[There's one of those Russian nesting dolls - except there's only two layers to it, as there's a bottle of schnapps inside. The outer doll looks like Richtofen, while the inner one looks like Lambda.
And attached is a note.]
Dear Ricky~ This is for Valentine's Day, sorry it's late ♥ Love, Lambdadelta
[There are only two things written on an otherwise blank sheet of paper: a single line of text in the middle and a two-word prompt in the bottom right corner.]
What was Beethoven's favorite fruit? (Turn over -->)
[The little arrow compels you! Do it, do it!]
BANANANAAAAAA!!!
Ok, so you have probably noticed that shit kind of hit the fan in a pretty disturbing way recently. I don't know how long you've been here, so I am not sure if you are used to to the fact that things around here are basically terrible most of the time but even if you have been, this was kind of a whole new level of Fucked Up. Am I right? Of course I am. But that's not why I sent you this letter.
I don't know who you are, and truth be told, I picked your mailbox at random. (Now would be a good time to start playing the lottery, you have amazing luck, my friend) But I sent you this letter to tell you not to give up. I know everything seems pretty hopeless right now, but that's exactly why you can't lose hope. I promise you, this isn't the end. When the end is, I can't honestly say because it's the sort of thing that we won't know until we get there. Maybe it's a year, like Ruana said, or maybe we totally fuck up her plans and end all this before that. But if you give up now (or ever), you will never make it that far. Things aren't going to go the way she wants, because her ending is the shittiest I have ever heard and nobody wants that. We are going to claim our own ending.
Everything is going to be ok. So don't lose hope, don't give up, and most importantly: don't forget how to smile.
March 3rd; package
And attached is a note.]
Dear Ricky~
This is for Valentine's Day, sorry it's late ♥
Love,
Lambdadelta
April 25th Letter
[There's a short note written on the back.]
Ricky-
I drew this because I was thinking about the time I brought you a basket of spleens I hope you like it! ♥
Lambda
anonymous note
What was Beethoven's favorite fruit?
(Turn over -->)
[The little arrow compels you! Do it, do it!]
BANANANAAAAAA!!!
Ok, so you have probably noticed that shit kind of hit the fan in a pretty disturbing way recently. I don't know how long you've been here, so I am not sure if you are used to to the fact that things around here are basically terrible most of the time but even if you have been, this was kind of a whole new level of Fucked Up. Am I right? Of course I am. But that's not why I sent you this letter.
I don't know who you are, and truth be told, I picked your mailbox at random. (Now would be a good time to start playing the lottery, you have amazing luck, my friend) But I sent you this letter to tell you not to give up. I know everything seems pretty hopeless right now, but that's exactly why you can't lose hope. I promise you, this isn't the end. When the end is, I can't honestly say because it's the sort of thing that we won't know until we get there. Maybe it's a year, like Ruana said, or maybe we totally fuck up her plans and end all this before that. But if you give up now (or ever), you will never make it that far. Things aren't going to go the way she wants, because her ending is the shittiest I have ever heard and nobody wants that. We are going to claim our own ending.
Everything is going to be ok. So don't lose hope, don't give up, and most importantly: don't forget how to smile.
-Hermes
package
no subject
no subject
deer everyone
i am riting a book on all the heros of the tower so that no one gets forgotted. but i dont know everyone and i dont want anyone to be missed out
so if you would like to can you please say who you fink is the best hero you know and what makes them a hero
you can do more than one name if you want
please send yore answers to romeo
or to room number two on floor one
thank you
romeo
[There are pictures at the end of smiling faces]
note, delivered the morning of June 1st
blood in your stomach and mold on your brain
[The poem is written in blood.]