Letters Across the Universe (Always open. Say you read page one stuff)

@TangerineSunset

Once again, the tape.

Mordecai: Hello again.

Nathan: Hi.

Mordecai: Okay so, sorry about the blood. Nathan didn't notice the cut on my arm. pause The cut isn't that big of a deal. Also, I'm forgoing the written letter, now that I know that Nathan was going behind my back.

Nathan: I said I was sorry!

Mordecai: No you didn't.

Nathan: Shut up.

Mordecai: Anyway, there's 90 of you guys there? That's… insane. The news hasn't mentioned anything about it–well, the news has been quieter than normal–but otherwise, no.

Nathan: Yeah. Everything is fine- well, normal- on our end.

Mordecai: So you guys want to know more about us? There's not much else to know.

Nathan: Again, I'm 19, they're 16 _{Mordecai: I'm basically 17} Shut up. I'm Albertan, they're-

pause

Mordecai: British-Canadian. ^{Nathan: Mort.}We're currently in the suburbs^{Nathan: Mordecai shut up now.} of a small town called Norwich.

^{Nathan: whispering Mordecai. Shut up.} footsteps _{Mordecai: Oh fuck.}

Silence. Sound of a creaky door opening and then slamming shut

^{Nathan:static voice don't move. don't move a fucking muscle.}

Muffled footsteps. Sound of walls shifting.

???????, muffled: See, I told you Jere. It's still empty. Just like the last 3 months.

??????, muffled: I swear Cas. The lights were on last night.

^{Nathan: static voice just some old neighbours. They shouldn't find us down here}

???????, muffled: Come on Jeremy. The lighting was shut down here. You've just been seeing things, again.

Jeremy, muffled: But-

Footsteps. Door slams shut.

Nathan: Was this recording the whole time? Huh. Okay. So, uh.

shuffling sounds. Calm breathing.

Nathan: Mordecai seems to have fallen…… asleep, for now. So I guess I'll finish off.

So. The photo. First, you guys should not go back there. I don't trust the look of that place. I suggest that someone keep an eye on Ethan and his group, just in case. They might feel… compelled… to go back there.

I don't know 100% of what's going on there, I only have knowledge from my own experiences. It seems to me that you guys are dealing with an agitated flock of ghosts. Again, I cannot say this for certain; I don't know the circumstances of what's happened in that forest. But something did happen there. Something bad.

Nathan: There was a weird noise at the end of your recording. Here, I transcribed it;

Nathan: "THEY LET OUR BODIES DIE. THEY CHOSE TO FORGET US."

Nathan: Really ominous, if you ask me. Anyways, stay safe.

(I really want to put a second character in)

@Discombra lmao, just saying that was a great letter. :D

@Discombra lmao, just saying that was a great letter. :D

(Thanks :P)

@Discombra (P.s I am writing the full story on the page called MAYDAY if you wanna check that out :D )

Again, the tape and two photos

Ethan: Is it working?

Roo: Yep, that light flickering is saying its recording.

Ethan: Oh ok, cool…. Um …Hello… Sorry, what are their name's again?

Roo: Mordecai and Nathan.

Ethan: Right them, Hi guys… We got your most recent letter about a week ago and….. well…. Alot of weird shit has happened to be frank.

Roo: We took your advice on not going back to the river dock, but we did do a little more exploring around the forest and we found alot about this area's history. We found this abandon…. What looks to be like some sort of WW2 military base called "Gumtree Outpost"…

Roo: In the yellow building, which Ethan's strong friend Mitch was able to barge down the door, we found a bunch of these documents labelled "Classified: for Authorised personal only" from the Australian defence force.

Ethan: So of course we did the right thing and opened them!

Roo: ……Still probably shouldn't have done that……

Ethan: Regardless, we got alot of valuable insight into the forests history, with a document that talked about the colonisation of the forest.

Roo: Basically, a bunch of white people went and massacred a bunch of aboriginal people, MY PEOPLE, off of their land. We even found a law trail document from 1802, talking about this one little aboriginal girl, that was hung for the crime of witchcraft?

Ethan: White people have a pretty fucked history, we will admit that.

Roo: Yeah but…. your one of the good one's……

Ethan: …….. Are you ok?

Roo: …Huh?… Yeah I'm g…

Ethan: Anyways… We also read these case-files detailing the events that happened during WW2, and what "Gumtree Outpost" did to assist Australia. Apparently, the Outpost was meant to be used as a radio communication's facility, picking up radio traffic from enemy submarines, and funnelling them back to ally ships to coordinate attack's against them. Dorothy Wyatt, the cheif radio officer in the outpost, wrote these…… morbid documents… talking about how she herself was responsible for the sinking of one of her own ally submarines.

Roo: It's fucked up….

Ethan: The documents talk about how Dorothy, one day received a garbled distress signal from an unknown source and hastily assumed the message was an attempt to jam the radar. She sent out a message to the nearest warship, "The Destroyer II" The telling them to scout out for nearby submarines and destroy if necessary. However, what she didn't know was that an ally sub was patrolling nearby, "The QLD Migaloo", and the warship friendly fired onto it, killing 72 people on board. That same sub had held a nuclear reactor in it belly, which was being used for capability testing. By the time word had gotten round that it had sunk, the whole army packed up and relocated to a new area…. leaving only Dorothy and a handful of other behind… to uncover the mysteries behind hearing the voices of people who died on the submarine through radio's.

Roo: So… they never died…. we think.

Ethan: Which might explain the creepy things we saw in the photo last letter were.

Roo: Perhaps

????: Um, you guys forgot about me?

Roo: Oh, right, guy's this is Nyota, shes an exchange student from…. Kenya was it?

Nyota: Aye, I went to the foreign language school down at the sunshine coast. I board there. However when I woke up, all the boarding masters were gone, as though they vanished of the face of the earth. So, me and my classmates have be searching for others…. and thats when I found you both in the forest.

Ethan: Yeah, you punched me in the face.

Nyota: I'm sorry…. I freaked out… I didn't expect to find anyone else.

Roo: Well either way, we now make up a total of 200 students… some of which don't speak english unfortunately… but where surviving still…. and I suppose that's all that matters for now..

Ethan: We hope to hear from you guys again, tell us more about what's happening at your end.

Nyota: Send photos! Peace!

(Althalosian, can I put a second character in?)

(Yay!)

^{@Sunny-is-busy-writing-mayday Those are some amazing photos. Mine feel subpar now.}

_{[Note: text like this means a static-y voice]}

The tape recorder, but this time there's 2 photos and a drawing

Mordecai: Hello Roo, Nyota, and… Ethan.

Nathan: We've been a little held up with a problem.

Mordecai: Little is a bit of an understatement, and you should be quiet. Anyway, I'll answer as best I can until Nathan… recovers?

Mordecai: That 1802 thing is… super fucked up. White people are horrible. ^{Nathan: I can hear you} You were meant to.

From what we both gather, your ghost issue seems to be orbiting around that little girl. The one accused of witchcraft. ^{Nathan: I highly doubt that it was actually the little girl} We can't be sure.

Mordecai: So, the last recording we sent. It recorded some… things… that it shouldn't have ^{Nathan: How the hell did it keep recording when neither of us were tou-} Shut up.

Nathan: Make me.

Mordecai: …To put a long, convoluted story short, I'm currently assumed dead by everyone in town. Well, technically not dead, just missing, but most people think I'm dead. Which I'm not.

Nathan: That's skipping over a lot of the bullshit that happened, Mort, and you know it.

Mordecai: mumbled Can you just not talk until [unintelligible]?

Silence

Mordecai: I'll take that as a yes. Back on topic. Not dead, just missing, and it's gonna stay like that for a while. I've been hiding in… what is basically a graveyard–

Loud pop, kind of like when your ears pop

_{Mordecai: Did you do it? You're back?} ^{Nathan: Yes.}

Nathan: Hello. Mordecai's being dramatic. We're not actually in a graveyard–

Mordecai: We may as well be. I'm actually in an old abandoned house on the outskirts of Norwich. There's a cellar with a hidden bunker, which is where we currently are. We have a few photos…

Written on the photo: "CELLAR ENTRANCE"

Written on the photo: "BUNKER"

Mordecai: It pretty much IS a graveyard. Some serial killer hid 14 bodies on the estate back in 1951; In 1973 some cult or something did a bunch of rituals–supposedly satanic–that killed around 20; Then 6 people were murdered here in the past year.

Nathan: Not to mention the suicide 2 years ago. That had some…

Long pause

Sniffling, shuffling of feet

Nathan: Unique circumstances surrounding it. _{Mordecai: Understatement of the year.} Quiet.

Mordecai: Did I miss anything?

Nathan: A bit. Anyway, regarding the documents you found. My best guess is that the aboriginal people that were slaughtered had been trying to contact the people of Gumtree Outpost. And now they're trying to contact you guys. I'd focus on reaching the radio tower. But no one goes alone.

Mordecai: Speaking of alone, I thought that the camp was used by the one school? Also, how populated are your schools?? I mean, our high school had maybe 500 students? And that was three grades of students.

Nathan: Anyway, that should be all for now.

Mordecai: What about the…?

Nathan: Oh, right. I'm attaching a photo of a symbol we… found… in the building? awkward silence

Mordecai: [stumbling over words] A-And we were wondering if any of you what it means.

Sound of a door creaking open

Nathan: We have to go now. Bye!

_{((i'm so sorry i disappeared without warning my bad-))}

_{[with the letter, there's a picture of a lady with short pure white hair, and white wings, golden eyes, and three scars down the side of her face, most likely from claws. and she's wearing a black, slightly armored uniform. she's smiling in the picture ]}

Dear Thomas,
It's fine, i myself took quite a while to answer didn't i? (i'm sorry about that by the way)
Dan seems like a good friend! also, wherever you live, it sounds quite interesting.
i'm glad you like Anastasia! as long as you're happy, i think everything will be fine!
oh! and i managed to get a picture of myself! now we both know what the other looks like :)

don't worry about how much you can write! whether you write a little or a lot i'll still be glad to hear from you.
stay safe Thomas!
Sincerely, Dove

-Dove

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REPLYING! I was starting to get worried. The picture of you reminded me of Alexa. She’s always in her uniform, a dark green one to be precise. I love the word precise. She also has three scars like you at least I hope that’s you but they drag down from her eye her other is missing, sorry I had to scratch that out. She was reading over my shoulder. Anyways the wedding is coming closer I’m getting more nervous, do you think it will end up well? I’m trying to get reassured but even Dan says it’s a lost cause. Alexa at least is nicer but even she doesn’t like the idea of a wedding. EVEN ANASTASIA Says it’s just for politics. You know I thought weddings were also for a greater bond.

Anyways please tell me how you are doing. Is anything going crazy for you. I have to go Mom might catch me

-Thomas

P. S. I live in Anzanterio

Dear whoever gets this (If anyone gets this)
I am Syth, Sixth Duke of Hell
Sorry, Ruth always says I should introduce myself properly. But I'd rather just be Syth.
It's pretty quiet down here right now, it is the middle of the night after all. It's kind of hard being the only nocturnal demon. I never really see anyone so I thought I'd send a letter to someone and make a friend.

Please don't be put off by the fact I'm a demon! Like I said to Geer back when I actually talked to people, "Demons are just humans with magic and black color schemes".

Sorry this was so short, I want to see if someone gets this before putting that much effort in.
-Syth

Dear Thomas,
oh hun i wish i could ease your nerves and help you calm down, but there's not a lot i can do. i do believe marriages are for a greater sort of bond, but considering how different your situation is i can't give much of an opinion. i wish you the best of luck though! and if you ever need advice i can try my best to provide some for you!

as for how i am doing, i'm doing ok i suppose! it has been getting a bit wild though. me and my squad have been sent to Vraekar Kingdom for a while (which is partly why my letter took so long- travel time and whatnot), and chaos has already made itself comfortable among us. Ak Jay nearly broke one of his wings again, Cardinal is still terrorizing our new sniper, and the two scouts have lost their scout drones 3 times now. luckily it isn't as bad as it could be though.

anyway, how about a random question! to take your mind off things, and think about things you like instead! like… what are some hobbies of yours?
ah, i have to go now, Eagle is insisting he saw something we should investigate.
take care! and try to not stress yourself too much you if you can, alright?
Sincerely, Dove

P.S - Sparrow saw me writing this letter and he wanted me to tell you that he says hello!

(I'm sure you'd be allowed)

(can't wait to reply. this is so fun)

M.G

Oh wow. I was not expecting a response.

As far as I know, I'm the only nocturnal demon in the UpperClass. It gets pretty lonely up here.

A circus? That sounds pretty cool! And fire? Woah. I didn't think humans had Magic anymore. You have an impressive name, that would earn you a lot of respect down here.

I've haven't been on earth since- um- I'm not supposed to talk about it. But I might. Later.

-Syth

M.G.

It's still a cool power, I'd give a lot to have that simple of an ability. I can't even remember how to use mine anymore.

The UpperClass is the higher class of demons, the ones close to Lucifer. For example, the Dukes, the Lords, the Officers and Soldiers etc. We live in bigger houses near the palace (or in the palace). It's hard to explain.

Makes the horses? How do you make horses? And birds?

Who is Lady Earis?

I can't really tell you why we aren't allowed up there. I'm not allowed to do that either. But I might anyway. Later.

-Syth

P.S What does 'Terrible things abound' mean?

Dove-

GOOD NEW! Wedding got delayed, and I’m allowed to stay in bed today Do. The wedding is delayed for TWO WHOLE MONTHS, woo! To answer your questions, I like to walk, and jump on my bed. (And drink blue slushies obviously pretty sure it’s an addiction by now). Tell Jay I’m sorry about his wings, and tell Sparrow I say hi!

Gotta go I’m taking a nap.

-Thomas

(hey- hi- is this still open? if so, would my character be able to join?)