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Details on Forscythe Quidlen for past several days.
Monday:
- Subject paced nervously about home for most of the day, periodically checking his stoop-side mailbox for post and then to his home scryphone for possible missed activity.
- Subject never leaves the vicinity of his domicile as if bound there by fear. What anticipated communication is keeping him so frightened in his own home?
Tuesday:
- Same as yesterday till midday when mailman arrives. Subject darts out door to grab a single letter right out of the mailman’s hand before it can be placed in the mailbox.
- Shortly after reading letter, subject appears in distress yet stops pacing for the first time in two days. Sits in window near chair and merely stares outside for some time.
- Nightfall comes without the subject leaving his residence again.
Wednesday:
- Early in the morning, subject finally leaves home with small pack of items and sets off in indeterminate direction out of Lolland Hills toward downtown Rando City.
- Never stops at any location as he walks through the streets for hours. Only once does he tarry for a moment as he passes by the offices of “The Rambler” yet only for a second or two at most.
- Near dusk subject finally reaches the apparent end of his journey, the Hippopparoo Ferry Depot, where he buys at ticket to the oddest destination, the city of Bob in Foth.
- Though the ferry doesn’t leave till early morning, subject waits at the depot anyway and simply sits on a dock bench and stares out at the restless sea; perhaps feeling a kindred feeling with the ocean’s turmoil?
Thursday:
- Hippopparoo ferry boards early and Forscythe is one of the first to take his seat.
- For much of first hours of trip, subject removes a letter, most likely the one from two days ago, and reads the note over and over again, placing it gingerly in his breast pocket between each examination.
- With a better view in this light I notice that the paper upon which the communication is written is completely black and the text is nearly imperceptible. Not a letter which seems of good intentions.
Personal Note:
- Considering the hasty exit I had to make from Bob last time I visited, I can only hope that my luck isn’t being pressed too far by returning so quickly. In all honesty though, it wouldn’t stop me one way or another, Miss Ghostseer’s hapless assistant is almost surely up to something and that ends soon…
Jack Procyon
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Details on Forscythe Quidlen for past several days.
Monday:
- Subject paced nervously about home for most of the day, periodically checking his stoop-side mailbox for post and then to his home scryphone for possible missed activity.
- Subject never leaves the vicinity of his domicile as if bound there by fear. What anticipated communication is keeping him so frightened in his own home?
Tuesday:
- Same as yesterday till midday when mailman arrives. Subject darts out door to grab a single letter right out of the mailman’s hand before it can be placed in the mailbox.
- Shortly after reading letter, subject appears in distress yet stops pacing for the first time in two days. Sits in window near chair and merely stares outside for some time.
- Nightfall comes without the subject leaving his residence again.
Wednesday:
- Early in the morning, subject finally leaves home with small pack of items and sets off in indeterminate direction out of Lolland Hills toward downtown Rando City.
- Never stops at any location as he walks through the streets for hours. Only once does he tarry for a moment as he passes by the offices of “The Rambler” yet only for a second or two at most.
- Near dusk subject finally reaches the apparent end of his journey, the Hippopparoo Ferry Depot, where he buys at ticket to the oddest destination, the city of Bob in Foth.
- Though the ferry doesn’t leave till early morning, subject waits at the depot anyway and simply sits on a dock bench and stares out at the restless sea; perhaps feeling a kindred feeling with the ocean’s turmoil?
Thursday:
- Hippopparoo ferry boards early and Forscythe is one of the first to take his seat.
- For much of first hours of trip, subject removes a letter, most likely the one from two days ago, and reads the note over and over again, placing it gingerly in his breast pocket between each examination.
- With a better view in this light I notice that the paper upon which the communication is written is completely black and the text is nearly imperceptible. Not a letter which seems of good intentions.
Personal Note:
- Considering the hasty exit I had to make from Bob last time I visited, I can only hope that my luck isn’t being pressed too far by returning so quickly. In all honesty though, it wouldn’t stop me one way or another, Miss Ghostseer’s hapless assistant is almost surely up to something and that ends soon…
Jack Procyon