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Prompt 9 (Mysterious Mail): The mail is always bad this time of year, but it seems like something's gone a little extra wrong. You’ve received something that’s not quite right.
Maybe it’s a box that looks like it’s from a completely different era, wrapped in brown paper and tied with dark twine. The box has scuffs and scrapes and a yellowed name tag--with your name and address on it. There is no return address and no indication where it came from. If you open it up you will find some sort of timeless item that feels as though it is easily decades old. It may not be particularly valuable, but this item seems to have been lost to time--and somehow ended up in your possession. Any time you look at it you are filled with the same sensation of timelessness.
Maybe it’s an old letter with no return address, no name on it; it's impossible to tell who it is from or how it got there, given that it might have arrived in your mailbox, your front door, or maybe it even just showed up inside your house. If you open it, the letter is dated from decades ago and contains some surprising information; it is a letter lost to time and contains some secret.
The content of the letter is up to the player; it might contain a confession of love, an admission of guilt, the secret of some crime--no matter what the letter contains, it leaves you with news to reflect on. Do you try to seek out anyone mentioned in the letter? Do you investigate or try to hand the letter over to someone else? Does the content of the letter reflect your life in some way? ...Do you have to worry about someone breaking into your house to leave strangely coded messages?
Maybe you’ve gotten both and really need to phone up the post office to see what’s going on.
Maybe it’s a box that looks like it’s from a completely different era, wrapped in brown paper and tied with dark twine. The box has scuffs and scrapes and a yellowed name tag--with your name and address on it. There is no return address and no indication where it came from. If you open it up you will find some sort of timeless item that feels as though it is easily decades old. It may not be particularly valuable, but this item seems to have been lost to time--and somehow ended up in your possession. Any time you look at it you are filled with the same sensation of timelessness.
Maybe it’s an old letter with no return address, no name on it; it's impossible to tell who it is from or how it got there, given that it might have arrived in your mailbox, your front door, or maybe it even just showed up inside your house. If you open it, the letter is dated from decades ago and contains some surprising information; it is a letter lost to time and contains some secret.
The content of the letter is up to the player; it might contain a confession of love, an admission of guilt, the secret of some crime--no matter what the letter contains, it leaves you with news to reflect on. Do you try to seek out anyone mentioned in the letter? Do you investigate or try to hand the letter over to someone else? Does the content of the letter reflect your life in some way? ...Do you have to worry about someone breaking into your house to leave strangely coded messages?
Maybe you’ve gotten both and really need to phone up the post office to see what’s going on.
Delivering for Nagisa’s often meant that Vanya wound up going to some pretty weird places. Sure, he had his reliable customers whom he knew well—the coven of anarchist lesbians had recently made him really tasty Hanukkah cookies despite most of them and Vanya himself not being Jewish—but he also had things happen like getting called on to deliver just an appetizer to the back of a truck at the night market during an outrageous wrestling-or-something competition. If not weird places, work often called on him to encounter weird Destiny City bullshit, like the giant bat that he and Fang had tried to fight back at Halloween.
Today………Vanya wasn’t sure where today ranked on the weirdness scale. Normally, he didn’t need to deliver to any of the local post offices? But it also didn’t seem like too weird a concept. Post office staff worked long and often thankless hours, regularly dealing with shitty customers, and Vanya couldn’t imagine that it got better around the holidays.
When he arrived at the office, it sure felt like his intuition had been right about that. The flock of lunch break customers all lined up stretched well past the little maze of silver-plated poles and stretchy, seatbelt-looking material that tried to create more space for the line. Like some kind of evil dragon that didn’t appreciate customer service workers, the horde of them even poured out onto the sidewalk, leaving barely enough room for Vanya to wheedle his way in there, once he’d fixed up his bike to the nearby garbage can. Looking up and down the massive line, Vanya slouched.…… Would’ve been more tolerable if any of them looked, like, less ragingly pissed off about the packages they had in-hand? Better yet, any of them could’ve had name-tags to identify whether or not they were the person Vanya was meant to be delivering to, somebody who’d put the order in as Kiki.
Unfortunately, texting the number attached to the order didn’t get Vanya a helpful answer. In response to his announcement of his arrival, the person on the other end texted back, Sorry, I put in the order for my cousin, ne’s had trouble getting away for nis lunch break lately. Ask somebody for Haruhi Tatsuhana!
………Great. Vanya hated this.
Still, Kiki had attached a really good tip to the order, like matched the order’s price for a tip and everything, which provided ample motivation for Vanya to take a deep breath and call out, “Hey, is anybody here ‘Haruhi Tatsuhana’? Somebody called Kiki sent a lunch order for Haruhi Tatsuhana?”
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