( the snail mail correspondence meme )

[barememecessities]

the snail mail correspondence meme



You're away from home. For some reason, you're without any modern means of correspondence - maybe there's no signal for your phone, maybe you've got no phone with you at all. In any case, the only way for you to get in contact with others is by old-fashioned snail mail. Wherever you are, there's paper and writing tools enough to last you a while, though.

Now all you need is someone or something to get you started.






How to play:

- Post with your character, include name, fandom, preferences, etc.
- Others write your character a letter to get the correspondence going. Your character responds.
- Write letters to your heart's desire! Be as brief or elaborate as you want.
- Profit.

Comments

DC Comics ➔ Lois Lane

[spellcheck]

[ FINALLY, A REASON TO EXPLOIT THE FACT THAT LOIS CAN'T SPELL TO SAVE HER LIFE!! (read: all "correspondence" will be written "by hand.") ]

claude legrand ( oc ) ota

[divertissements]

( info about character in journal. most likely places for her to be in no specific order; some chateau in burgundy, marseille, london, rome, take your pick! )

Shigure | Fire Emblem: Fates | OTA

[shigure]

Frisk | Undertale

[forgottenchild]

[The thought that your friends will be smart enough to realize you lost your phone and find some other way to contact you fills you with DETERMINATION.

...

...

After a moment of thinking more on your friends, you hope Sans figures it out and informs the others. You also hope you get some random mail in the meantime. The thought of new friends fills you with so much determination you feel as though you might burst.

Or maybe that's just the snail pie.]

[factuar]

Dear reader,

Hello! My name is Talcott. I'm not sure if this will actually reach anyone, but I thought it might be fun to see who might find this. I enjoy reading and learning new things. My favorite things in the whole world are Cactuars!

[ He puts a picture of a Cactuar inside of the letter. ]

I hope this finds someone and if you have the time it would be cool to get a letter back!

Sincerely yours,

Talcott Hester.

[redgreenyellowyellow]

[Surprise! There's a letter waiting for Frisk, and also a lot of flower petals seemed to have been stuffed inside the envelop. Or maybe it all fell inside somehow, who knows?]

Greetings,

It is so nice to write to someone new. Here's to a budding friendship.

-Chara

wrench ( watch dogs 2 )

[t00l]

( lol. )

sousuke yamazaki | free! | ota

[shrugsitoff]

takashi shirogane | voltron: ld

[enkomion]

Sansa Stark | GoT | Open

[stonebird]

Vivi | FFIX | OTA

[haslived]

[The handwriting is small and neat, written in such a way that would indicate it's a child's first foray into writing.]

Hello,

My name is Vivi. I'm from... well I don't live in the Myst Continent anymore. Mog said he can send my letters anywhere in the world and that I can make friends that way.

I've traveled a lot but there are still many people I haven't had a chance to meet. What sort of things do you do for a living? I've been learning how to write and helping out around the village.

Thanks for reading!

[factuar]

Dear Vivi,

It is a pleasure to meet you! Er... Write you? I never knew Moogles were actually real until I got this letter. So imagine my surprise when I saw a moogle fluttering in front of my very own eyes. :)

My name is Talcott Hester. I think it's really cool that you've traveled a lot. Do you have any exciting stories to share? If not, that is also fine! What I do for a living? Well... I'm too young to actually have a job job, but with my Grandpa's notebook, I'm able to help out my friends a lot to find lost items and help escort innocent people away from dangerous places. So I guess that might be my job?

Please don't hesitate to write back!


Talcott.

Talcott Hester | FFXV

[factuar]

[ Send him all the letters! ]

Steve Rogers | MCU |

[brooklyn_boy]

[I'm feeling a 40's AU here perhaps. Let's chat. Hit the journal for prefs]

James Buchanan Barnes | MCU |

[not_without_you]

[See above.]

kell maresh; shades of magic

[nasvares]

( voicetesting. you want a letter hopped between worlds? 'cause it can happen. )

irene; the invisible library

[bookthefts]

( also here for your world hopping letter needs, honestly. )

John Tyree | Dear John

[coinoftheusarmy]

Margo Hanson | The Magicians

[ibiza]

steve rogers | mcu

[wearier]

Engineer | Team Fortress 2

[spah]

Katarina | OC | OTA

[wishesforhire]

[divertissements]

To the One Katarina, also known as Titania, titled Queen of the Fairies,

My sincere apologies that I have taken my time in writing you. Upon returning home to Paris, unexpected business sent me out on yet another travel expedition, this time to the south. Italy is much more bearable in spring than during summertime. The ruins of Rome never looked more picturesque than in the clear morning light of late April.

I am staying with an acquaintance of mine whom I came to know through the professor my parents engaged to teach me Latin and Greek. He is Italian, my dear Giuseppe, a scholar out in the Roman period and married to a very shrill soprano whose name I shan't speak. They have three grown daughters, all of them sopranos to their mother's delight. I shan't speak their names either. They simply haven't earned the attention.

The things we let slip into obscurity tend to disappear most fully, after all.

Thus, I'm writing you now, much later than I would have liked, because obscurity is not your domain and you do not belong there. What world you come from, I shan't be able to say. England is, by far, the most unromantic answer, so spare me. Tell me instead of something that constitutes your world view. I would like to see through your eyes, I remember still how enchantingly dark they were. I can only imagine what hues they mustn't cast life in.

How have you spent the past month and a half, I wonder? How does the British countryside appear in April? In what direction is your gaze drawn, when you look out the window? Have you thought about me at all or am I actually the one to have become obscured and forgotten? Not Pamina and the Three Ladies, not you.

I know that to your north lies London. To my north lies Paris. And further, further, further up, above our heads and above the mundane things, beckons Polaris which I can make out with my naked eye at this very moment.

Sincerely yours,
Claude Legrand

Nico Acosta | OC | M/F

[anoranza]

Evie Montgomery | OC | F/M

[la_bonne_chose]

Revali | Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild | OTA

[123voicetesting]

Ambrose Sinclair | original (vampire) | ota

[immortalized]

[ Send him any style of correspondence you desire -- written or electronic. Did you catch him in a production at the theatre known only to staff metahumans and the preternatural existing; do you seek counsel from a vampire on the fringes of supernatural culture; do you intend to warn him of something, or to threaten him? Maybe your letter/email/DM wasn't supposed to end up on his end of the world -- oops. (Label accordingly!) Supernatural or not welcome; established supernatural world setting or not also welcome. Assuming modern day.

alternatively;

[ It's a tattered and incredibly aged letter -- found tucked inside a book, a copy of the famed 'Lyrical Ballads', just as old, from the bottom of an antique traveling trunk. There is no address, not even an envelope, simply a paper folded in thirds. Within it is written no name, no recipient declared. The date is terribly worn away, June of the year 18-something.

" My heart is filled with so many heavy words I wish to let out, to let spill unhindered and empty me of my blustering despair. In my mind I have held so many conversations, confrontations, arguments with you, knowing you can no longer violate the barriers of my thoughts. In every one of them I have been harsher to you than I have ever been to anyone, unbearably indignant. It doesn't sound like me, does it? But that is what you have commissioned of me. You have wanted me to be more like you. You have made me just as you are, but it displeases you that I have not grown teeth as sharp as yours, or that I refuse to submit to this demon's curse. Refusing it is to refuse you. I have loved you desperately and dangerously, I have refused you nothing. You took, and I gave, and now I am emptied, yet full of this bitter potion that poisons me.

My curse is more vicious than that which you gave me. Mine anchors me to the earth from the pit of my stomach and aches with every breath I take. My curse is that I miss loving you, and that I am still longing to do so. My curse is suffocating myself under my own thorns, words meant for you that will never cut anyone but my silent lungs.

I know what is coming. I know what you do, I know what you are seeking to escape. Because you have interred me into this corpse, rendered me irreparably silent, I cannot spare even the strength to tell you that I know they are coming. I do not know when, but when they take you, I know I will finally be free. Only I could regard such a freedom as a loss to be mourned. "

No names are listed except for one, inside the cover page of this tired and well-loved book, addressed to Ambrose Sinclair, a gift from someone whose simple signature of two initials are stained and worn away, an identity lost to time. A google search leads to one Ambrose Sinclair in New York City, associated to a Teatro Immortale, a theatre of live creative performance, musical and otherwise, with an immediately accessible street address (as well as some show times, and customer reviews.) Could it be...a grandson from some generations down? A complete coincidence? You never know -- it could well be the very same individual. ]