07/09/2012

[bythewall]

WHO: 2012 Persona Users + Oscar
WHERE: Dormitory attic
WHEN: July 9th, 10AM-ish
WHY: Attic cleaning! And beginning of what will be a terrible disaster.

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[azuranthine]

Lillian sat by the window, deep in thought. How did one write a letter to a ghost? Did you show them formality or did you talk to them like they were still living? If Lillian had been a ghost, she would've wanted to have been treated like she was still human but maybe that was just her. Every thing Lillian had ever heard or read about spirits (not that it was a study she read about outside of fiction) hinted that it was best to insert a certain about of propriety and courtesy should be inserted into the communication. After another moment of total stillness and silence, she began to write in elegant, flowing cursive:

To whom it may concern,

Hello. I hope you're having a good afterlife and you're at peace.

Sincerely yours,

Lillian R. Taylor

P.S. We need to clear out some boxes of things we no longer use. Keep what you want and throw away the rest! :)

There. A nice, short greeting and warning before anyone tried to put anything in the mailboxes. Lillian sat the pen down in her lap, carefully tore out the page with her note on it, and neatly folded it first into halves and then into fourths. She picked up her pen and added a small doodle of a cartoon sun with a smiley face on it with an equally happy sunflower beneath it. It was summer so a summer theme might be a nice touch. Besides, the illustration helped it look a little less ordinary. Lillian was still sitting in her chair when Lester asked his question, debating whether or not to unfold the note and draw something on the inside, too.

"I guess so...." she answered a little uncertainly. This probably wouldn't work but at least there would be interesting mementos of this day for the future.

[cemetaryeyes]

Ezra grinned sheepishly at Ama, before he remembered seeing a green felt tip amongst the abandoned art projects in his pile. That'd do the job...

And if these were the same jeans... digging into his pocket, he extracted a folded square of paper. His little cousin Nina had begged to get her school supplies at the same time he did for the summer session, and he had dutifully assisted her in covering every inch of them with overly colorful stickers. To his amusement, a holographic pony still clung stubbornly to the backing. He flipped it over and found the pen.

Hello from 2012.
If you find this, the ghost stories about these mailboxes aren't true obviously. It's up to you if you want to tell anyone, though ;)

He wasn't going to entertain the ghost theory at first, but added, If you're a ghost, I hope the afterlife is treating you well. -Ezra

He capped the pen and offered it with a grin to Heather. "All that sleeping would get boring after awhile, don't you think?"

[alalma]

Amalia accepted the pen, then passed it to Rolf, having spotted a red colored pencil wedged between three faded whiteboard markers. So maybe red was an ominous color to be writing to the unknown with, but she liked red, and there was no problem in spicing up the writing, right? There was a few of the thin blue testing books, one of which she liberated a page from and then used the back of the book for support.

Hello, she began with a scrawl that most people called "cute", then frowned. It wasn't a sure thing that the ghosts or whatever they were would even speak English, but what were the odds they'd speak Spanish? And why was she even beginning to think that there might be ghosts in the first place? Someone was probably just sneaking in and taking the things in here to fuel the ghost story theory.

With a shrug, Amalia added, Hola, Buenos dias, Buenos tardes, Buenos noches, just so she had all her bases covered, and continued with Quierido Whoever You Are,

If you're a ghost, you won't need this, but if you're not, everyone has worries, so keep this with you. It's foolproof against worrying yourself to death, as of 2012!

- Amalia Escobar.

That accomplished, she placed the worry doll, its red sweater and black pants a stark contrast to the white paper, in the center of the note and folded it to include it inside. Since no one else was making a motion to actually do anything about the mailboxes, she looked at Oscar with an expectant grin.

"You know, Mr. Principal, we can't test out this ghost story of yours if you don't unlock the boxes."

[andsheletsgo]

Heather nodded to Ezra but still seemed to fret over it. "I-I suppose.." Then she mumbled a nervous thanks to the boy before going through her pockets to find a left over note with some notes about a book she read scribbled on the back of it. Ghosts would get bored after haunting some place - especially this desolate attic - for a while, so perhaps they would find that interesting as well. After thinking about what to write for a moment Heather started writing on the clean back side of the paper.

Dear Mister and/or Miss Ghost,

Please accept this humble note as payment for disrupting the peace of your precious mailboxes.

She slightly frowned for a few moments, thinking about something, before noting down some more. If you are human, I suppose this note does not have much use. I do recommend the book described on the backside of this note though. Even if you are a ghost after all, I am sure you could enjoy it.

Yours faithfully,

- Heather Richards

She folded the note, the letter part on the outside before handing the pen back to Ezra with the same kind of shy thanks.

[skinnendesol]

"Thanks," Rolf said to Amalia as he took the pen from her. Now, what does one write to supposed ghosts? He ripped a piece of paper from one of the blue test booklets that Amalia found and sat on his knees, using the floor as a surface to write on.

Hey there,

If you really are ghosts, then you shouldn't have a problem levitating all of this junk out of here. If you do that, it'd save us a lot of time, which you probably have a lot of. Also, you should probably haunt something cooler than a bunch of mailboxes, like Dom's car.

Because a flying/possessed car would be sort of awesome.

You can get all this done by the end of the week, right? Cool. Looking forward to seeing less stuff up here.

Thanks,

Rolf

That was entirely too long of a letter directed toward something that wasn't real, but whatever. He folded up the paper and approached the mailboxes, trying to decide which one to stick it in, once they were unlocked.

[inthatwild]

"I could've picked up my own mess," Emi hmpfed when Rolf bent down to clean up her mess before she got the chance. But whatever. If he wanted to do the work then she wasn't going to stop him. She just stood assured that she could've done a better job. She was quickly distracted again by the mailboxes again. The thought of ghosts gave her inner shivers that she wouldn't let show. She stood there trying to look as unimpressed as possible. However, she would have been lying if she said she wasn't interested. After a few of them finished their notes, she stepped over and yoinked the pen and a piece of paper from the last person holding them. What to write though... Well, it was just to debunk a stupid rumor. There was no reason to write anything elaborate.

Dear dead guys,
Surrounded by idiots. Send help.
♡ Emi

Her handwriting was as perfectly girly as ever, but it was legible. She tossed the pen and paper back to the person she had pulled them from and started folding the note into a perfect square.

Letting out another short low chuckle, Oscar complied with their requests and searched for the box that belonged to the first key on the ring. Kids of any age were so gullible. Their reactions to his suggestion was just further proof to him. He turned the key and the box was open. He raised an eyebrow when he saw some sort of paper inside already. His first guess was that it was some sort of charm, but he really didn't care much. He balled up the small slip and tossed it over his shoulder into the rest of the mess.

"Just put everything in this box," the tall man said, moving out of the way and pointing to the now empty box with his thumb.

[azuranthine]

Lillian stood up, note in hand, and started toward the mailboxes. She couldn't help but wonder what was on the paper Principal Ivors threw over his shoulder. Hadn't he said that anything put in the mailboxes vanished? So there shouldn't have been anything in there. This room was usually locked and there weren't many students around for summer session so how could it have got in here? Just was the last time anyone came in here, anyway?

I'm probably making too much of it, Lillian chided herself, shaking her head slightly. If the note she put in the mailbox mysteriously vanished, then she'd go looking for the paper the principal had thrown away.

Lillian walked up to the mailbox the principal had opened, tossed her note inside, and stepped out of the way so next person could do the same.

[megas_alexandr]

Dominick rose up from where he was kneeling, taking the now worthless box of junk under his arm. After Lillian had finished placing her note into the mailbox, he walked over beside her and did the same. He set it carefully atop the paper already inside. Maybe the pranksters would take a hint and find something a little more productive to occupy their time, like studies.

"There," he smirked, "best regards to the campus spirits."

Dumping the box onto the nearby pile of discarded items, he looked around the room. "And if we get the rest of this sorted through, there won't be anything left for these supposed spooks to mess around with."

Noting a crumpled piece of paper near his shoe, Dominick gave it a small kick. More garbage, huh?

[gruewings]

Sometime in the pen shuffle, Zoe had written her note as well:

Dear Ghost,

If found, send word to Zoe Katsaros of what the afterlife is like. I live in Room 603, the one with all the cranes. Try not to bother my roommate, Heather. She's scared of everything enough as it is, anyway.

Sincerely,

Zoe Katsaros

She hadn't written it in any semblance of seriousness (except for the part about Heather being scared of everything). It was just an amusing distraction in the middle of drudgery. Even if she couldn't get any use out of ghosts, pranks, or future mailbox-discoverers, it was still interesting.

She placed it in the mailbox, and then stepped away from the group, taking a moment to stand before the fan and suck up as much cool air as possible.

[turnofthewheel]

Lester folded his note (which he remembered to sign when he realized that was what everyone else was doing). He paused, unfolded the square, and made it a crane instead. A lopsided one but it would have to do. Hey, inspiration struck. What more was he supposed to do?

He stuck the note-carrying-crane-thing into the mailbox and stepped aside for the rest of the people holed up in the attic of doom.

What if the note really disappears? ... ... Mmm, no use thinking about what-if's. What happens will happen.

"I wonder how long it takes for the stuff to go missing?" he asked no one in particular. It looked rather like he was addressing the mailbox he had just moved away from.

[skinnendesol]

"Maybe it's like one of those boxes that magicians use. You put something in, close it, open it again in a few seconds, and poof! Gone." As Rolf said this, he stuffed his note inside the mailbox.

[alalma]

"If that's because of ghosts, you could blame that kind of quick reaction on boredom." Amalia grinned to show that she wasn't being entirely serious, but placed her note and doll inside with the others. She really wasn't expecting much out of this little experience, to be honest. Ghosts had other things to bother with besides mailboxes, right? But it would be interesting to see if anything would come from this.

[andsheletsgo]

Heather then approached the mailboxes and put her own folded-up note inside the one that was open, making sure to take a quick good look at the inside. She thought that perhaps there would be some kind of obvious trick to it, but it seemed like a regular mailbox. There wasn't a trace of ghosts either. But then again, those things weren't easy to see, right?

After that she quickly took a few steps backwards to be more outside the crowd instead of in the middle of it. It was already bad enough to be stuck with so many people in a cramped attic. "The mailboxes seem pretty normal, though.." Heather softly muttered.

[cemetaryeyes]

Ezra joined the group gathered infront of the mailbox and dropped his note ontop of the others. Whether or not they believed in ghosts, they'd all written something and was there anticipation in the air...? He'd almost be disappointed if nothing happened now.
"Trick mailboxes would be pretty useless in an office. No wonder they're collecting dust up here." Ezra shook his head in amusement.