To Lord Alexis Hargreaves
Dear Father,
I have found myself in this same town again, which I know we have visited before, and yet again I cannot find you.
But I remembered what I did last time and that if I wrote you a letter here, you would see it faster than by post and you would find me faster than if I walked around looking for you. I still do not understand this typewriter device but I hope you will see this letter.
I have found my way back to the theatre that Merryweather shewed me last time and I have found the rooms I think are ours. I did not hear you come home last night and I did not see you this morning, which I think very strange. I am very sorry, Father, to have got lost last night. I do not know what happened.
I am in the city square in the middle of this town with the fountain and the carousel. I am not playing on the carousel, Father. I will stay here to wait for you as I did before because that would be safest. I know you do not like me to be out without your permission. Please forgive me. I was trying to find you.
I am very sorry that I have got lost. I do not understand this town and I think I often get lost here. I promise it will not happen again. Please forgive me. Please come find me.
Sincerely,
Your son,
Cain
[Voice Post Begins]
((A child's voice, mumbling as though the speaker is talking to himself))
I don't understand why no one understands why they're not at home. Of course you're not at home. Or are you completely obli--oblivivous to what's going on around you?
Either your Mama and Papa are here, or they're not. So either this is where bad children are sent or your family is traveling and you got lost.
((A small, shuddering sigh))
I always get lost when we come here. I don't understand it. I--I just can't keep up with him here, or...something always goes wrong. It's my fault...
((A sniffle, then a pause, a shuffling sound around the microphone))
What's this thing doing? No, I don't want it to recor--
((click))
[//Voice Post Ends]
[ooc: The third (yes, third) appearance of little!Cain. Yet again lost and looking for Papa, but he remembers some of this now. It's like a tradition: Cain de-ages, and starts posting letters for Papa. Little!Cain is possibly, as Riff has left the City, from his pre-Riff years. Either way, he's a meanieface crybaby. Comment-log for those on the square if they want it, journal post otherwise.]
I have found myself in this same town again, which I know we have visited before, and yet again I cannot find you.
But I remembered what I did last time and that if I wrote you a letter here, you would see it faster than by post and you would find me faster than if I walked around looking for you. I still do not understand this typewriter device but I hope you will see this letter.
I have found my way back to the theatre that Merryweather shewed me last time and I have found the rooms I think are ours. I did not hear you come home last night and I did not see you this morning, which I think very strange. I am very sorry, Father, to have got lost last night. I do not know what happened.
I am in the city square in the middle of this town with the fountain and the carousel. I am not playing on the carousel, Father. I will stay here to wait for you as I did before because that would be safest. I know you do not like me to be out without your permission. Please forgive me. I was trying to find you.
I am very sorry that I have got lost. I do not understand this town and I think I often get lost here. I promise it will not happen again. Please forgive me. Please come find me.
Sincerely,
Your son,
Cain
[Voice Post Begins]
((A child's voice, mumbling as though the speaker is talking to himself))
I don't understand why no one understands why they're not at home. Of course you're not at home. Or are you completely obli--oblivivous to what's going on around you?
Either your Mama and Papa are here, or they're not. So either this is where bad children are sent or your family is traveling and you got lost.
((A small, shuddering sigh))
I always get lost when we come here. I don't understand it. I--I just can't keep up with him here, or...something always goes wrong. It's my fault...
((A sniffle, then a pause, a shuffling sound around the microphone))
What's this thing doing? No, I don't want it to recor--
((click))
[//Voice Post Ends]
[ooc: The third (yes, third) appearance of little!Cain. Yet again lost and looking for Papa, but he remembers some of this now. It's like a tradition: Cain de-ages, and starts posting letters for Papa. Little!Cain is possibly, as Riff has left the City, from his pre-Riff years. Either way, he's a meanieface crybaby. Comment-log for those on the square if they want it, journal post otherwise.]