. Even some from Earth wouldn't deny Jonathan a nice siesta!]

It does leave a large amount of time to try to occupy oneself with.

[There's silence for a time at the idea of being taught such things. Fulgrim had done his best, and Konrad could after a fashion imitate the proper behavior of someone of his station, but it did not come easily.

Would submitting to mortal instruction do any better?]

I am a poor student, I would not trouble her with such when alternatives may exist. But when another of these ventures begin, perhaps we can accomplish more coordinating than on our own. Knowing friend from foe is .. of utmost importance. [Morosely he picks out a bit of fruit from his concoction, reduced from recognizability to a neat white square. Apple? Pear?] Such were these illusions that even the scent of familiarity was obscured.

[holiestlove]

Children and ladies can nap in the day. [ The issue for him was more sleeping in the day than broken sleep. It had been common not too long before his time to have segmented sleep, but mostly still at night. Which is where his horrors came from. He felt too old to be frightened of the darkness, and would never admit it. More so beside his friend who needs darkness.

He deserved that siesta. ]

Does it become boring?

[ He asked before finally finishing. Moving to place down the fork in the sink. ] Would you like some tea, Night Haunter?

[ He inquired before listening. ]

That is very true, and it would be very important to know. [ He waited for an answer, if yes, he would bring him a cup as well, if no he would just carry the one for himself.] Mrs. Harker's theory was that we were all dreaming, shared, but dreaming. Do you think that possible?

[curzed]

Therefore you should too, yes? [Segregating things in that fashion seems silly to him. If sleep in the day is needed, then sleep in the day!] If anyone attempts to shame you for it I suggest hitting them. Perhaps if their sleep is disrupted they'll be more considerate.

[Violence solves many, many problems.

Even dinner! Which he picks at in only half-interest; there's plenty still for others. He still is dubious about tea, but Harker liked it, and he knew there were social components to such offers. He will, at least, try.]

It is not boring. I know no other way to be, it is as routine for me as your usual schedule is to you. More of the same type of tea as before?

[At least the remains will be put in the cold-box for later. He knew most would be thrown off by rot and mold.]

...Mm. [Dreams. He didn't think it was a dream.] Possible, yes, but unlikely. Dreams are highly symbolic and the entire experience was terribly mundane. But I have heard of some technologies that can do similar things, from a long time ago.