ITP: Candygram ... ?
[Normally, mail doesn't arrive in camp for people except once a year, at Christmastime. However, today, some of you might find a plain white envelope left in plain sight for you. There is no return address or sender, but your name has been handwritten across the front in handwriting that is familiar to you.
Open the envelope, and there will be a short letter addressed to you. It's been a while, hasn't it? How are you doing? I miss you.
It's a very nice letter. Too bad it's from someone who died years ago--and what's with the weird stains on the bottom?]
((Nothing in these letters codes as weird or supernatural, for those of you who can sense such things--the whole long-dead and gone thing aside, they are perfectly ordinary letters. I WILL BE AROUNDISH but not tagging everyone so PM me as Hakuren in IRC, or else enjoy your shared trauma.))
Open the envelope, and there will be a short letter addressed to you. It's been a while, hasn't it? How are you doing? I miss you.
It's a very nice letter. Too bad it's from someone who died years ago--and what's with the weird stains on the bottom?]
((Nothing in these letters codes as weird or supernatural, for those of you who can sense such things--the whole long-dead and gone thing aside, they are perfectly ordinary letters. I WILL BE AROUNDISH but not tagging everyone so PM me as Hakuren in IRC, or else enjoy your shared trauma.))