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s’more experiments

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some kinda death

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ORANGE

A lady in a bright orange dress paces the length of her bedroom, holding a letter and a torn open envelope. She’s thinking, trying to rationalize responding. 

‘It’s an anonymous letter.’ She whispers. ‘This person could be a creep. They could be stalking me. How else would they know my address?’

Moving into the light, a small lamp sitting on a bedside table, to look at the envelope again; she notes that the return address isn’t too far from her house. She could probably deliver it right to this person’s door. If she wanted to, of course. 

‘No. No, I don’t want to.’

The lady in the bright orange dress stomps her feet and rushes towards her desk. She pulls a notebook and a pen out of a drawer, and she writes a letter. 

Dear The Grey Guide,

Thank you for your letter. I am curious as to what you meant by:‘Inform you of what you really are.’ 

If possible, and if you are willing, we aren’t too far apart, we could meet in person and you could explain your reason for this letter. (As well as the contents of it.) 

Of course, I am more than happy to continue our correspondence via letter, however, you did mention a threat and I believe it would be beneficial for the both of us to converse in person. 

Either way, I look forward to your next letter. 

Sincerely, 

Osiris, or The Orange Oracle 

P.S. I would also like to know what that name means. 

Sitting up straight, the lady in the orange dress reads over her letter, checking again and again making sure there are no mistakes and she is perfectly clear. After a few moments she confirms the letter is up to her standards and looks for an envelope. 

She carefully copies the return address on the back of the initial envelope, double checking consistently. Once everything is correct and the envelope is sealed, the lady stands up confidently only to look out her window and realize it is 2 o’clock in the morning. 

‘Ah well.’ The lady in the orange dress whispers to herself. ‘Tomorrow then.’ 

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RED

A door handle jiggles with the insertion of a key. It turns sharp and quick, unlocking and letting a short, red haired woman through. 

She kicks the door closed with her feet, and drops a briefcase and a handbag. The woman slips her shoes off and kicks them under a small door side table. She shuffles over to a small couch and collapses into it. 

She’d had a particularly exhausting day. It was most of the same boring office work she had become used to, however, today every feeling that she had ever repressed, every bottle she put on the shelf came crashing down all at once.

But she was home now. She could deal with the repercussions of that outburst on Monday, right now all she was concerned about was relaxation. 

A letter slips through the little metal slot on her front door. 

She wondered why her apartment complex had bothered to put those slots in; there were lockers in the reception area. 

Pulling herself off the couch in one slow motion, the woman gets up to get the letter. Picking it up reveals nothing special, an ordinary letter, her address on the front and a return address on the back; though in place of her name it says Red. 

The woman thumbs the envelope open and pulls out the letter, it reads: 

To the Red Ruler,

Greetings! I apologize for the strange way of contacting you, I was not sure if you would respond to an email for someone you’ve never heard of, nor would you answer an unknown phone call. 

Anyways, I am writing this to inform you of what you are, and that you are needed. There is a great threat approaching, and I would not dare bring this team together without its leader or should I say, Ruler? 

I fully anticipate that you may have reservations responding to an anonymous letter, however, I assure you no one will read our correspondence besides myself and you. 

If you are so inclined to respond, please do so quickly as time is of the essence. You can do so using the return address on the back of this letter's envelope. 

I eagerly await your potential response. 

Sincerely, 

The Grey Guide 

‘What?’ The woman says aloud. She reads over the letter again and again. It doesn’t tell her what she is, perhaps a thread left hanging to get a response. She knows better than to respond to random letters, what if it was delivered to the wrong person? It’s easy to mess up apartment numbers. 

She checks the front of the envelope again. It is definitely her apartment number. 

She folds the letter back together and looks around the room. Her eyes land on the small pile of blank paper she keeps for a reason she forgot long ago. 

A few moments later, she is writing a response. 

[thebingoo]

RED

A door handle jiggles with the insertion of a key. It turns sharp and quick, unlocking and letting a short, red haired woman through. 

She kicks the door closed with her feet, and drops a briefcase and a handbag. The woman slips her shoes off and kicks them under a small door side table. She shuffles over to a small couch and collapses into it. 

She’d had a particularly exhausting day. It was most of the same boring office work she had become used to, however, today every feeling that she had ever repressed, every bottle she put on the shelf came crashing down all at once.

But she was home now. She could deal with the repercussions of that outburst on Monday, right now all she was concerned about was relaxation. 

A letter slips through the little metal slot on her front door. 

She wondered why her apartment complex had bothered to put those slots in; there were lockers in the reception area. 

Pulling herself off the couch in one slow motion, the woman gets up to get the letter. Picking it up reveals nothing special, an ordinary letter, her address on the front and a return address on the back; though in place of her name it says Red. 

The woman thumbs the envelope open and pulls out the letter, it reads: 

To the Red Ruler,

Greetings! I apologize for the strange way of contacting you, I was not sure if you would respond to an email for someone you don't know, nor would you answer an unknown phone call. 

Anyways, I am writing this to inform you of what you are, and that you are needed. There is a great threat approaching, and I would not dare bring this team together without its leader or should I say, Ruler? 

I fully anticipate that you may have reservations responding to an anonymous letter, however, I assure you no one will read our correspondence besides myself and you. 

If you are so inclined to respond, please do so quickly as time is of the essence. You can do so using the return address on the back of this letter's envelope. 

I eagerly await your potential response. 

Sincerely, 

The Grey Guide 

‘What?’ The woman says aloud. She reads over the letter again and again. It doesn’t tell her what she is, perhaps a thread left hanging to get a response. She knows better than to respond to random letters, what if it was delivered to the wrong person? It’s easy to mess up apartment numbers. 

She checks the front of the envelope again. It is definitely her apartment number. 

She folds the letter back together and looks around the room. Her eyes land on the small pile of blank paper she keeps for a reason she forgot long ago. 

A few moments later, she is writing a response. 

[thebingoo]

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