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]

Yes, of course, as I said anything you share is between us. Or with Mina, if she asks to see my notes. That goes without saying, I feel.

[ He nodded listening, again some of it goes over his head, but he listened intently.]

So, all three of you made the changes to the way your souls were shaped? [ It sounded so simple when he said it, yet, his mind felt it must be complex. ] I don't need to know the name if they are here, but is Deedee one of us here? I feel like I might have missed that detail.

[ohaiyo_isekai]

She is not, no. Nor is she shy about this point of her biography, among trustworthy folk. We changed our forms to better match our souls.

Transgender, beyond our born sexes, as your trans-sylvania is beyond the forest. Cis as in cisalpine is the word for those born in comfortable skins.

Siobhan is a native daughter of Mundus who we met later; Laina a learned friend, a priestess-archivist whose god and patron granted her insight into my Earth.

[holiestlove]

Thank you, I had wondered if the term was shortened. [ That helped as he nodded with the explanation of the terms. Latin wasn't his strong suit, but his studies at the Lincoln’s Inn did give him enough knowledge of Latin to grasp it. Not to mention, he knew what Transylvania meant.

He was silent a moment before he spoke, reaching up to push his bangs back again. ]

I do not understand, but I accept what you're saying. [ His tone remained kind, worried he might mess something up, his words were important when it came to his friend's trust.] In the way that I do not understand the technicalities of how the telegraph transmits messages, but I accept that it does.

[ohaiyo_isekai]

That is all I could hope for. After all, you… hah, haven’t had need to take the blue pill for yourself though those are mostly estrogens, my testosterone was red ironically enough - this must be terribly alien to your experience.

Better acceptance and friendship without the words than any number of people who should know better and still call me - treat me as - a woman.