Well someone works fast. [ What a good quality to have! Bucky approves. ] Eh, we're getting there. I talked to Mitch [ Yeah, they are totes on a nickname basis. Jealous? You should be. ] and he's not stopping us, just uhh not supporting us. At least not yet, but I can rent out video recording equipment! All that's left is sweet talkin' his intern to be our camera woman and we should be golden!
[True to his word, M sends him a PDF of the manual for a Robinson R44 (or this world's equivalent). He then sends the following text:]
Maurtia Falls. Marion Center helipad. Monday. Noon.
Just you and Grayson
[He then sends a link showing where the Marion Center helipad is. It was a private helipad for a large business, but ever since the business left, the whole site's abandoned.]
[On December 25th, Bucky will find a box on his doorstop addressed to him. Inside the box is three sets of DVDs: The Flash Gordon serials, the 1970 Flash Gordon movie, and the 2000s TV Series. At the bottom of the box is a letter, with Bucky's name in fancy cursive.
Inside the envelope is the following letter, written in neat, professional print:]
Bucky,
I'm not sure if you're even going to read this or not, and if you aren't you're completely justified in doing so. However, I felt that I owed you an apology and an explanation. I'm not going to dance around it—what I did was not cool. I shouldn't have left like that, especially after we talked about sticking together in Nonah 004. I screwed up, and for that I sincerely apologize. If you choose not to forgive me for it, I'll understand.
I do want to tell you my reasons, if you'll hear them (or I guess read them, as it were). I didn't just move out because just anyone asked me to. I moved out because Peter Parker asked me to move in with him. I don't expect that name to mean anything to you, but for me he means a lot. He's my father's best friend (as well as my best friend's father), and he helped to raise me. We may be from different universes, but in both that's a constant. Also the same in both universes was that I wasn't the nicest person I could be to Peter. Our family history is extremely complicated, and honestly it's not that I don't want to explain it to you so much as I can't. It's not my story to tell. I will say, though, that in both universes its left our relationship strained.
While I had been working towards making amends with the Peter in my universe, he wasn't fully ready to forgive me for what I had done (again, it's not that I don't want to tell you, so much as it would be betraying someone else's trust to do so), and honestly I couldn't blame him. I did some terrible things. I didn't used to be a good person, Bucky, and some days I still don't think that I am, but I'm trying. In this Peter's universe, things were slightly different, where things were strained, but I wasn't old enough to make the same mistakes I made in mine (I think I'm 8 in his universe). So as a result both of us were practical strangers to the other, even though we were both paradoxically so close. Ever since I got here, we've been making an effort to get to know each other, and over time I think the awkwardness passed.
Before I made the decision to move out, I'd been staying at a hotel in De Chima, lying to myself that it was to be close to work, but honestly it was because it was getting harder to go back to that house. This has nothing to do with you, by the way, and everything to do with the ghosts that haunt it. Did you ever wonder why there's a giant tandoor oven in the backyard? It's because I built it for one of my first roommates when I got here. She was from somewhere in Asia during the Middle Ages, I think, and she was having issues working the modern appliances. Pariya made some of the best bread you've ever eaten. Then there's your room itself. Remember how I briefly mentioned my best friend before? Well, she got here around the same time I did. Her name is May Parker, and for two months that was her room. Then she got ported out, same as Pariya. After that I honestly stopped learning roommates' names, but they also ported out as quickly as they came. Every time I went back there, all I could see were people that were no longer there, and it was beginning to be too much.
Peter and I wound up talking about that one day, and he reminded me that he's been stranded here for five years. Five, spread out between this universe and the one some people were stranded in before. I can't imagine how terrible it is for him to see people he cares about come and go for five years, when I can barely handle watching people I don't come and go for just under a year. It might have been selfish of me, since I have no clue when I'll be ported back home, but I couldn't let him live in that empty apartment by himself, the same as he didn't want me to live in an apartment filled with bad memories. He's my uncle, Bucky, even if we are from different universes. I felt my family needed me, and my family felt I needed him. I can't say no to family anymore, not after pushing the good ones away for as many years as I did.
Still, I should have handled this better. I shouldn't have been in such a rush to escape the bad memories, considering you are hands down the third best roommate I've ever had (learn to make amazing bread and you can get bumped up to second; sorry, no one can best May to me). I should have told you beforehand, and not have relied on someone else to tell you. While I might not have ported out, I did to you what all of my previous roommates did to me. In fact, I was probably worse, considering I simply moved away without telling you. And for that, I'm really, really sorry.
Like I said, I haven't ported out. I'm still here, only living in De Chima now. I want you to know that you have an open invitation to stop by whenever you want, the address is:
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Come over to yell at me, come over for a movie night, come over for any reason at all. Just because I don't live there anymore doesn't mean that we can't still hang out. I really hope that it doesn't, but as I've said before, I understand if it does. I betrayed your confidence and I shouldn't have.
Regardless of your decision, I hope that you have a very Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year, and a good 2016.
Hopefully still your friend, Normie Osborn
P.S. I bought you your gifts before I moved out. That's why the receipt is taped on the box set, so you can see the date. It's not meant to be an appeasement gift. I solely bought it because knowing your taste in movies, Flash Gordon was right up your alley.
[There is indeed a receipt taped to the TV series, dated November 27 (yes Normie went Black Friday shopping), with the prices and non-Flash Gordon purchases carefully blacked out.]
[On Christmas, Bucky will receive a box containing the following items: a toy helicopter and a stuffed chihuahua. Should Bucky not immediately throw the chihuahua away, he'll find there's a pocket in its belly, and in the pocket is a butterfly knife.]
[ The response takes a long time to come. He has to rifle through every message and contact he's had with this Midnighter in order to understand his cover's relationship. ]
You have weird tastes in men, pal You'd have a better chance picking me up in a bar
[ This time his response is instant. After his run in with Midnighter, he took his time to research everyone he had contacted so he wouldn't be blindsided by another call again.
The relationship he has with this "Dick Grayson" is a strange one, but one that promises information. ]
Hmm, let me check... [ It's clear already he's not by the sound of his voice. It's deeper than before. ] Defined abdomen, strong jawline, signs of stubble... I think you're safe.
[On Christmas, a box is delivered to James' door. Inside the box is a nice hardcover journal (akin to a moleskine), a smaller, pocket-sized moleskine, $20 gift cards to 10 various stores and restaurants in Nonah, and a note:]
Not sure exactly how much you've forgotten, and if you even know what Christmas is. I know for me people had a tendency to just assume I knew things, and holidays were definitely one of them. I'm not going to try to make the same assumptions with you. Regardless, I'm not exactly keen on the religious aspects of the holiday (whether or not there still are is a debate for someone else at a different time), but the gift giving part isn't all that bad. I know that we're not close anymore, but I still respect you--current you.
I remember what it was like to be overwhelmed by "re"learning everything and trying to keep track of it all. In my case I have a computer in my brain to do it for me. I know not everyone is so lucky. The journal's for trying to keep track of things--things you like, things you don't like, things that confuse the hell out of you (spoilers that one might never decrease), and things people mention to you that they expect you to know but you have no idea what they're talking about. The smaller one's so you always have something on hand. That was my thought behind them, but they're yours so obviously use them however the hell you want.
The gift cards are suggestions of things to try, see if you like them. These are based on suggestions from locals, so I can't speak to them personally. If any of the restaurants are good let me know. I'm always looking for a good bite to eat.
Merry Christmas, if that means anything to you. If not, enjoy your Sunday.
[ Perhaps it's a bit old-fashioned, but the message arrives for Bucky via mockingbird. Sealed closed by a wax mockingbird sigil, the letter is hand-written in careful cursive. ]
Dear, Mr. Barnes -
We have not spoken in some time. I trust all is well. I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within my city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I hope to inspire education and the spread of knowledge to the natives of Maurtia Falls as well as provide an invaluable resource to new arrivals here. But more than that, I wish to use it to pay homage to the natives who lost their lives within Maurtia Falls due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself and donations will be set up to be made to the families.
For this project to succeed, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is books, money, or simply your time. It would be an excellent way to give back to the community.
I thank you for your time, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.
Sincerely, Ambassador Petyr Baelish
[ OOC: You can feel free to just respond to this OOCly if he would donate anything or not! ]
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Maurtia Falls. Marion Center helipad. Monday. Noon.
Just you and Grayson
[He then sends a link showing where the Marion Center helipad is. It was a private helipad for a large business, but ever since the business left, the whole site's abandoned.]
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But what about our swell guitarista? He wants to come too!
Pleeeease, Mr. M, sir!
[ You can practically hear the dramatic petulant whine sound coming off the characters. ]
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Maybe watch some movies?
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Merry Christmas Bucky
Inside the envelope is the following letter, written in neat, professional print:]
Bucky,
I'm not sure if you're even going to read this or not, and if you aren't you're completely justified in doing so. However, I felt that I owed you an apology and an explanation. I'm not going to dance around it—what I did was not cool. I shouldn't have left like that, especially after we talked about sticking together in Nonah 004. I screwed up, and for that I sincerely apologize. If you choose not to forgive me for it, I'll understand.
I do want to tell you my reasons, if you'll hear them (or I guess read them, as it were). I didn't just move out because just anyone asked me to. I moved out because Peter Parker asked me to move in with him. I don't expect that name to mean anything to you, but for me he means a lot. He's my father's best friend (as well as my best friend's father), and he helped to raise me. We may be from different universes, but in both that's a constant. Also the same in both universes was that I wasn't the nicest person I could be to Peter. Our family history is extremely complicated, and honestly it's not that I don't want to explain it to you so much as I can't. It's not my story to tell. I will say, though, that in both universes its left our relationship strained.
While I had been working towards making amends with the Peter in my universe, he wasn't fully ready to forgive me for what I had done (again, it's not that I don't want to tell you, so much as it would be betraying someone else's trust to do so), and honestly I couldn't blame him. I did some terrible things. I didn't used to be a good person, Bucky, and some days I still don't think that I am, but I'm trying. In this Peter's universe, things were slightly different, where things were strained, but I wasn't old enough to make the same mistakes I made in mine (I think I'm 8 in his universe). So as a result both of us were practical strangers to the other, even though we were both paradoxically so close. Ever since I got here, we've been making an effort to get to know each other, and over time I think the awkwardness passed.
Before I made the decision to move out, I'd been staying at a hotel in De Chima, lying to myself that it was to be close to work, but honestly it was because it was getting harder to go back to that house. This has nothing to do with you, by the way, and everything to do with the ghosts that haunt it. Did you ever wonder why there's a giant tandoor oven in the backyard? It's because I built it for one of my first roommates when I got here. She was from somewhere in Asia during the Middle Ages, I think, and she was having issues working the modern appliances. Pariya made some of the best bread you've ever eaten. Then there's your room itself. Remember how I briefly mentioned my best friend before? Well, she got here around the same time I did. Her name is May Parker, and for two months that was her room. Then she got ported out, same as Pariya. After that I honestly stopped learning roommates' names, but they also ported out as quickly as they came. Every time I went back there, all I could see were people that were no longer there, and it was beginning to be too much.
Peter and I wound up talking about that one day, and he reminded me that he's been stranded here for five years. Five, spread out between this universe and the one some people were stranded in before. I can't imagine how terrible it is for him to see people he cares about come and go for five years, when I can barely handle watching people I don't come and go for just under a year. It might have been selfish of me, since I have no clue when I'll be ported back home, but I couldn't let him live in that empty apartment by himself, the same as he didn't want me to live in an apartment filled with bad memories. He's my uncle, Bucky, even if we are from different universes. I felt my family needed me, and my family felt I needed him. I can't say no to family anymore, not after pushing the good ones away for as many years as I did.
Still, I should have handled this better. I shouldn't have been in such a rush to escape the bad memories, considering you are hands down the third best roommate I've ever had (learn to make amazing bread and you can get bumped up to second; sorry, no one can best May to me). I should have told you beforehand, and not have relied on someone else to tell you. While I might not have ported out, I did to you what all of my previous roommates did to me. In fact, I was probably worse, considering I simply moved away without telling you. And for that, I'm really, really sorry.
Like I said, I haven't ported out. I'm still here, only living in De Chima now. I want you to know that you have an open invitation to stop by whenever you want, the address is:
< insert address here >.
Come over to yell at me, come over for a movie night, come over for any reason at all. Just because I don't live there anymore doesn't mean that we can't still hang out. I really hope that it doesn't, but as I've said before, I understand if it does. I betrayed your confidence and I shouldn't have.
Regardless of your decision, I hope that you have a very Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year, and a good 2016.
Normie Osborn
P.S. I bought you your gifts before I moved out. That's why the receipt is taped on the box set, so you can see the date. It's not meant to be an appeasement gift. I solely bought it because knowing your taste in movies, Flash Gordon was right up your alley.
[There is indeed a receipt taped to the TV series, dated November 27 (yes Normie went Black Friday shopping), with the prices and non-Flash Gordon purchases carefully blacked out.]
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The relationship he has with this "Dick Grayson" is a strange one, but one that promises information. ]
Hmm, let me check... [ It's clear already he's not by the sound of his voice. It's deeper than before. ] Defined abdomen, strong jawline, signs of stubble... I think you're safe.
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Not sure exactly how much you've forgotten, and if you even know what Christmas is. I know for me people had a tendency to just assume I knew things, and holidays were definitely one of them. I'm not going to try to make the same assumptions with you. Regardless, I'm not exactly keen on the religious aspects of the holiday (whether or not there still are is a debate for someone else at a different time), but the gift giving part isn't all that bad. I know that we're not close anymore, but I still respect you--current you.
I remember what it was like to be overwhelmed by "re"learning everything and trying to keep track of it all. In my case I have a computer in my brain to do it for me. I know not everyone is so lucky. The journal's for trying to keep track of things--things you like, things you don't like, things that confuse the hell out of you (spoilers that one might never decrease), and things people mention to you that they expect you to know but you have no idea what they're talking about. The smaller one's so you always have something on hand. That was my thought behind them, but they're yours so obviously use them however the hell you want.
The gift cards are suggestions of things to try, see if you like them. These are based on suggestions from locals, so I can't speak to them personally. If any of the restaurants are good let me know. I'm always looking for a good bite to eat.
Merry Christmas, if that means anything to you. If not, enjoy your Sunday.
- M
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Dear, Mr. Barnes -
We have not spoken in some time. I trust all is well. I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within my city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I hope to inspire education and the spread of knowledge to the natives of Maurtia Falls as well as provide an invaluable resource to new arrivals here. But more than that, I wish to use it to pay homage to the natives who lost their lives within Maurtia Falls due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself and donations will be set up to be made to the families.
For this project to succeed, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is books, money, or simply your time. It would be an excellent way to give back to the community.
I thank you for your time, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.
Sincerely,
Ambassador Petyr Baelish
[ OOC: You can feel free to just respond to this OOCly if he would donate anything or not! ]