A Letter... [MPC 68]
Nov 3, 2019 4:41:07 GMT
Post by Mae on Nov 3, 2019 4:41:07 GMT
MPC Name: To Whom It May Concern
MPC Number: 68B
Reward Requested: Bits
Everybody has their ways to spend the night, don’t they? Some slept, some stayed up late, others engaged in less than savory activities under the cloak of darkness. Within the holy city of Luminas, however, far above the rest of the world, and far above even the streets of the city proper, a single feline had been locked away within her study, doling out letter after letter, and reviewing other facets of the work she undertook.
…
It was difficult to focus. Since this was a ‘work from home’ kind of night, she had opted to have a few drinks as she worked, and over time, her thoughts drifted from work to…towards someone. Someone that any reasonable woman would consider to be a one-time home invader with no redeeming qualities aside from being a walking space heater.
Maybe writing to her would solve this? It was worth a shot, in genuine honesty. She dipped her pen in ink, took out a blank sheet, and began to scribe her troubles down.
Dearest Embersong…
…I’m going to admit right now that I’ve never written a letter before. I’m not sure what it is I should even write here…How are you? As in how have you been? It’s been a bit since you visited, and with how much fun your impromptu(?) visit was, I’m almost a little sad that you haven’t come by since.
That’s not why I’m writing this, though. I mean, it’s part of it, but it’s not the point of this. I do hope it finds you well though, this letter I mean. Genuinely. The heart of the matter is…well, I’ve been thinking about you a lot? I don’t know how else I should word this, but it’s very much that. You’ve…You’ve been on my mind since that day and I don’t know how I feel about it. I don’t even know where or why these feelings and thoughts are happening to me but it’s throwing me off, in a sense.
It’s nothing against you, though. It really isn’t. Please don’t construe this as you doing or having done anything wrong. You’re wonderful. You’re absolutely wonderful and I’m happy to have you as a friend. I guess the intent behind this letter is to at least put…put things into words? …How dare you be so endearing.
I don’t know how you’ll regard this letter—I’ll tell you that much right now. I can’t see the future when it comes to this. Heck, there’s a lot of things that get skipped over in the grand scheme of things, this might be one of them. I don’t even know if you’ll read this or if your family’ll find this and laugh at it, but just…writing this feels a bit more therapeutic than it should?
I also should’ve mentioned this earlier, but I’ve been drinking a bit. Don’t worry, I’m fine. I
I think? I don’t know, it’s so warm…Could be warmer, though. …Something just…kind of hit me. I know I’ve said I’m weird in the past and I don’t know a lot of things that most normal people’d know, but…These feelings, is this what liking someone is? I don’t know. I really don’t know.
…
……
I feel stupid putting this down. I feel lost, clueless, any number of synonyms you could lump the phrase stupid in with is probably what I feel right now. Am I thinking too far into this…? Yes? No? Maybe?
At that point, the cat took a pause. Was she really thinking too hard about this? Should she even dare risking so much on a single letter? Nonetheless, the Meicrackmon opted to continue writing, perhaps she could put some finality into this letter so she could decide its final fate then and there.
You don’t need to reply to this if you don’t want to. Or answer those questions. I’ll understand if you don’t, I doubt I’d understand the answers themselves or why you came towards them. Just…I miss you. Visit soon, please.
No, really, it’s kind of lonely up here and the butler isn’t around a lot—though that’s more my fault than anything…
- Mae
It was at that moment that the sound of the door opening ripped the Meicrackmon’s attention away from the letter. “Lady Mae, I have returned. The unfortunate truth of the matter is that the pecking order got to the pancake batter before I could, so I needed to administer verbal fisticuffs, rather than procure an alternative.” This calm voice belonged to the most…mysterious thing to have come with the apartment, a thing that stepped in as he spoke.
A single Mamemon, with a bag of groceries. Mae simply waved him off. “Do you need to get the same mix every time…? How come you keep getting all this additional stuff, too? It’s not on the list or anything.”
“Lady Mae, you and I both know that I have to keep track of the essentials in this apartment because you’re either lazing around, working, or fantasizing about the home intruder.” The Mamemon glanced up at the study. “…What’s that there?” He gestured towards the letter, which Mae QUICKLY swiped up and folded. “It’s…uh. It’s nothing. I swear.”
“We’ve gone over a subject like this before. Whenever somebody states that something is nothing while concealing it, it’s clearly something important. If you need that delivered, I can aid with this. You need only ask.”
If there was anything Mae had doubts about, it wasn’t entrusting Mamemon with what she was writing. So…She obviously needed to deal with this herself. “No need, I’ll go ship it out. Um…Watch the apartment for me? Please?”
“You need not ask.”
To sum what happened next up in a succinct and clean manner, Mae pretty much bolted out of her own apartment and towards the post office, where after a long while of musing over whether or not she should send the letter…
Finally sealed up the proverbial deal and shipped it out. Where was it headed towards?
The Ancient City of Ys, of course.
MPC Number: 68B
Reward Requested: Bits
Everybody has their ways to spend the night, don’t they? Some slept, some stayed up late, others engaged in less than savory activities under the cloak of darkness. Within the holy city of Luminas, however, far above the rest of the world, and far above even the streets of the city proper, a single feline had been locked away within her study, doling out letter after letter, and reviewing other facets of the work she undertook.
…
It was difficult to focus. Since this was a ‘work from home’ kind of night, she had opted to have a few drinks as she worked, and over time, her thoughts drifted from work to…towards someone. Someone that any reasonable woman would consider to be a one-time home invader with no redeeming qualities aside from being a walking space heater.
Maybe writing to her would solve this? It was worth a shot, in genuine honesty. She dipped her pen in ink, took out a blank sheet, and began to scribe her troubles down.
Dearest Embersong…
…I’m going to admit right now that I’ve never written a letter before. I’m not sure what it is I should even write here…How are you? As in how have you been? It’s been a bit since you visited, and with how much fun your impromptu(?) visit was, I’m almost a little sad that you haven’t come by since.
That’s not why I’m writing this, though. I mean, it’s part of it, but it’s not the point of this. I do hope it finds you well though, this letter I mean. Genuinely. The heart of the matter is…well, I’ve been thinking about you a lot? I don’t know how else I should word this, but it’s very much that. You’ve…You’ve been on my mind since that day and I don’t know how I feel about it. I don’t even know where or why these feelings and thoughts are happening to me but it’s throwing me off, in a sense.
It’s nothing against you, though. It really isn’t. Please don’t construe this as you doing or having done anything wrong. You’re wonderful. You’re absolutely wonderful and I’m happy to have you as a friend. I guess the intent behind this letter is to at least put…put things into words? …How dare you be so endearing.
I don’t know how you’ll regard this letter—I’ll tell you that much right now. I can’t see the future when it comes to this. Heck, there’s a lot of things that get skipped over in the grand scheme of things, this might be one of them. I don’t even know if you’ll read this or if your family’ll find this and laugh at it, but just…writing this feels a bit more therapeutic than it should?
I also should’ve mentioned this earlier, but I’ve been drinking a bit. Don’t worry, I’m fine. I
I think? I don’t know, it’s so warm…Could be warmer, though. …Something just…kind of hit me. I know I’ve said I’m weird in the past and I don’t know a lot of things that most normal people’d know, but…These feelings, is this what liking someone is? I don’t know. I really don’t know.
…
……
I feel stupid putting this down. I feel lost, clueless, any number of synonyms you could lump the phrase stupid in with is probably what I feel right now. Am I thinking too far into this…? Yes? No? Maybe?
At that point, the cat took a pause. Was she really thinking too hard about this? Should she even dare risking so much on a single letter? Nonetheless, the Meicrackmon opted to continue writing, perhaps she could put some finality into this letter so she could decide its final fate then and there.
You don’t need to reply to this if you don’t want to. Or answer those questions. I’ll understand if you don’t, I doubt I’d understand the answers themselves or why you came towards them. Just…I miss you. Visit soon, please.
No, really, it’s kind of lonely up here and the butler isn’t around a lot—though that’s more my fault than anything…
- Mae
It was at that moment that the sound of the door opening ripped the Meicrackmon’s attention away from the letter. “Lady Mae, I have returned. The unfortunate truth of the matter is that the pecking order got to the pancake batter before I could, so I needed to administer verbal fisticuffs, rather than procure an alternative.” This calm voice belonged to the most…mysterious thing to have come with the apartment, a thing that stepped in as he spoke.
A single Mamemon, with a bag of groceries. Mae simply waved him off. “Do you need to get the same mix every time…? How come you keep getting all this additional stuff, too? It’s not on the list or anything.”
“Lady Mae, you and I both know that I have to keep track of the essentials in this apartment because you’re either lazing around, working, or fantasizing about the home intruder.” The Mamemon glanced up at the study. “…What’s that there?” He gestured towards the letter, which Mae QUICKLY swiped up and folded. “It’s…uh. It’s nothing. I swear.”
“We’ve gone over a subject like this before. Whenever somebody states that something is nothing while concealing it, it’s clearly something important. If you need that delivered, I can aid with this. You need only ask.”
If there was anything Mae had doubts about, it wasn’t entrusting Mamemon with what she was writing. So…She obviously needed to deal with this herself. “No need, I’ll go ship it out. Um…Watch the apartment for me? Please?”
“You need not ask.”
To sum what happened next up in a succinct and clean manner, Mae pretty much bolted out of her own apartment and towards the post office, where after a long while of musing over whether or not she should send the letter…
Finally sealed up the proverbial deal and shipped it out. Where was it headed towards?
The Ancient City of Ys, of course.
