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[knightofratatosk]

[Morning finds Emil lugging a bulging knapsack up the road to the bridge near CH #1, the ends of what look like a couple of glass bottles sticking out of it. Whatever is inside it seems to be rather heavy-- he has to stop every few yards to rest, but he's determined to make it to his destination despite this.

Once he gets to the bridge, he unzips the knapsack and begins unpacking the contents. Inside is a whole array of glass bottles, each one containing a letter addressed to a friend who has left Luceti. Richter, Marta, Tenebrae, Horatio, Luke, Faize, Lloyd, Genis-- each one of them (as well as several other people) gets a letter. He figures that with all of the creepy supernatural stuff going on lately, maybe, just maybe, if he drops these bottles into the stream now, they'll somehow reach the intended recipients. It can't hurt to try, right? If nothing else, it might make him feel a little bit better about hearing voices and seeing things.

... or so he hopes.]

Comments

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ Hey, it's not like he's hiding in the bushes or anything. He only does that to try and startle Spock. ]

I hope you didn't drink whatever was in that.

[knightofratatosk]

[He totally didn't just jump a little bit there, nope.]

Gah! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there... um, what's wrong with what was in the bottles?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Relax, kid. It was a joke.

[ Although he looks far from jovial. More concerned at the moment as he watches the bottles sail down the stream. ]

[knightofratatosk]

I'm not littering, if that's what you're worried about.

[Since... well, that was what Raven and Jack had assumed.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I would hope not.

[ He just assumes the droids would clean them up. ] Messages in a bottle is pretty rustic, even for this place.

[knightofratatosk]

I just thought that if we really are being haunted by spirits, maybe... maybe they would get these messages. I guess it is a dumb idea....

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

We're not being haunted by spirits.

[knightofratatosk]

How do you know for sure?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Because they don't exist.

[knightofratatosk]

... I exist.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Are you a disembodied voice? Wearing a white sheet?

[ Don't make him pinch you, boy. You're a special exception. ]

[knightofratatosk]

No, but...

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

These things everyone is seeing and hearing? Not real. Fake. Most likely created by our hosts.

[knightofratatosk]

But there's still a chance they could be real, so that's why I want to try sending these messages. Even if nothing happens, at least I'll know that I tried.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

... Hrm.

[knightofratatosk]

Um, I have a few extra bottles if you want to send any messages too.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ Good God, how did he know. ]

... She won't get it.

[knightofratatosk]

[Because for all of his derp, Emil can somtimes be surprisingly insightful.]

You can still try.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

No. I'll keep it all up here. [ He taps his temple. ] Can't have every Tom, Dick and Harry eavesdropping on me while I don't have any encryptions.

[knightofratatosk]

En... what?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

... Nevermind. Computers.

[knightofratatosk]

Oh, like those things in the Iselia ranch. They were all broken, though.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

And they would be better off that way.

[knightofratatosk]

What's so bad about computers?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

If something goes wrong, certain death.

[ ... An exaggeration, but this is Bones talking. ]