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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[inthatwild]

(OOC NOTE: Okay, everyone post to this one thread so no one gets confused and out of the loop. ♥ Also, fyi, I usually avoid strict posting orders. Feel free to set one up amongst yourselves if you need to, but for the most part just post at your leisure. So no one gets held up and all that, ya know? :D)Yes, Emi knew she had to be up early. And, yes, she knew that she would be cleaning an attic with others. However, you wouldn't know it by looking at her when she finally entered the door. She had spent about an hour and a half in the bathroom preparing for the day that was likely to be a long one. Her hair was in perfect pigtails, and though she was wearing shortalls, they were her nice gray fitted ones. Not the kind you expected to get dirty in. To top it all off, she stood in the doorway with a Starducks iced mocha latté in her hand. Even if she had been pushing for time after spending forever getting ready, she was not going to last the day unless she ran to the Starducks down the street first

[azuranthine]

Unfortunately for Rolf, Lillian was too engrossed in her own search for a working pen to react to the heads up quickly enough. She attempted to catch it but it smacked into her hands and fell into the box she'd been looking through, papers rustling.

Lillian blinked, blushing slightly, picked up the notebook, and flipped it back to the blank page. She sat it down on the floor next to her and reached back into the box. There, I thought I felt a fountain pen somewhere in all that junk, she thought triumphantly and pulled out a cheap, black plastic ink pen that had clearly been chewed on at some point in its life.

"I found a pen," she quietly announced.

[megas_alexandr]

Dominick ran a hand through his hair. He guessed that no good efforts toward cleaning would happen until everyone's curiosity had been properly sated, and there wouldn't be much point to arguing the matter.

"Yeah, alright...why not?" He walked over and kneeled beside the box where Lillian had found the pen. He dug around for moment, sorting through what seemed to be mostly junk, until he found another (somewhat usable) pen. Sticking it behind his ear, he reached for his pocket and removed a thin, leather wallet. No sense in writing out a detailed letter to mice and pranksters, he thought, frowning.

Instead, Dominick rifled through until he found a wrinkled photograph of his car, an old '67 Mustang. On the back of the photo, he wrote: "Don't waste your youth on idle pranks and mischief, kick it into gear and pursue your dreams! - Dominick"

"Silly," he muttered, still kneeling beside the box.

[azuranthine]

Silly or not, it's getting us out of work, Lillian mused to herself, expression as serene as ever, giving no sign she'd overheard Dominick's comment. The summer heat was already making her feel drained and a little queasy; she could use a little rest before continuing to clean.

Lillian looked around for somewhere to sit, preferably somewhere she could inhale a little more fresh air. Spotting a rickety wooden chair with faded upholstery near the window, Lillian took a step toward it then paused. "Those boxes over there are full of junk," she stated, gesturing vaguely to the pile she'd been standing by.

[alalma]

Amalia was torn; haunted mailboxes piqued her interest, but her gaze strayed longingly to the open window. It was too nice a day to be stuck sifting through boxes, and the sooner they did that, the sooner they'd be done, but--

Haunted mailboxes.

She sighed (more like huffed) once she was back on her own two feet, then quirked an eyebrow at Ezra. "Hate to disappoint, but there's probably not going to be anything here that'll be worth pulling out later," she pointed out-- though she suspected he already knew that. Not that it was going to stop her from testing out this weird mailbox theory, so Ama followed Dominick's example and rummaged through her pockets until she'd drawn out one of her grandmother's worry dolls. Why she carried them around when she had one under her pillow, she didn't know, but it had always made her feel better.

"Any pencils or anything I can write with in there?" she asked, moving over to the box to investigate. "Maybe something not like a quill and ink?"

[skinnendesol]

"Yeah? So what? All of the boxes are full of junk," Rolf commented as he stepped over to the forming group. He glanced over Dominick's shoulder and chuckled at his message-- it was very... Dominick-like, at least.

"Come on, guys. Looks like we're writing to some ghosts," he gestured welcomingly at the others, and made a point to smile at the nervous-looking girl.

"See anything in there?" he asked Amalia as he pushed some boxes aside for sitting room for the group. He'd be fine with just a crayon or something.

[megas_alexandr]

As the other two started digging in the box, Dominick stuck the note into his shirt pocket, unaware that anyone had glanced over to look at it. Knowing they probably wouldn't find much, he handed over the pen to the students across from him.

"You guys can use this," he offered. "I think we can get a little more out of it before the ink runs out."

[andsheletsgo]

Writing something to ghosts seemed like a bad plan. Wouldn't they find it rude for mortals to write them a note? Then again, maybe the rude thing to do would to not write them anything and cause them to feel neglected. Either way it didn't seem too good. But if everyone else was doing it..

After a few moments of thinking Heather decided to join in, shuffling just slightly closer to the group but still keeping a safe distance. "Are you.. sure this is okay?" We're talking about haunted mailboxes, guys! "Ghosts wouldn't like their sleep to be disturbed, right..?" Her glasses slightly shifted down her nose, prompting her to push them up again.

[turnofthewheel]

After Ama was through and back on the floor again Lester collapsed backwards for a few seconds before hauling himself over to the mailboxes. He peered at them for a while. A little too long, maybe. He had to shake his head to snap himself back into reality.

He pulled out a little notepad he used to take notes in (and doodle in. Mostly doodle in) from his pocket and scribbled "Hello to the other side" on it. He stared at it for a bit before adding a doodle of something caught between a stick figure and a unicorn. He wasn't too sure about what it was, either. Oh well.

"Should I just stick it in one of the boxes, then?" he asked aloud.

[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

[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

[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 RichardsShe folded the note, the letter part on the outside before handing the pen back to Ezra

[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.
♡ EmiHer 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

[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.