𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬;

[mobezon]

Who: open to the formally known pit folk!!
When: late may.
Where: horizon — louis' domain.
What: therapy meetup mingle!!
Warnings: probably anything that arises due to trauma from the invocation event.

 

{ it took weeks and some planning to figure out where to send the letters. they will all contain the same message with a blank envelope and wax seal. if anything, while his mind was searing in the pit, he'd memorized faces even if he didn't know everyone's name. therefore, a letter having been sent out at the start of the month is addressed to all. it'll give time for them to arrive, considering he had to send them from nocwich. }

To The Once Pit Folk,

If I am to have done this correctly, then a letter has arrived for you. We were part of the ones taken from our respected factions. I had only arrived to Solvunn when I found myself in the company of not only the dirt and grime of a dark underbelly, but also in the company of you all. Our paths may have crossed back then, or they may have not. We were still there all trying to keep our sanity intact. I’ll try and keep this short.

It has been three months since we were all taken. I have found it is important to find ways to come to terms with what had occurred, and what better way than prohibition alcohol? I jest. Alcohol was outlawed for decades during a slight part of my life, and it seemed to have more enticement when it was forbidden. The delicacies of alcohol can only do what a gentle breeze on a hot summer’s day can. Briefly.

I invite you to come to my domain and remain as we are still around. Call it a celebration, a gathering, a nothing. I will hold space on May 24th in my domain. There will be a sign. Once you’ve found Storyville, you will have arrived. If you choose to leave the troubles of the pit fully behind, I still extend an open invitation to drop by at your leisure and time.

It is a simple invitation of which can be accepted or ignored. Burn it if you'd truly want. I’d like to believe we hold agency, even if our borders say we must honor the faction we have been given. Humbly consider. I know more than anything the importance of community care. I refuse to neglect again. And yes, I do have plenty of alcoholic beverages to offer. I also offer the sounds of what had once been my home. I do hope you don’t mind jazz. If you have not heard it before, then allow me to enlighten you.

We Remain,
Louis de Pointe du Lac

Comments

[magicalarchaeologist]

Istredd was trained to be unfailingly polite and diplomatic like all of the mages. They had to be ready to be sent to courts and represent the Brotherhood proudly, even for someone like him who preferred to go into research and scholarly pursuits. He also just doesn't really have it in him to be rude. That only happens when it seems necessary, but most people in Thorne have never heard a sharp word out of his lips.

"No, I don't usually drink, but it seemed like the festive thing to do." Drinking anyone under the table was very unlikely. He can stomach more than most people though that could be more due to his altered body than experience. Mages are not humans like everyone else after their ascension. That's why their aging slows to nearly nothing.

He does sip the drink though since it is the thing to do in someone else's space, and it's a bit more intense than the wines or ales he is used to. Not in a bad way. Just surprising with the bitterness and he makes a slight face.

"It's always interesting to see what other people make. I think ... this reminds me of some of the other spheres. Are you from a version of Earth?" That is a word that sometimes happens in the continent, but it's not an accurate description. When all the spheres collided, they became different. "We have many people here from some variety of it. And from different points in time. Technology is near non-existent in mine."