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3rd Station ➲ Written

[Emmet woke one morning with an unpleasant surprise: Ingo was gone, as were all of his things. After a while, he found a few things left behind intentionally. And so Emmet begins his little message; it's written in slow, legible and careful handwriting.]

Subway Boss Ingo has left the station known as Luceti and has thankfully returned to the Gear Station located in Nimbasa, Unova.

He has left farewell letters of varying length for the following people:

• Silver
• Miss Hilda
• Miss Mei
~~• Gold~~
• Miss Yellow
• Red
• Green
• Cilan
• Miss Platina
• Masaomi Kida
• Hiccup
• Miss Shiemi

I'm holding onto the letters, so if you like, please come and see me to receive your letter. I currently reside in Community Building #1, 7th floor, room #34.

((OOC: Lommy hadn't written actual letters, but she stated that letters were all written for her CR, so the list is composed of the characters on her CR post! Feel free to decide what was said by Ingo to your characters.))

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[Hey, she remembers this guy! After reading his message, Vanellope decides to pipe up:]

Hi Emmet! Someone you know finally got to go home, huh? That's lucky!

He...left?

[Of course he did. That's how this world works and anyway Raven should be used to losing people she likes.

Doesn't make it any easier.]

His monsters too?

Me too, huh?

[He's... slightly uncomprehending. For various reasons]

[Silver's entirely unaware of the journal message Emmet threw up. His journal has been long forgotten. What he's not unaware of is the location of Ingo and Emmet's apartment. He... He wouldn't mind seeing Ingo right now.

A few hours after Emmet's journal entry goes up, a completely unaware Silver knocks on the door to their apartment. Anyone home?...]

[Oh, miss Vanellope! Emmet's not quite got the heart to answer with voice, since he knows he's gotten a lot more somber, so he writes instead.]

Yes! My brother, Ingo, finally went home. He was here way too long.

Sorry, Miss Raven. I know you were friends with Chandelure! He went home with Ingo, too.

[Excuse his written response, Masaomi. He has more faith in controlling his written tone than his voice right now.]

It seems that even you had an impact on his stay here. I haven't opened it to see if it's long or short, or what it says.

[Emmet hears the knock, and it actually takes a minute for it to be answered. Emmet collects himself, inhaling and exhaling, straightening his jacket and finally opening the door.

Ah! Silver... Silver's was right underneath Emmet's.]

Welcome, Silver. Please come in.

[This is not the usual Emmet! He seems a looooot more serious and somber. But there's still that weird smile, that doesn't go away. It's not Ingo in Emmet's clothes.]

[He's just about to open the door and peek his head inside anyway when Emmet opens the door, and...

...Something's wrong. Something's very wrong, but before saying anything, he makes sure to nod and enter the apartment.]

What happened? [What else happ... wait. Wait.] And where's Ingo?

[Both of those have a single answer, and though Emmet opens his mouth to respond, all that comes out is a weak sigh as he keeps himself together.

Instead, he pulls an envelope from his coat pocket and offers it to Silver. Ingo's letter.]

[A letter? Why is he... giving him...

Silver takes a step back and away from Emmet. No. No, that's- no. Ingo has to be here. No way. That's not fair, this isn't fair, this isn't hap-

...

Is it happening?...]

...Please come in, or sit down.

[It's not at all confidently spoken. He's shaken, badly. He steps aside, urging Silver to find a seat somewhere. One of the chairs, the sofa, or at least go into the kitchen, just out of the doorway.

Please don't leave him alone. Be angry and upset and miserable, but please don't leave.]

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Yeah. [The letters come slowly.] Okay.

[It's not really okay. A part of her actually blames herself.]

Back home, they'll be happy and healthy. They will have a lot of fun. Nimbasa is a wonderful place.

[...]

I'm sure if Chandelure could write, he'd leave a letter for you, too.

[Oh, well, she can roll with that. Of course, the nearest pen is a crayon, and it's green. And her writing, while childlike in its size (taking up too much space there!) is in surprisingly loopy cursive.]

Your brother was here? that's Cool! it's cool he went Home though.

[You are just cute as a button, Vanellope. Or a gumdrop. It does lift Emmet's spirits a tad.]

Right! Nimbasa is a wonderful place. I hope he stays at the home station and never returns here.

[That sentiment is so much easier to write than to think or say.]

[He's not real. Is he real? Is this another trap? Another trick? He's seen other people, but- but he saw other people in those dreams too. Is this really Emmet? But he's never seen him like this be...

Silver takes a step back. ...Or, well, he tries to take a step back and finds himself backed against the door.

He keeps his eyes fixed on Emmet and reaches for the doorknob.]

Say something you would say. Something that I'd never think up. [He can keep a level tone, he can put on a brave face, but he's exhausted and tensed up and he's still deciding on whether or not he wants to try to shove Emmet across the room and make a run for it or not.]

[Tap tap tap goes her crayon while she figures out what to say next. Hmmmm...]

So what's your home station like? Lots of people and stuff?

[Is... is Silver concerned that he's a fake? Oh... he participated in a recent mission, didn't he. Or... something of that nature. A Malnosso kidnapping? Either way, Emmet stares a bit dumbfounded, unsure of what to say at first.]

I'm not... myself. I am Emmet, and I am a single car train right now...

[It's a weak apology, but he turns around, not wanting to make Silver feel threatened.]

Um. Not long ago, Jackie was here. I don't think any of the other Depot Agents were... not Ramses, Cloud, Isadore. Ingo spoke of a lot of things that happened here, even though back home our lives weren't any more exciting than the Battle Subway. Or Miss Elesa... she was a spark in our lives, both of us, since we were young. I think we both had a crush on her at some point, though nothing ever came of it...

...I don't know if this is at all a helpful line to go down. I feel as though I've gone down the incorrect tunnel and am arriving at a strange and uncomfortable station.

[...Jackie. He remembers the name Jackie. The name and a face attached to it.

But those other names... Cloud he remembers, he saw Cloud as a simulation. The other two are foreign.

...This... This isn't a dream. Or a nightmare. ...At least he thinks so. ...No, it's not. He woke up a while ago. This is real.

Gold is gone. Ingo is gone. They're really...

He tugs on Emmet's sleeve without a word.]

Sorry. [Gold- at least he can see Gold again when he finally goes home. It's his turn to do the waiting. That's okay, even if- even if it's not okay, because he'll go off on a hunt to find his father-

And then on the other hand, he's lost the father- the dad he's made for himself, the dad that he found and fought next to and now he's gone, he's gone and he might never-]

[...So that made three friends that appear to have left recently. Our friend Sakura, noting Gold's disappearance reported by Crystal, and now even Ingo as well...

Cilan starts to write something out about whether it's okay for us to come over or if he wants company, but then he changes his mind and decides to just go over anyway, we practically live right next door, after all. And Emmet's our friend, and we want to make sure he's okay in person. So (sometime either before or after Silver's arrival?) he'll stand outside of Emmet's door and knock on it.]

No, no...

[Emmet's not at all scolding, a smile coming back to his face, albeit terribly sad. He puts an arm around Silver, not pushing his boundaries too hard, and gently hugs.]

I am sorry. It is all very poorly timed. Don't be sorry for me. Ingo is home, and that means that he is safe.

[He'd say more, but he is waiting carefully. He doesn't want to push Silver right now, after all.]

[Emmet opens the door, and the tension he was holding in his shoulders fades. It looks as though the man completely deflates, both in relief and in sadness.

He no longer had the shift affecting his feelings for Cilan, and he had noted it briefly... but in light of this event, Emmet had absolutely no time to think on it. All that he knew now was that his heart ached for Cilan's company, but instead of a yearning for romance it was a desperate need for support.

Wordlessly, Emmet steps aside to offer him entry.]

...Yeah, he is. [He's safe. At least he didn't die some horrible painful death before leaving. No, he's safe and sound, right at home. He's safe.

He's safe, and he's never going to see him again.

Silver ducks his head down and starts wandering over towards the couch. Emmet wanted him to stay here. Of course he did. He's all on his own now without his brother. He... He can stay with him, then. He should go back to the- no. No, he doesn't want to be anywhere near that house right now.]

[Cilan offers a smile--not even close to being as vibrant as it usually is, but still a small one before stepping inside. While he has vaguely recalled that Emmet has romantic feelings for us (he's not aware that it's past tense now though) that's not really an issue to be concerned about right now.]

Um--[Are you okay? What did Ingo's letter say about us?] I could make some tea for us while I'm here, if you'd like?

[--Okay that kinda slipped out and yes, he knows that's backwards for the guest to offer making tea for you, but if we can offer any of our expertise that could be helpful or of use, then we will?]

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