#dead letter society

[wehavekookies]

New game, new game! \o/ Tarot based and full of vampires.

From Montford Tales.

[solottrpgchronicles]

4b. Restless - Dead Letter Society (Emile)

Algonquin Park, March 9, 2024

I was all fired up and ready to investigate when I arrived in Algonquin, proud to have reached the destination before Ava; I thought it would be no problem to uncover some juicy news while talking to the tourists or surveying the area, but I'm feeling too restless, too unfocused to do anything useful.

Lately, my opinions about how great it is to be a vampire are rapidly changing. The old, confident me who just wanted to live as a vampire among humans, without any secrets, is but a fading memory.

I still want to live among mortals, but maybe not as I am right now; I miss being one of them. The main reason why I'm in this mess is my cursed condition; and now I find myself on the run from who knows who or what exactly, framed for inadvertently killing a monster, forced to go no contact with my family to protect both myself and them.

I feel uncharacteristically lonely. Most of my conversations with people these past nights had the hidden goal of seeking company and comfort, rather than investigating.

I met this mortal girl, Daphne, a social media manager who moved to Canada from Greece; after making the mandatory remarks about "oh, do you miss Greece?? I bet the weather is much nicer there!" We chatted about her job. I learned the following:

Social media users have, sadly, a short attention span (I could have guessed that one)

They seek new content all the time, while old content is easily forgotten

When it comes to viral news videos, the best way to make people forget is therefore to give them some new viral video to munch on

If I apply myself and Ava finally gets here and helps me, we could find out the solution to the mystery, which is probably way more interesting than what was going on in the video about me. We'll have to get the media involved somehow.

With that end goal in mind, I keep trying to investigate, but it's hard. These past few nights I've consistently seen the same group of mom friends hanging out at the hotel bar, drinking and laughing. One of their recurring topics - they talk really loudly - is how beneficial yoga and meditation are, how they can't live without the practice anymore, yada yada. All I recall about meditation is that you need to breathe deeply, "find stillness" and be in the present.

I don't know what got into me, but today before sunrise I stepped into the woods out back and I found a big rock just off the trail to sit on.

I tried to meditate.

Since I don't need to breathe, that part is useless to me, but stillness and noticing my surroundings are enough of a mental exercise. I'm not sure if I'm doing it right, but when I opened my eyes I noticed something half covered in mud, on the ground next to me: it was a clear resin ring with miniature leaves inside.

For some reason, holding that ring suddenly calmed me. I'm wearing it right now as a necklace, almost as if it was an amulet.

I'm being weird, I know, but so what if my mind is convinced this silly object is special? If it helps clear my mind, so be it. I want to listen, feel, really be here just the way I am.

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P.S: I just received a threatening letter from the Dead Letter Society. It said "Our dance begins", and attached I found a piece of crimson red paper... and one of my mom's old earrings.

What does it mean? Did they kidnap my parents? What's going on with the DLS?

Perhaps I shouldn't be here, after all. Perhaps I should go back to Montreal, even if it's a trap.

I don't know what to do.

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This is a playthrough of a solo TTRPG called "Dead Letter Society", by Rori Montford.

You can check it out on itch.io: https://montfordtales.itch.io/dead-letter-society

[loveelizabeths]

there is a love in which i will always know you, just incase you forget.

love elizabeth s.

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

[Text id:

"I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart...I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly." ]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of SylviaPlath

[sunkissed-summerdaze]

Hey,

Our souls keep missing each other. Soon, they'll meet up and synchronize.

-E.S. Tues, April. 23rd / 2024 5:36a.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

[thedeadpoetsraven]

I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[stantheanomaly]

I looked at you, and suddenly, every heartbreak I've ever had, made sense.

- Suvrahadip Ghosh, Making Sense

[amicus-noctis]

“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. ...live in the question.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Painting: "Young Man Tired of his Hometown" by Taryn Day

[hiyutekivigil]

12 february. homesick.

[ginasdiary]

Classic literature aesthetic 🕯️🩶

[chipsy]

I miss you so much, I couldn't put it into words. I only know that during those days and nights that I was waiting for your letters, it had felt so long and excruciating. But when I was able to read just a short line from your letter, I was delighted. Everyday, I was eagerly looking forward to your letter. I kept asking myself that... If my heart keeps yearning for someone all the time... whether in my sleep or while I'm awake, can I still call it an affection? Until I have finally found an answer. For me, it is more than just an affection. It's a burning desire.

[half-a-corpse-half-a-poet]

~ Emily Dickinson

[solottrpgchronicles]

3b. Trust - Dead Letter Society (Ava)

Toronto, February 10, 2024

Emile comes across as young and inexperienced in his letter; I don't even know this kid, and I'm worried about him already. Thankfully he doesn't seem recognizable from that video, but he still needs to be careful.

I find it suspicious that his first encounter with a mutated monster happened shortly after receiving my first letter. Perhaps I'm being excessively paranoid, but lately something feels amiss with the DLS. I don't know any other organization involved in the supernatural and with the same means as the DLS.

Furthermore, today I found out that Mr. Finch is sending them a copy of all my correspondence.

I don't understand why they deem it necessary - I've always been a role model, a perfectly behaved member of the Society. There is no need to monitor my actions, unless...

I've been trying to think of where I've heard of similar mutations before, but I can't focus. My mind is racing, thinking of how I've been unable to make any real progress on the issue at hand. It's so frustrating.

I could devise a way to send correspondence discreetly and away from prying eyes, plan how to travel to Algonquin without being followed, but it would only serve to alert the DLS even more. For now, it's best if I pretend like I know nothing while keeping an eye out.

On the other hand, what if Mr. Finch has a legitimate reason to send my correspondence to the DLS? It's unlikely, but he's been by my side for so long that some wishful thinking might be justified.

Either way, Emile is not the only one who needs to exercise caution.

Signing off,

Ava Bennett

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This is a playthrough of a solo TTRPG called "Dead Letter Society", by Rori Montford.

You can check it out on itch.io: https://montfordtales.itch.io/dead-letter-society

[loveelizabeths]

- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.

[floralpoeticss]

With you in my heart I can bear anything.

– Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena

[sunkissed-summerdaze]

Honestly,

I think about you too much. First thing in the morning, when the sun is fixated on waking me up from the dreams I have you. During the day, when I have nothing better to do, I daydream of you next to me. When I see something I think you’d like I drift off into thoughts of you. At night, when I’m winding down and wishing I was in someone’s arms… your arms.

It’s you… it’s always you.

And late at night, when I can’t sleep and the world is silent, I can’t help but wonder if you’re thinking of me too…

But only in my imaginary world is this real… you actually thinking of me… and you… together as one.

Silly me, there I go again dreaming of you…

Yours truly,

-E.S.