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]

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.