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xp_communication2008-12-14 11:54 pm
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Entry tags:
- c: .modsock: laurie collins,
- c: angelica jones,
- c: clarice ferguson,
- c: david haller,
- c: jennie stavros,
- z p1: c: .npc,
- z p1: c: .retired: catseye,
- z p1: c: .retired: jay guthrie,
- z p1: c: .retired: julio richter,
- z p1: c: .retired: monet st croix,
- z p1: c: .retired: nathan dayspring,
- z p1: c: cloud,
- z p1: c: kevin ford,
- z p1: c: manuel de la rocha
Letters of departure - left late Sunday night/early Monday morning
Each letter is left either slid under the recipient's door in a manila envelope or folded in a regular envelope outside of their door under a sculpture. The exceptions are Jay's letter which is left on his desk and Julio's which is left on the counter in his suite's kitchen.
Mr. Dayspring,
I know it’s not really goodbye since you’re letting me keep my job but it seems sort of strange to be leaving letters for all these other people and not one for you. Eddie doesn’t seem that happy about traveling but I think he’ll be okay. He’s going to be in my carry on. I don’t think the person sitting next to me will be that happy, but at least he doesn’t cry, meow or bark, right? Thanks again, for keeping me out of jail and giving me a job and Eddie and all. Guess I won’t be seeing you any time soon but I’ll probably talk to you soon.
-Kevin
Left with the letter is a matted ink drawing of Rachel smiling mid-giggle with Nathan's files floating around her.
Laurie,
I still don’t think you had any right telling Jay the stuff you did about me and my powers. I get why you did. I get that you were trying to help. I shouldn’t have been so mad at you but I was. I shouldn’t have refused to talk to you all this time either. So I’m sorry about that. I should have handled it better.
I’m leaving. I’m gone to California to start over. Yvette will know how to get in touch with me if you ever need to. I just thought you should know you were a good friend when I let you be one. Thanks for the meditation teaching. It still helps.
-Kevin
With the letter is a drawing. It has a mini Laurie angel and a mini Laurie devil sitting on each shoulder of the actual Laurie. The real Laurie's eyes are on the devil and she has a wicked smirk on her face while the angel Laurie is tugging on her earlobe and speaking frantically into her ear.
Clarice,
I get the feeling you’re going to be really cranky at me for this letter. I don’t like doing the awkward goodbye thing so I figured a letter would be easier. I’ll miss you, even if you insist on cheering me up when I want to hang myself. Don’t forget to glitter the newbies. Even if they smile a lot they still deserve the horror of it in their lives.
-Kevin
Left with the letter is a sketch of Rainbow Brite, with purple skin and the same facial markings as Clarice has, hugging Murky Dismal tightly while his arms flail.
Julio,
Try not to wake the neighbors now that I’m gone. I’m swapping places with you, I guess. Off to California, but I’m still technically prisoner until the US Courts decide I’m under control enough or something. Don’t know if that will ever happen though. Anything I left behind is yours if you want it. Or you can throw it out. I took everything I wanted or needed and tried to remember to get all the definitely useless stuff out of the suite.
-Kevin
Left with the letter is a sculpture two feet tall and consisting only of the colors brown and green.
Manuel,
“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” I don’t know, it seemed pertinent.
I’m out of here. Good luck staying sane. I mean that kind of literally. And good luck not letting all the anti-Manuel get to you. I’m worse with keeping in touch than I am with goodbye. If the quality of this letter is any indication you may never see me or hear from me again but I’ll not to help that along consciously.
-Kevin
The letter is left with a sculpture which is all gnarled metal on the outside but smooth, fluid wood trapped inside.
Jennie,
You’re on your own for waffle house runs. Or you need to find a new person to drag out with you. It may seem strange but you’re going to be one of the people I miss the most. Yeah, who saw that one coming? Anyway, I’m on a flight tonight and I just wanted to say goodbye, even though actually saying it just is kind of weird and awkward. Not that this letter is any less awkward.
-Kevin
Her letter is left trapped under a sculpture pieced together with sharp metal fragments and bones creating a sort of hideously misshapen and headless body.
Catseye,
I promise to not be gone forever.
-ShinyRoomBoy
Letter is left with a mouse made of rabbit fur.
Monet,
Technically not exactly goodbye. I’m keeping my job with ELPIS, from a distance, but I won’t be at the mansion anymore. Or anywhere on that coast. I don’t think Nathan will consider poking me for no reason in email work related but I guess you can try. Don’t let his head fall off or anything like that, though.
-”Kevvypants”
With the letter is a sketch of Monet asleep on grass with the sun shining down on her.
Jane,
I’m bestowing upon you the sacred duty of being the sole mischief maker in the office. I’m going to California. Actually, I’ll be gone and possibly even have landed there by time you read this most likely. You’re not actually rid of me, though, because I’m telecommuting to ELPIS, for now at least. Good luck with keeping Rachel from stealing all the candy canes before you can replace them.
-Kevin
The letter is left with a sculpture which is mostly blue and silver with some white, the metal having been shaped into fluid lines of wind or water.
Angel,
Thanks for your help with the memorial sculpture. Maybe I should have told you at the time but I didn’t want to distract from all we needed to get done. The reason it had to be finished on such short notice is because I’m leaving. Gone, actually, by time you emerge from the dark room again to find this likely. And thanks for all the random acts of fun. Even if that time I kissed your cheek did get me in trouble with Jay. (oops?)
-Kevin
With the letter is a sculpture. It's predominately red and orange. It forms a bowl shape reminiscent of a fireball.
Haller,
Thanks for all your help you’ve given me. I’m sure you likely heard from Dr. Samson that I’m leaving and transferring out to the west coast annex to continue my powers training and stuff. I think I’m going to go back to attempting wood carving with my powers like you suggested. I’ll send you something if/when I get enough handle on that to do anything with detail without tools. You helped me a lot while I was there. “Thanks” seems sort of falling short but I don’t have any other words.
Kevin
With the letter is an ink drawing of woods. On various tree trunks are etchings, but the etchings are line work copies of famous paintings from the Renaissance.
Jay,
I love you.
I almost think I should leave it at that since it’s the most important thing, but it doesn’t feel right to. I hope you get this letter. I keep refusing to believe you’re dead but I get the sinking feeling you are and that’s why if you do get this letter I won’t be here when you read it. I won’t be anywhere nearby, actually. Dr. Samson arranged for me to transfer out to California to the school’s west coast annex. You haunt me everywhere I go here and I don’t want to get rid of those memories but I can’t function with them following me around when you’re probably never coming back. You were the first thing that made having to be here not suck. You’re still the first of two reasons why I ever really liked being here.
I guess I’ve got to figure out how to function knowing you’re never going to be around again. And I’ve got to try to control my powers to some degree if I ever want to be allowed to roam free. I can’t do the first one in a place where I’m used to you being there. I can’t do the second in a place where I care about people enough to always worry about getting addicted to my powers again and hurt someone like I almost hurt you once. I can’t risk someone else not being here and it being my fault like my dad is. I can’t have another person not be here like you’re not.
I’m glad you found me that day before your car was attacked. I don’t read the journals, you know, so I found out days later what happened. I’d wondered why I hadn’t seen you since that day. It made it worse when I found out. It’s okay though, the trade off of pain was worth the last memories being more recent. I guess I’m babbling. I don’t know what else to say but I don’t want to end the letter because then that’s it. It’s done. We’re done. I don’t want us to be done. I’ve never loved anyone else. I don’t know if I will again. How do I walk away from all that we had? There was a lot of good stuff, you know. Even when it got bad there was good stuff. Sorry we never got that date you wanted before you dragged me into the pool with you.
I’m gonna miss you every day for a really long time. I know that. But I’m holding out hope that eventually you’ll be reading this and that means I’ll see you again, even if we’re both really different by time that happens. I’m keeping the necklace. It’s the only part of you I’ve got that can’t turn into ash. You’ll understand what I mean when you look in the book. By the way, I’m leaving you the sketchbook because I think leaving here would be pointless if I took it with me. Most of what’s in it is you. Or inspired by you. So I’m taking the necklace and my memories and leaving the rest for you. Keep it, burn it, throw it out, it’s up to you. It’s yours now.
You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I mean that literally. Person. Art. Nature. You’re it. You’re my pinnacle of beauty. The most sublimely fascinating thing to look at that I’ve ever found. I used to watch you sleep for that reason. Being with you was like touching grace. I know I sucked at showing it a lot of the time and didn’t even know what to do with it, but that’s the truth. It’s easier to write it than show it or say it. But you need to know that even if I never see you again. Even if you never read this it needs to be put out there. You saved me in a way. I don’t think you ever realized it. You stopped me from drowning. My life raft. I’d never have been able to do as much as I have up to this point if it wasn’t for you pushing me. If it wasn’t for that first kiss. You changed my life. If nothing else you will always have my respect, admiration and gratitude for that. Dr. Samson asked me to think of the move to California as a step toward something instead of running away from something. The truth is I’d never have gotten far enough to take a step toward anything if it weren’t for you.
I think maybe I should end how I started, with the most important thing.
I love you,
Kevin
P.S. I take back what I said about leaving everything behind, I’m stealing your acoustic guitar. If you get this letter and you want it back then talk to Yvette. She and I will be keeping in contact and I’ll bring it back for you if you want it back.
with the letter is left Kevin's sketchbook and a letter to Jay's family. They are all left next to a painting Kevin did for Jay's birthday of their entwined hands and music notes from one of Jay's songs hidden in the shading of the background.
Dear Guthries,
Most of you don't know me and probably never will. I was in love with Jay. Still am, really. I left him a sketchbook and a painting. I'm leaving the mansion and I realize that eventually when he's found he may not be with us anymore. So if he's found and the only place to put his body is in the earth because his soul's moved on I just ask that you bury that sketchbook and that painting with him along with the letter I left for him. I'd appreciate it a great deal.
Sincerely,
Kevin Ford.
Mr. Dayspring,
I know it’s not really goodbye since you’re letting me keep my job but it seems sort of strange to be leaving letters for all these other people and not one for you. Eddie doesn’t seem that happy about traveling but I think he’ll be okay. He’s going to be in my carry on. I don’t think the person sitting next to me will be that happy, but at least he doesn’t cry, meow or bark, right? Thanks again, for keeping me out of jail and giving me a job and Eddie and all. Guess I won’t be seeing you any time soon but I’ll probably talk to you soon.
-Kevin
Left with the letter is a matted ink drawing of Rachel smiling mid-giggle with Nathan's files floating around her.
Laurie,
I still don’t think you had any right telling Jay the stuff you did about me and my powers. I get why you did. I get that you were trying to help. I shouldn’t have been so mad at you but I was. I shouldn’t have refused to talk to you all this time either. So I’m sorry about that. I should have handled it better.
I’m leaving. I’m gone to California to start over. Yvette will know how to get in touch with me if you ever need to. I just thought you should know you were a good friend when I let you be one. Thanks for the meditation teaching. It still helps.
-Kevin
With the letter is a drawing. It has a mini Laurie angel and a mini Laurie devil sitting on each shoulder of the actual Laurie. The real Laurie's eyes are on the devil and she has a wicked smirk on her face while the angel Laurie is tugging on her earlobe and speaking frantically into her ear.
Clarice,
I get the feeling you’re going to be really cranky at me for this letter. I don’t like doing the awkward goodbye thing so I figured a letter would be easier. I’ll miss you, even if you insist on cheering me up when I want to hang myself. Don’t forget to glitter the newbies. Even if they smile a lot they still deserve the horror of it in their lives.
-Kevin
Left with the letter is a sketch of Rainbow Brite, with purple skin and the same facial markings as Clarice has, hugging Murky Dismal tightly while his arms flail.
Julio,
Try not to wake the neighbors now that I’m gone. I’m swapping places with you, I guess. Off to California, but I’m still technically prisoner until the US Courts decide I’m under control enough or something. Don’t know if that will ever happen though. Anything I left behind is yours if you want it. Or you can throw it out. I took everything I wanted or needed and tried to remember to get all the definitely useless stuff out of the suite.
-Kevin
Left with the letter is a sculpture two feet tall and consisting only of the colors brown and green.
Manuel,
“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” I don’t know, it seemed pertinent.
I’m out of here. Good luck staying sane. I mean that kind of literally. And good luck not letting all the anti-Manuel get to you. I’m worse with keeping in touch than I am with goodbye. If the quality of this letter is any indication you may never see me or hear from me again but I’ll not to help that along consciously.
-Kevin
The letter is left with a sculpture which is all gnarled metal on the outside but smooth, fluid wood trapped inside.
Jennie,
You’re on your own for waffle house runs. Or you need to find a new person to drag out with you. It may seem strange but you’re going to be one of the people I miss the most. Yeah, who saw that one coming? Anyway, I’m on a flight tonight and I just wanted to say goodbye, even though actually saying it just is kind of weird and awkward. Not that this letter is any less awkward.
-Kevin
Her letter is left trapped under a sculpture pieced together with sharp metal fragments and bones creating a sort of hideously misshapen and headless body.
Catseye,
I promise to not be gone forever.
-ShinyRoomBoy
Letter is left with a mouse made of rabbit fur.
Monet,
Technically not exactly goodbye. I’m keeping my job with ELPIS, from a distance, but I won’t be at the mansion anymore. Or anywhere on that coast. I don’t think Nathan will consider poking me for no reason in email work related but I guess you can try. Don’t let his head fall off or anything like that, though.
-”Kevvypants”
With the letter is a sketch of Monet asleep on grass with the sun shining down on her.
Jane,
I’m bestowing upon you the sacred duty of being the sole mischief maker in the office. I’m going to California. Actually, I’ll be gone and possibly even have landed there by time you read this most likely. You’re not actually rid of me, though, because I’m telecommuting to ELPIS, for now at least. Good luck with keeping Rachel from stealing all the candy canes before you can replace them.
-Kevin
The letter is left with a sculpture which is mostly blue and silver with some white, the metal having been shaped into fluid lines of wind or water.
Angel,
Thanks for your help with the memorial sculpture. Maybe I should have told you at the time but I didn’t want to distract from all we needed to get done. The reason it had to be finished on such short notice is because I’m leaving. Gone, actually, by time you emerge from the dark room again to find this likely. And thanks for all the random acts of fun. Even if that time I kissed your cheek did get me in trouble with Jay. (oops?)
-Kevin
With the letter is a sculpture. It's predominately red and orange. It forms a bowl shape reminiscent of a fireball.
Haller,
Thanks for all your help you’ve given me. I’m sure you likely heard from Dr. Samson that I’m leaving and transferring out to the west coast annex to continue my powers training and stuff. I think I’m going to go back to attempting wood carving with my powers like you suggested. I’ll send you something if/when I get enough handle on that to do anything with detail without tools. You helped me a lot while I was there. “Thanks” seems sort of falling short but I don’t have any other words.
Kevin
With the letter is an ink drawing of woods. On various tree trunks are etchings, but the etchings are line work copies of famous paintings from the Renaissance.
Jay,
I love you.
I almost think I should leave it at that since it’s the most important thing, but it doesn’t feel right to. I hope you get this letter. I keep refusing to believe you’re dead but I get the sinking feeling you are and that’s why if you do get this letter I won’t be here when you read it. I won’t be anywhere nearby, actually. Dr. Samson arranged for me to transfer out to California to the school’s west coast annex. You haunt me everywhere I go here and I don’t want to get rid of those memories but I can’t function with them following me around when you’re probably never coming back. You were the first thing that made having to be here not suck. You’re still the first of two reasons why I ever really liked being here.
I guess I’ve got to figure out how to function knowing you’re never going to be around again. And I’ve got to try to control my powers to some degree if I ever want to be allowed to roam free. I can’t do the first one in a place where I’m used to you being there. I can’t do the second in a place where I care about people enough to always worry about getting addicted to my powers again and hurt someone like I almost hurt you once. I can’t risk someone else not being here and it being my fault like my dad is. I can’t have another person not be here like you’re not.
I’m glad you found me that day before your car was attacked. I don’t read the journals, you know, so I found out days later what happened. I’d wondered why I hadn’t seen you since that day. It made it worse when I found out. It’s okay though, the trade off of pain was worth the last memories being more recent. I guess I’m babbling. I don’t know what else to say but I don’t want to end the letter because then that’s it. It’s done. We’re done. I don’t want us to be done. I’ve never loved anyone else. I don’t know if I will again. How do I walk away from all that we had? There was a lot of good stuff, you know. Even when it got bad there was good stuff. Sorry we never got that date you wanted before you dragged me into the pool with you.
I’m gonna miss you every day for a really long time. I know that. But I’m holding out hope that eventually you’ll be reading this and that means I’ll see you again, even if we’re both really different by time that happens. I’m keeping the necklace. It’s the only part of you I’ve got that can’t turn into ash. You’ll understand what I mean when you look in the book. By the way, I’m leaving you the sketchbook because I think leaving here would be pointless if I took it with me. Most of what’s in it is you. Or inspired by you. So I’m taking the necklace and my memories and leaving the rest for you. Keep it, burn it, throw it out, it’s up to you. It’s yours now.
You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I mean that literally. Person. Art. Nature. You’re it. You’re my pinnacle of beauty. The most sublimely fascinating thing to look at that I’ve ever found. I used to watch you sleep for that reason. Being with you was like touching grace. I know I sucked at showing it a lot of the time and didn’t even know what to do with it, but that’s the truth. It’s easier to write it than show it or say it. But you need to know that even if I never see you again. Even if you never read this it needs to be put out there. You saved me in a way. I don’t think you ever realized it. You stopped me from drowning. My life raft. I’d never have been able to do as much as I have up to this point if it wasn’t for you pushing me. If it wasn’t for that first kiss. You changed my life. If nothing else you will always have my respect, admiration and gratitude for that. Dr. Samson asked me to think of the move to California as a step toward something instead of running away from something. The truth is I’d never have gotten far enough to take a step toward anything if it weren’t for you.
I think maybe I should end how I started, with the most important thing.
I love you,
Kevin
P.S. I take back what I said about leaving everything behind, I’m stealing your acoustic guitar. If you get this letter and you want it back then talk to Yvette. She and I will be keeping in contact and I’ll bring it back for you if you want it back.
with the letter is left Kevin's sketchbook and a letter to Jay's family. They are all left next to a painting Kevin did for Jay's birthday of their entwined hands and music notes from one of Jay's songs hidden in the shading of the background.
Dear Guthries,
Most of you don't know me and probably never will. I was in love with Jay. Still am, really. I left him a sketchbook and a painting. I'm leaving the mansion and I realize that eventually when he's found he may not be with us anymore. So if he's found and the only place to put his body is in the earth because his soul's moved on I just ask that you bury that sketchbook and that painting with him along with the letter I left for him. I'd appreciate it a great deal.
Sincerely,
Kevin Ford.
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