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thedogkeeper) wrote2030-06-10 04:16 am
thedogkeeper) wrote2030-06-10 04:16 am
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Doggie Delivery Service
Get a Message to the Dog Keeper
It is entirely possible to send messages to the Dog Keeper! While the Dog Keeper seems capable of sending text messages to characters, it does not seem like characters can find anywhere to contact the Dog Keeper directly through the phones. How strange! Oh well. Guess you'll just have to send the Dog Keeper a letter the old fashioned way! Characters will have to write up a letter and put it in an envelope with "TO THE DOG KEEPER" written where a typical address would be printed. It doesn't seem like a return address is required! Characters will then leave their letters in their mail boxes (apartments and dorms have mailboxes in the lobbies that match to room numbers). They may also send the Dog Keeper items of any shape or size. To do this, if it doesn't fit in the mail box, simply set it by the mailbox. Seems like the Delivery Dogs know what to do! No item is too big or small- and the greatest part?
It doesn't look like there's any charge on postal!
To contact the Dog Keeper leave a comment below and the Dog Keeper will respond eventually.
The Dog Keeper sends back letters- but they're all typed up. And of course- don't always expect helpful answers. Or any answers at all.
Get a Message to Someone Else!
While you wouldn't technically use this page to send a character letters/packages, you can assume that characters would be able to use the Delivery Dogs for similar functions with each other as well as the Dog Keeper.Meaning if your characters makes up a package/letter that they want to send to another character, you would execute this by having the character write up an address like they would in the real world on the package or letter and then put it in their mail box with the flag up (apartments and dorms have mailboxes in the lobbies that match to room numbers). For objects bigger than the mailbox, they only have to set it down near the mail box and flip up the flag (if there is a flag to be flipped)! All deliveries are made within a day.
To execute this ICly, you would just proceed with usual inbox interactions as always.
This is just an assumed background action among characters. You do not need to make requests/make it known on this page that you are using the delivery dogs for this purpose.
Get a Message to Another NPC!
Currently it is not possible to send letters/items to other NPCs other than the Dog Keeper. This may change in the future.If a character attempts to do so, they will find whatever item or letter they have sent in the mail box the following day....
....Only it'll look strangely as if it's aged several hundred years in one sitting.
How odd.
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Gosh, I miss pizza. And burgers. If fries aren't a vegetable then pizza definitely is.
(These are important matters to discuss. Peter is right though. She is tired. The Great Sleep had been draining on her, and so was her father coming into the picture once more. Right now though she felt safe. She felt okay.
She teeters towards the edge of the desk then sits down with a glassy sounding 'thunk'. Her legs jut out over the edge and she looks about as comfortable as a doll can look.)
I think this is a fine enough spot as any. Thank you. (Moss was soft. The cardinal cozies in next to her and she leans against it. The cardinal rules were definitely different forSodder, but they applied the same logic. While she was here, with Peter, she was untouchable. Mother Superior and her father couldn't reach her here. They couldn't hurt her.)
Yes. She always had such cool powers! (In person, Sodder seems younger, seems more emotive and more herself. She almost doesn't seem to know how to fully express herself anymore without going overboard or under.)
I loved her. She was-. A good friend.
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As she talks of food, though, the man's stomach gurgles needily; he puts a hand on it, moaning with the regret of not having a deep dish pizza in front of him this very moment.] Maybe we shouldn't talk too much about food, for both our sakes. There hasn't been a whole lot to go around lately, especially thanks to those nuns.
[He's a little sharper in the face, because any weight loss on a guy who's just muscle leaves the slow-grown angles to cheekbones. Even still, this is a welcomed change of pace from sitting around and worrying about everyone else, for a hot minute.
His smile falters slightly, though.]
... I'd gotten the red paper from this — this deer who wandered around helping people with monsters. It's been giving people who are kind to it these slips to write names in, to protect people for a little bit.
I had been wondering what happened to Ramona, and I've had so many theories about her and Doug and — oh, Doug's the Dog Keeper, I named him, sorry. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind telling me what happened to her? Did she go home or... maybe... die one too many times here?
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(She stares for a long moment at Peter. Knowing that the Sleepers were struggling had been one thing. Really seeing it was another. It reminded her of the Wastes, and her whole body slumps.)
And she is right. I am sorry, Peter. I'm so sorry.
(Again, she falls quiet. This time for a longer time, contemplating how to put into words what had happened to Ramona Derwin.)
She made an enormous sacrifice for me. My momma and her both did. She...She didn't go home or die. She let herself be trapped here. Forever. Or...at least until I...stop dreaming.
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[... And... the sad thing is, he'd probably do the same thing as Ramona without question. But that's probably not something Sodder wants to hear, that some idiot is willing to lay his life on the line for her or the others in the town. That's just a Spider-Man thing, right? Can't even help himself. He's gotta look out for the little people.
The little, little people. Hes smiles sympathetically, tapping the tip of his finger on one of her hands.]
Ramona knew what was worth fighting for, sounds like. And it seems that your mom's really great, too. My aunt... she made a big sacrifice for a lot of people back home, so I can tell from experience what people who're protective and kind and full of love are.
[A pause.]
I know people have seen traces of your mom around... We haven't seen Ramona, though — or is she in plain sight, and we just don't know it? Like... the deer who'd given us the papers? Or like Doug? Where'd she go here, J?
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Thankfully his tapping distracts her and she's looking back up. A few of the flowers blossom open a bit wider near her, carrying a potent smell of fresh flora with them.)
They were both great. I don't know how some people turn out so good like that, like your aunt or my momma or Ramona. I guess that is just how the universe makes them.
(Sodder, curiously, considering she comes from a 1950s small town in America, doesn't seem interested in using 'God' descriptors.)
You met her, all right. That black deer...It's her soul. She's always trying to move between the layers to try and help... 'swhy you don't always see her. Sometimes she's in--you know. (For a split second, everything around them goes harsh and ugly, the walls peeling, the moss and flora dying, a rancid smell filling up the air. All of Peter's things seem to turn to ash and dust, but then as soon as it happens, everything goes back to normal. Nothing actually destroyed, nothing actually rotten.)
She and the others try to help keep too many monsters from coming here. And if they come through, she and the others try to help you all. They try to fight.
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... The deer are all the people before us?
[But this brings about another important topic, though now he's got probably too many questions about this whole 'layers' thing. Maybe the being dead part's a tie-into it. He'll do his best not to overrun her with too many unpleasant things to think about, but... it's important. For all of them. It's important to know.
If we keep dying here over and over, do we become something like that...? Like a deer?
These... statues come up, when we pass away here. I've always wondered about them. I'm not really sure why people lose their memories, either, but I figured it sounds really similar to... how the dog keeper forgot so much about themselves.
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Everyone that I bring here has an essence. It's what I ...feel when I am all alone in the Great Sleep. It's what I grab onto when I bring you here.
(She raises a hand, pointing it right at Peter's head.)
I don't know what to call it- but it comes from there. From your minds.
(She's never been able to fully grasp her powers. And, as a child, she's only ever been able to describe it in vague metaphors or using drawings. So this? This is a struggle for her.)
Whatever it is, it's only a small part of you...At first. When people die here, they bring more of their essence into this world until eventually they leave their impression on it. You guys get so sick after you die because...your souls are being ripped through space and time and rearranged to manifest here more physically each and every time you die.
...in the shape of a deer. It...It was the only way we could think of to keep you from ever really truly dying. Ramona sacrificed all of her power, and her conscious mind, to make it so you guys could have more chances to come back as people. She worked with me to make it so- so you guys wouldn't just be lost to death. It's...We know it isn't perfect.
It was selfish enough to bring you here, so I didn't want you to be able to really die on top of it. The statues are to try and keep your soul from coming here all at once. But eventually...You are lost to the statues. And they become the deer you see wandering around- the deer that help you. The deer are-. Were... Sleepers. Antlers are so strong because you're all so strong. Every antler has the power of every Sleeper that has ever been or ever will be...
(Sodder sinks on herself then, the surface of the doll's skin starting to splinter and crack.)
Oh-. I think-... Peter. I'm getting cold again. I don't know how much time I have left here.
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He reaches out and grips her small hand, unsure what else to do.]
It's okay. I'll try to get you more time like this, okay? I'll let everyone know about the red paper. And I'll let everyone know about the deer; they might not realize how important it is, to not die so many times.
... U-um.
Is there — anything I can do for your time left like this?
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(You can almost hear a gentle chastising in her voice, but it's growing thinner.)
I'm sorry. My dad...He's right sometimes. It is my fault you ...are stolen. Trapped here. It's my fault...That monsters come here.
(The cardinal flutters its wings a bit frantically, like it's just as desperate as Peter to potentially try and help. Only Sodder's face is cracking more and more.)
No. Worry about yourself, Peter. Worry about the other Sleepers. Your kindness has already been more than enough for me. Take care of each other. You need to--.
(But before she can tell Peter what he needs to do, she crumbles away into porcelain dust. The moss and flowers on Peter's desk shrivels up with her, and the cardinal vanishes into fire and smoke. They are gone.)
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[The cardinal and Peter might as well be the same entity.
But there's nothing to do. There's no magical spider power that just — keeps a person alive in front of you, safe and sound. God, if only there were. He'd have a whole lot less baggage and grief in his life. And while he knows that Sodder isn't completely vanishing, there's an urgency and fear in him, that same screaming sound in the back of his head that demands him to do better, to rescue anyone that needs rescuing.]
No, no — I'll take care of you, too, okay? Don't give up on yourself. That's my job, right? To protect you, too. I'll save you; I can save you, too, I swear I'll do whatever I can —
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In the ensuing silence, he drops his forehead into one hand, left to helplessness once again.
... Back to the drawing board. C'mon, Pete, don't let it get to you yet...
In the space behind him, the television hums back to life from 'commercial break' —
"Welcome to the Games-!"]