[letters to: anyone: 10/19/34]

[noonesfavor]

[The letters are handwritten and barely readable. The first is clearly the result of boredom and not much else.]

Knock knock! Is anyone alive over there?

-C.C.

[The second, written spur of the moment is, sadly, more put together. Zardoz's ticket has got him thinking!]Hello future persons. I have a story of possible interest to you

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Sorry, couldn't resist

[pen_vs_laptop]

[Lynne had to tilt her head and screw her eyes a little to try and decode C.C's messages however, what bits she could read made her lips quirk a little in amusement. After reading through it twice to make sure she read it right, she replied in pink, neat and legible writing]

Dear, C.C.,

I can't say I'm a regular user or fan of Zardoz either but thanks for the info anyway. I don't know if I'll grab a card myself but I'll be sure to pass the tip on [there was that meeting on Sunday after all. She thought for a moment before writing the next bit. If Zardoz could be wrong about one thing, couldn't it be wrong about certain other things? And even then...she was curious]

If you don't mind me asking, what do you mean by its misled you? It's answered one of the questions I asked it before ['with annoying accuracy' is crossed out to ineligibility] pretty well.

Cheers,

Lynne Sawyer
10/19/12

<3

[noonesfavor]

[His reply is a bit more legible. Just a bit. Charlie is starting to get jealous of the future and their awesome pens. He is definitely going to hound Lester for one of them now

[pen_vs_laptop]

[Lynne's thankful for the increased legibility; this time it only takes one try to get it all. She frowns a little when she reads about Zardoz and Heather, thinking, before brushing the thought aside to write

sorry for edits!

[noonesfavor]

[Charlie reluctantly heads back to his room and digs out Lester's letters and some of his own scrawled notes before replying. No way is he giving Lynne bad information.]

Lynne,

I drew a mustache on his case. It was an attempt to brighten up the place - the attic is still very dreary in this time period! Zardoz then erased it simply by glaring at it and called me a pig. He seemed to change his tune quickly enough after I paid him, though. I suppose if demons like money, why not fortune telling machines

Np~

[pen_vs_laptop]

Dear Charlie,

I see [There's a cat-smilie drawn. The fact Zardoz apparently had to power to glare off vandalism probably should have worried her more but the mental image Charlie painted made her smile] I can't imagine the attic's much better in this time. It's probably a bit creepier, actually. [Then again, she could only blame herself for that one but it wasn't like she'd wanted to keep that creepy puppet in her room...]

They might be. [Though Lynne would be much happier, or at least a lot less bothered, if the names were just weird nicknames to keep track of them, she still remembered what else Zardoz had said] I'm not sure though... He said something about 'power in a true name' or something like that. But you're right, who can say at this point?

I think she's doing all right. [It was hard to tell with Heather sometimes.] Have you talked with her?

Cheers,

Lynne Sawyer
October 20, 2012

sorry for the lateness!

[noonesfavor]

Lynne

It's fine~

[pen_vs_laptop]

Dear Charlie