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Prompt 4: The mail is always bad this time of year, but it seems like something's gone a little extra wrong. An old letter arrives shows up 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 are 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?
It had started as a quiet 'solo-mission' on Regula's part. He'd found the letter in the mail, given it a read and after making several queries at work he hadn't managed to make any headway... or at least not enough headway to deliver it to its rightful owner. Consequently it wasn't longer before he had ended up at her door, leant in the doorframe with a proposal. Orias was exceptionally creative and smart when it came to building eccentric things but when slightly more precision and finesse were required it was normally smarter to ask Namielle. Truth be told there were few people in the world, let alone this city, who eveb had two Mauvians at their disposal... But he had chosen to ask her over her rival and she was flattered.
This was how the Mauvian had come to be in possession of this old letter and a few brief facts that the police officer had managed to pull together. It wasn't much to go on but it was a start. She would have preferred more and as she flicked through the small details and reviewed the letter itself she let out a little sigh. She'd have to read between the lines for this thing. From what she could gather it was certainly a confession of love but with some of the words more faded than others it was difficult to isolate with certainty who it referred to.
She'd start with the name first.
If she could at least figure out what names it might be she could begin her search through city archives there. Just like when one wanted to build a family tree, she'd be able to shuffle through record upon record until she finally struck gold. She could only hope that Destiny City, and by extension any other city this letter was linked to, kept better records than some of the other places she'd seen. All being well she'd manage to get one name, then she could start building out contacts through that until she found someone who was likely to be alive.
...Of course in Destiny City where people went missing without any trace there was no guarantee that age would serve her well here.
Baby steps though!
If she did manage to find someone living then she could at least send the letter to them and by extension, it would either fall into the hands of the one it was meant for, other simply be a small piece of lost history restored to the right inheritors.
With her initial notes made she dove into the records to begin her search, beginning with the most likely names to have fallen into her estimated time period. If those failed she'd move on to the more 'modern' variants and then begin to change the name until she landed where she needed. She wasn't expecting to find gold straight away, but if she could at least uncover some updates that would make for a neat status report later. Small as it was, it still gave her little goosebumps to hear praise even if it was tiny. There was something different about another person's gratitude versus the adrenaline rush of victory in a video game, she couldn't explain it, but she rather preferred the former to the later...
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