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]

[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.