#letter lost

[teeth--haver]

[prawncess420]

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[chubby--crybaby]

playing letter lost and i cant figure out if its a bug or if im just dumb but i cant find tbe address book? its technically in my inventory but when i try to open it it says "you do not have this tome" but i cant find it ANYWHERE???? same for the directory of businesses??? am i just blind????

[teeth--haver]

[teeth--haver]

Behind your morning routine

[natjennie]

deep in letter lost and kind of um. running out of things to do... no one new is coming to the window and I've tried everything I can think of for a few puzzles and I'm getting nowhereeee. I'm considering starting a new save in case there's like a weird bug or I fucked something up?

[unveilo]

Letter Lost

Stamp parcels, sort letters, and slowly realize the Kharnym Isle post office you can never leave is hiding something. Letter Lost is a postal job with an escape problem buried underneath it.

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[horizontalthebird]

Seaweed touch

A Brielle x reader fic ( preview)

Postmaster uses they/them and is rather detached bc of the insanity bit.

( hc that we’ve waited multiple loops before we started getting storyline costumers for angst purposes. No plot, just ansgt.)

The post officer had stoped counting weeks. It had been many, their memories of their first few weeks had begun blurring like the fog in their customer window.

The post officer had just sat down to begin stamping letters for the day after the last customer had dropped off a package when the bell rang again.

They hoped this customer was normal. Whatever passed for normal here. The last one had dropped off a wet package that wouldn't dry!

The feeling of it was awful. They didn't even need there letter opener to open it, the cardboard has practically crumpled on their hand.

Their hand still felt slimy! They'd have to make sure to take a nice long shower once their mandatory relaxation time started.

They put their stamp down and went to greet the customer.

There was a women at the door with short hair and a rough face. she seemed strong, with veins showing beneath her arms and neck.

"Here to drop of a package." She said as she slid a package through the box. They looked at it as it dropped down to the side of the window.

It was a big one, and would be a pain to pack into the truck with how many explosives they'd received today. ( why did the people here think sending volatile and dangerous substances through the mail was a good idea? It really, really wasn't.)

They turned to take the package to stamp it, expecting the women to leave. She didn't. costumers always left after dropping off their packages or item. This was the first time one had stayed. It was odd. ( it was exhilarating. It was Change.)