Writing Thank You notes for someone who saved your life was a surprisingly difficult task. There was consideration that must be made to the kind of paper one used- the style, the font, the way that the ink would flow from the pen of your choice. Did you want something foil, or was that too gauche? Did you want something cute and cheap, though- it was your life, after all. Should you give them a gift card? Or was that putting a price on how much you valued your life? (Jada quite valued her life, but she wasn't going to buy everyone a trip to Fiji, that would be overkill. Maybe. Could she actually buy everyone who had come to help her a trip to Fiji?)
Jada made a note to look into private islands.
The cards had to be simple enough that it didn't look like going overboard, but stylized enough to be nice, and she wanted it to have a theme, but not.... tentacles. Or Kraken. You didn't thank someone for saving you with something tentacle-themed, it just wasn't done. Expensive paper. No monogram. And not embossed. (But she embossed for business partners, she should emboss for someone who kept her from getting squished like a bug.) No foil. No embossing. Just simple, high quality paper with no tentacles. And no purple ink. She wasn't going to go there. It would be simple, uniform, black. She had a ton to make.
Opening up her cell phone, she connected to the senshi database and started grabbing names, checking carefully against her scribbled list. Each name was written down carefully, the same generic message written out for so many of them. But there had been SO MANY people who had come to respond to her call, to help Scholomance, to help push back the Negaverse and make it clear that the loss of even one knight was unacceptable. Even if he was, as Hver had said, a four-fingered (one-armed) soldier with a limp and a broken mind. And no teeth. Still, he had a fierce bite, and his loss would have hurt the handful of allies that had come prepared to fight at his side even before her call.
Her pen scratched against paper late into the evening, verifying the spelling of names, and who had actually come to their aid, trying to ensure that no stone went unturned in gratitude for those who had come to help. She even made a note to send to the dark Moon Senshi- never let it be said she didn't acknowledge a good turn. The only one who didn't get a note was Hy-Brasil. Her devotion to Ice was... something Jada had been thinking a lot about, since Jada had nothing else to do with her time in this last day. (Maybe it wasn't a thank you she would need to be sending to that particular ally, but a promise to terminate any of her physical interactions with Isaiah. She was still waiting on the jury to call that one, though. And it was a focus for another time.)
Every lower-case 'i' was carefully dotted, every carefully-articulated 't' neatly crossed. She checked every note to ensure the ink didn't bleed, that none of the wording squished too much. And then she double-checked to make sure everything was somewhat standard, that everything was-
She was anxious. So anxious. So.... damn upset. Her arms hurt, her legs hurt, her back hurt, her heart hurt, and she was coping by focusing on this because if she didn't-- Ah, what did it matter. One by one she lay out the cards, considering, doing one final check that everything was perfect. Each card got a small envelope, on which she wrote their names, and left unsealed in case Scholomance had anything in mind for them.
Pressing her palms to her eyes, Jada stared at the clock on the mantle, then down at her computer. 4 AM. She settled the envelopes into her desk drawer, and then made her way down the hall to curl up in her oversized bed with her cat.
Jada made a note to look into private islands.
The cards had to be simple enough that it didn't look like going overboard, but stylized enough to be nice, and she wanted it to have a theme, but not.... tentacles. Or Kraken. You didn't thank someone for saving you with something tentacle-themed, it just wasn't done. Expensive paper. No monogram. And not embossed. (But she embossed for business partners, she should emboss for someone who kept her from getting squished like a bug.) No foil. No embossing. Just simple, high quality paper with no tentacles. And no purple ink. She wasn't going to go there. It would be simple, uniform, black. She had a ton to make.
Opening up her cell phone, she connected to the senshi database and started grabbing names, checking carefully against her scribbled list. Each name was written down carefully, the same generic message written out for so many of them. But there had been SO MANY people who had come to respond to her call, to help Scholomance, to help push back the Negaverse and make it clear that the loss of even one knight was unacceptable. Even if he was, as Hver had said, a four-fingered (one-armed) soldier with a limp and a broken mind. And no teeth. Still, he had a fierce bite, and his loss would have hurt the handful of allies that had come prepared to fight at his side even before her call.
Her pen scratched against paper late into the evening, verifying the spelling of names, and who had actually come to their aid, trying to ensure that no stone went unturned in gratitude for those who had come to help. She even made a note to send to the dark Moon Senshi- never let it be said she didn't acknowledge a good turn. The only one who didn't get a note was Hy-Brasil. Her devotion to Ice was... something Jada had been thinking a lot about, since Jada had nothing else to do with her time in this last day. (Maybe it wasn't a thank you she would need to be sending to that particular ally, but a promise to terminate any of her physical interactions with Isaiah. She was still waiting on the jury to call that one, though. And it was a focus for another time.)
Every lower-case 'i' was carefully dotted, every carefully-articulated 't' neatly crossed. She checked every note to ensure the ink didn't bleed, that none of the wording squished too much. And then she double-checked to make sure everything was somewhat standard, that everything was-
She was anxious. So anxious. So.... damn upset. Her arms hurt, her legs hurt, her back hurt, her heart hurt, and she was coping by focusing on this because if she didn't-- Ah, what did it matter. One by one she lay out the cards, considering, doing one final check that everything was perfect. Each card got a small envelope, on which she wrote their names, and left unsealed in case Scholomance had anything in mind for them.
Pressing her palms to her eyes, Jada stared at the clock on the mantle, then down at her computer. 4 AM. She settled the envelopes into her desk drawer, and then made her way down the hall to curl up in her oversized bed with her cat.
OOC: A small gift for all active order-side participants is below the spoiler. Sorry some of them are so generic. heart IC Scylla would like to hand-deliver them, if not in a Thank-You/Wrap ORP coming soon from Strick, we can arrange something one on one. Just PM me or DM me on Discord.
xDaekie
xRyuthulhu
xTorvil
xZaiaFantasy
xSylent Nyte
xSirene Naiads
xAurelius0815
xWhimsical Blue
xMerurulince
xNatsuko-neko
xa-disgruntled-dragon
xShazari
xlitian
xIvynian
xStrickenized
xNoir Songbird
xKaori_luv
xKaefaux
xa-disgruntled-dragon
xKitomyx
xmewrose
xSyrie
xLokisRose
xMeighei
xFiction1119
xParue
xGuine
