[ are you having a peaceful evening? are you enjoying the sights and sounds of saltburnt? well, congratulations on finding a new companion tonight: this dog, with glowing hell eyes and fire collar and a stinky sulfuric perfume wafting along with her. if you step away from her, she will follow. if you move towards her, she will step back. just a little dance-y dance for about a few minutes before she decides she's had enough and leaves.
she knows you now. time to report back to her human. ]
We spoke, briefly, of collaboration. In the spirit of that conversation, I wanted to pass along what I've learned of the nature of death within the mansion.
While I cannot speak for your circumstances exactly, as your passing occurred prior to your arrival here, those who were killed here did not actually die. What they experienced was something adjacent to death, but not, as far as I can tell, a true death. That may have something to do with how easily all of those previously considered deceased were resurrected. And, I imagine, the facility with which this place has summoned forth those who died in their own worlds.
This is hardly as conclusive as I'd like, but a little progress is preferable to no progress at all.
[Close to the end of the year, Wanda will find a neatly-written note, attached to a pair of gloves in soft, warm burgundy wool, and a jar of tea to assist with insomnia or bad dreams set outside her door. There's also a box, full of tissue paper, with a snow(sand?)globe inside. In a careful hand:]
Ms. Wanda,
Thank you for the gifts. I'm fairly sure writing a thank you card is customary. The library has a lot of etiquette books, but they're all pretty old-fashioned. Still, it's my first time celebrating the holiday, so.
Abraham Lincoln (a duck friend of mine) is completely obsessed with the duckling. I've named him Gettysburg. How did you find something like him?
You mentioned my home. It's all ocean, very unlike here, but I thought maybe I could give you a piece of it, since I'm not sure what you like, yet. Thank you again for being so kind.
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a brief haunting.
she knows you now. time to report back to her human. ]
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We spoke, briefly, of collaboration. In the spirit of that conversation, I wanted to pass along what I've learned of the nature of death within the mansion.
While I cannot speak for your circumstances exactly, as your passing occurred prior to your arrival here, those who were killed here did not actually die. What they experienced was something adjacent to death, but not, as far as I can tell, a true death. That may have something to do with how easily all of those previously considered deceased were resurrected. And, I imagine, the facility with which this place has summoned forth those who died in their own worlds.
This is hardly as conclusive as I'd like, but a little progress is preferable to no progress at all.
Regards,
Emmrich
delivery; after secret santa
Ms. Wanda,
Thank you for the gifts. I'm fairly sure writing a thank you card is customary. The library has a lot of etiquette books, but they're all pretty old-fashioned. Still, it's my first time celebrating the holiday, so.
Abraham Lincoln (a duck friend of mine) is completely obsessed with the duckling. I've named him Gettysburg. How did you find something like him?
You mentioned my home. It's all ocean, very unlike here, but I thought maybe I could give you a piece of it, since I'm not sure what you like, yet. Thank you again for being so kind.
-- Koby