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

[hellandbackpack]

Seems a good idea to me, see if we spot any patterns to who's affected how and why over time.

I don't mind contributing but ah... in person.

[holiestlove]

Yes, that is exactly what I aim to do.

Of course, where would you like to meet?

[hellandbackpack]

You said you were in the Maker's space yeah? I can be there in a tick.

[It definitely doesn't take long, and he doesn't bother with the door- just wandering through whatever wall happens to be closest. Surprise?]

[holiestlove]

I did indeed, I have moved to meet a few others, but I can meet you there.

[ The Victorian in his blue suit had arrived just before Charles, having not been far, having just set his journal down when he looked up. Seeing him wander through the door. Those blue eyes went wide.

Give him a moment.]

[hellandbackpack]

[What's so surprising- RIGHT.

Charles offers a smile and a light sort of shrug.]

It's a ghost thing. Doors and walls are kinda optional.

[He'll offer a hand out to shake all the same.]

M'Charles. Any relation to Mrs. Mina by chance?

[holiestlove]

[ A moment more of silence before he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in and reaches out to shake.

Curious if his hand will go through Charles' hand with the shake. If not, he would give a firm shake. If so? Well, that would be interesting. ]

Well, I can honestly say I had not met a ghost until now. It is a pleasure to meet you, Charles. [ The mention of Mina makes him smile more, as he motions to the seat across from him. ] In a way, we are from different worlds, but both married to our world's counterpart. She is not my Mina, but she is Mina in every way but her looks.

[ Even if she is not his wife, he will sing her praises. ]

[hellandbackpack]

[While Charles could choose to be incorporeal, that'd be kind of rude for a handshake! So Jonathan will be able to take his hand for the gesture, definitely a chilled grasp even through gloves, along with a soft sort of static sensation.

He sinks into the chair indicated, at a sort of casual slouch all the same, but he perks lightly at the confirmation, odd as it was.]

No kidding? Blimey that's got to be a trip. But she's proper brills, bet your Mina's just as great.

[Charles is absolutely in the sing her praises club.]

But! The Story, yeah? What were you lookin' for as far as info?

[holiestlove]

[ The chill didn't bother him, despite being very alive, Jonathan's hands were ice-cold. Had been since he was nursed back to health in Romania. He should wear gloves, but he had lost those.

After the shake, he took a seat as well and said nothing on the slouch, he didn't care as much as he should. ]

It was certainly a shock to say the least. But she is very brilliant, you will find none smarter than my Mina... I mean Mrs. Harker. I am trying to keep that in mind.

[ He hates messing up, but he will give up in time. Mina was Mina, even if she's not his Mina.]

Oh yes, anything, truly. Did you know you were in a story, or not? Anything of use. I am collecting data to try to help us in the future.

[hellandbackpack]

[The Story was not nearly as cheerful a topic of conversation, Charles sinking ever so subtly into his slouch as he considered it.]

Didn't have a clue. Was... alive again, about thirteen. As far as I knew, I'd lived there my whole life, yeah? And...

[If it was for any other reason he'd brush past it, but this sort of investigation needed details. At least some.]

They basically transplanted my life, just... changed where and when I was livin' to match. Not countin' things like... Randolph was there. Had a bookshop and I'd spend a lot of time there. Wasn't anything like that in actuality. And... one of the others. Not gonna out their private business, but as far as we both knew we'd known each other since we were little, were good friends.

[holiestlove]

[ Jonathan starts to take notes as Charles spoke. Looking up again when he spoke his age in the event.] Forgive me for asking, were you 13 when you died? And you felt you were from Woodhurst, good to know. Thank you.

[ Adding it in as he looked back up.]

No need to share anything that would betray the trust of anyone. No need to worry there, and yes I had seen Randolph as well in the bookshop. He did not know who I was. I had full knowledge that I was a reader there.

[hellandbackpack]

[The diligent notetaking reminded him of Edwin. It soothed some tense little part of him, the set of his shoulders easing ever so subtly as he shook his head.]

Nah. Died when I was 16. Didn't die in the Story though, just got taken by the aliens, yeah? For the whole... [A brief wave of his hand.] The therapy thing they were doin' and all.