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srwug_alpha_rp2012-08-02 10:34 pm
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Eighth Shot | Correspondence
Dear mum,
I've had more time to write to you lately because of the orders the Major Sakamoto left for us after our last sortie. I think she just wanted us to have more rest after the liberation of Britannia from the Neuroi. I'm grateful for it, but I don't feel right having gone to only the more peaceful patrols and having taken only small roles. I know it's what you and Wilma would want for my safety above it all, but I think they're all still part of my team. Especially so with Yoshika having gone more often into these missions. I still want you to meet her, but if Wilma ever gets assigned to our ship, please tell her not to tease too much.
Please continue to write. It's a shame it's hard for us to get mail with the Chalice constantly moving, but every letter makes me really happy. Please tell me more about what's happened to Britannia. I've read people celebrated that day, and I've heard some rumors that the pubs have been more populated lately in spite of the things going around the planet.
I hope it is not too much of a problem, but I would appreciate it if you convinced dad not to invite me to“get shitfaced” “get pissed” “go drinking” the next time we come. I know it amuses Wilma, but I don't think I am a good drinker. Besides, I do not want to have the Major with us if she ever drin embarass her if it happens.
Take care of yourselves at home, and tell Wilma I miss her. I love you.
-Lynette
[
1) Later within the day, Lynette spends her time writing in the mess hall this very letter. However, she sees you approaching.]
I hope I don't bother you... But could you help me with a letter?
[
2) Later on, the letter is finished.]
Somebody catch it before I lose it!
[Problem is, the wind happened, and there's now an easily tired witch chasing a flying letter.]
3) Finally, at the end of the day, having spent more time on the letter than she thought, she decides to go napping. Alas, given it is a sleepy witch that had crossed over the sleeping hours, and without the proverbial cat (actually a doberman) in the house...]
I've had more time to write to you lately because of the orders the Major Sakamoto left for us after our last sortie. I think she just wanted us to have more rest after the liberation of Britannia from the Neuroi. I'm grateful for it, but I don't feel right having gone to only the more peaceful patrols and having taken only small roles. I know it's what you and Wilma would want for my safety above it all, but I think they're all still part of my team. Especially so with Yoshika having gone more often into these missions. I still want you to meet her, but if Wilma ever gets assigned to our ship, please tell her not to tease too much.
Please continue to write. It's a shame it's hard for us to get mail with the Chalice constantly moving, but every letter makes me really happy. Please tell me more about what's happened to Britannia. I've read people celebrated that day, and I've heard some rumors that the pubs have been more populated lately in spite of the things going around the planet.
I hope it is not too much of a problem, but I would appreciate it if you convinced dad not to invite me to
Take care of yourselves at home, and tell Wilma I miss her. I love you.
[
1) Later within the day, Lynette spends her time writing in the mess hall this very letter. However, she sees you approaching.]
I hope I don't bother you... But could you help me with a letter?
[
2) Later on, the letter is finished.]
Somebody catch it before I lose it!
[Problem is, the wind happened, and there's now an easily tired witch chasing a flying letter.]
3) Finally, at the end of the day, having spent more time on the letter than she thought, she decides to go napping. Alas, given it is a sleepy witch that had crossed over the sleeping hours, and without the proverbial cat (actually a doberman) in the house...]