[the handwriting on the neatly folded letter delivered to Abigail's address is unique, to say the least]
Hi-ho, Abigail, How is my favorite poltergeist? My apologies for not writing sooner: you know how things have been! I'm turning into a simulacrum, which is feeling like I got the long straw: no bloody mess, no death, just a lot of pain and a few physical tics. When you've been through weeks of MI5 torture, this is child's play.
Anyways, I am working on setting up a little social circle. Making friends. Warden Javert is surprisingly easy to work with! But I've yet to meet someone who knows a good deal about how the magic of this place works. If you know anyone like-minded who would be up to sharing some secrets for a cut of what I bring in, I'd owe you a favor, and dinner.
Written Letter, 8/30
Hi-ho, Abigail,
How is my favorite poltergeist? My apologies for not writing sooner: you know how things have been! I'm turning into a simulacrum, which is feeling like I got the long straw: no bloody mess, no death, just a lot of pain and a few physical tics. When you've been through weeks of MI5 torture, this is child's play.
Anyways, I am working on setting up a little social circle. Making friends. Warden Javert is surprisingly easy to work with! But I've yet to meet someone who knows a good deal about how the magic of this place works. If you know anyone like-minded who would be up to sharing some secrets for a cut of what I bring in, I'd owe you a favor, and dinner.
Ta,
JM