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To All Whomst Live about This Lake, Most Kindly Residents, and their Spirit Kindred.

I write to you in the most sorry state, and I must beseech your goodwill to my lacking knowledge and skill so if that I write boldly with no invitation to do so you will look upon me with mercy if I have mistakenly given offense. You will do me the greatest kindness if you will take pity upon me, as I am now so far from home and so wholly without that which I know well. It is no small matter for me to be gone from where I came, I would not trouble your good humour with myself on anything less than the direst of situations.

It is paramount that in all haste that I send word to my homeland, as I have been assured no return is possible. There is a great matter for which it is my duty to attend and in such present circumstances as these, my absence will be a great misfortune. As I cannot leave in good time, I must at least send word to my Fathers that the succession has to pass to my sister due to this present situation.

I ask most heartily how I may do such a thing? I am at your mercy, please, take pity upon my lands, if not myself, for their are good and innocent citizens of the Isle that must be guided, as has been my family's duty for near 500 years.

Simply give me the means, and I will owe you a lifetime of gratitude, I have no more than the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet and the love of the Great Sea-Father in my heart. Ask and whatever you wish that I can give is yours if you will but help me with this.

In salt-air and In ocean wave, I plead as a faithful if a helpless servant of the Sea-Father,

Gilia St. Loe, of the Isle St Loe. Daughter-Sea to the Spirit of the Great Ocean, Second-Child of the Isle, She Who Sings with the Ocean to Give Prosperity.

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To Miss Gilia St. Loe,

I must regrettably inform you that at current, we have no means of sending nor receiving word beyond this realm, or even beyond the cage we live in.

However, I also bear less regrettable news: There is no need for anyone's Fathers to fuss over succession and heirs and whatnot, as it's promised that we are returned to the precise point in time at which we left - which is to say, no one will have time to notice you aren't there to uphold your duties, however long you may be here.

I hope this eases your worries. If not, I'd like to introduce you to a marvelous thing called 'ice cream', which would surely do the trick.

Most sincerely and with unusual formality,
Wei Ying, courtesy name Wuxian, of the city Yiling

P.S. Would you like one of the pamphlets? They explain quite a bit about this mess, things I surely forgot to mention - like the time thing that I've mentioned above.

P.P.S. I've said it already but I'm saying it again: Please, if you get hungry, I really do insist that you feel free to eat whatever you might find downstairs. Keep a tally of foods in your head if you absolutely must and we'll settle such things later.

[ Seeing an actual proper letter on this network is enough of a curiosity that Jiang Cheng actually takes the time to read the very long and painstakingly polite letter properly instead of just jumping to conclusions.

Alas, the conclusions are pretty much exactly what his first thought had been and thus, the curtness of his response is only a little bit lessened.

He does hesitate a little at how to address her, the unfamiliar terms are obviously titles but which and how to address her by it? She's obviously gentry, so manners should be minded, to some extent, even if the sheer extent to which she lowers herself in supplication makes his hackles raise rather than convincing him to help. ]

Daughter-Sea,

You would do well not to make too many promises to strangers, or to put yourself at anyone's mercy just yet.

None of us prisoners can help you send a letter home. If anybody offers, it's a lie.

If you want to go home, help us figure out how to fight our captors and escape this place.

Jiang Cheng, courtesy name Wanyin, sect leader of the Yunmeng Jiang

[ There. That is polite, right? ]

TLDR

learn to text like a normal fucking person ok???

sincerely yours,
Lana

you sing to the ocean??

[ What in the world is going on here it's amazing.

Since she's already gotten some answers, he's just going to change the subject completely. ]

What year are you from?

that's kinda long but uh
are you just asking if there's a way to send messages back home?
pretty sure that's impossible. but actually do let me know if somebody else said there's a way to do it
but yeah. i think this place is cut off /: sorry

@wei.wuxian, from within the same house but fuck it

@Jiang.Wanyin

@former.bank.robber

@derring.do

[Text, @atlas]

@brick.master ; text