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Mysterious Mail: ( 8 ) : The mail is always bad this time of year, but it seems like something's gone a little extra wrong. You’ve received something that’s not quite right. Maybe it’s a box that looks like it’s from a completely different era, wrapped in brown paper and tied with dark twine. The box has scuffs and scrapes and a yellowed name tag--with your name and address on it. There is no return address and no indication where it came from. If you open it up you will find some sort of timeless item that feels as though it is easily decades old. It may not be particularly valuable, but this item seems to have been lost to time--and somehow ended up in your possession. Any time you look at it you are filled with the same sensation of timelessness.

Maybe it’s an old letter with no return address, no name on it; it's impossible to tell who it is from or how it got there, given that it might have arrived in your mailbox, your front door, or maybe it even just showed up inside your house. If you open it, the letter is dated from decades ago and contains some surprising information; it is a letter lost to time and contains some secret. The content of the letter is up to the player; it might contain a confession of love, an admission of guilt, the secret of some crime--no matter what the letter contains, it leaves you with news to reflect on. Do you try to seek out anyone mentioned in the letter? Do you investigate or try to hand the letter over to someone else? Does the content of the letter reflect your life in some way? ...Do you have to worry about someone breaking into your house to leave strangely coded messages?

Maybe you’ve gotten both and really need to phone up the post office to see what’s going on.


Magic, monsters, and frustrating students. All things that Albrecht didn’t want to deal with. So once he had managed to shoo off the intern and return to his office, the look on his face when he saw a stack of mail on his desk was the furthest from excited or surprised. Of course, there would be new things to add in and look over. The patron who owned the collection would be getting more items and paper from auctions with the season drawing to a close.

With a sigh, he locked his office door and plopped into his chair, turning on the small space heater beneath his desk and kicking off his shoes before even giving the stack a second glance. Stretching back in his chair, he felt that creak in his shoulder from where he’d pulled something the other day while powered up. Another reason he didn’t exactly like all this if he was being honest. The only reason why he kept looking into things was the fact that it was interesting. That and it seemed like Ekstrom had enough answers to keep him from getting too frustrated with it all.

Once he felt sufficiently warm, he leaned back forward and looked at the package. It didn’t seem to have any proper postage, but if it was brought from an auction, he wasn’t exactly sure it would have more than just the paper and twine to keep whatever crate or box it was in covered in transit. Picking it up, it wasn’t particularly large or heavy. It also didn’t seem to shift around either when he tilted it before setting it back down.

“Alright then…” With a sigh, he pulled the mat out and put on gloves to start taking the package apart. It was really wrapped, that thick paper sturdy enough to hold its shape even as he peeled it apart and set it aside. There weren’t any markings or any auction invoicing printed on it, but then agai,n he hadn’t had that every time. It just depended on the final sale order and whether it was included or given to the patron.

Inside all the paper was a simple-looking box, neither too new looking or too old. He kept it on the mat and handled it carefully either way. Pulling his desklight over to get a better view, inside it was an odd-looking coin, maybe a medallion? It didn’t shine like something newly minted, but even as he handled it gently and flipped it over, he couldn’t tell what language was on it or if it had any sort of date or year to go by, either. Tearing a bit of the glove with his teeth, he rubbed his thumb against the metal to try to tell what it was. Again, it didn’t feel like something he recognized, and it had him stumped. Out of all the things he’d seen come and go through this archive, he had nothing to reference it to.

Pulling out the wrapping again, he looked it over and saw that it was adressed to him directly, to his office with the address including his office’s room number. Looking at the medallion, a thought hit him and it had him groaning. It might be the same as whatever was inside the cube. With another drawn out sigh, he let his forehead hit the desk and closed his eyes.

So this weird stuff was following him to work now, too, great.