[ To Ravindra, about 10 minutes after the server goes down. Jamie had been debating this and knows nothing about Ravi since he went real but Ravi's the only person he thinks Ferrus might actually open up to. When Ravi gets it, it's been written partially in ink (with a good many scratchthroughs), and then it suddenly swaps to pencil after the first sentence. Jamie, please. ]

Hi, umthsi this is Ferurlfdlgsfdg Ferrus's player.

[ And then pencil. He cannot write Ferrus in a panic, okay. Eraser marks are common. ]

The game we used to control you guys went down and Ferrus wasn't real yet so i dont know if he's going to become real or stop existing or

[ PAUSE ]

[ sorry, ravi, the eraser marks make this part really hard to read (wow Jamie) ] please could you check on him and tell me if he's okay because i'm sorry if this is being a burden but i'm worried confused want him to exist and i don't have anyone else who's his friend that i can ask

please help him if he's okay and he needs it

[ And then the message ends. He sent it without editing it beyond typos or giving it the normal restraint he would - he's tempted to send another message, but fsdgas. That first one was a mental keysmash and he's not sure how to try and iron that over. Please take it well, Ravi??? It's also got his real name, but it's obvious he entirely forgot to write it. The dragon filled it in for him. ]

[ To Siegmund, about an hour after the first one is sent. He panicked, sure, but he had a Crippling Embarrassment Attack over himself after the letter to Ravi.

So Siegmund gets a much more refined letter. In pen. Nice. Neat. He's forcing himself to not panic while he writes it. (It's substantially less messy then any other mail Jamie's sent.) ]

Ferrus is either gone or real.

[ Nothing else. The page is blank. If Siegmund's familiar with Jamie's tendency to worry, this might be... worrying. ]

[ To Ferrus:

Nothing. At all. ]

[ Any replies will probably get ignored for the first few hours or so. Also, new friends Lera and Acher get nothing and herp ]

[Dragon Mail: Ezra Amos]

When you have a willing moment, I'd like to ask you about something.

[After Lera and Jamie talk, Lera gets arrested, and lastly after Acher sent Nova a dragonmail. Late Wednesday evening.]

[So when Acher came to -- quite suddenly -- after the servers went down, he found a letter from Lera. He read it a few times and mulled it over and read it again.

Dear Acher,

If you're reading this, that means you gained self-awareness. I don't quite know how to put this, so I'll hope you understand bluntness. You were good at it. You came about as the result of something I don't understand, where characters created within a game came to life. You are your own person, as you may recall, and I was your controller.

You have done a great many things for honor, but done even fewer to avoid it. I know you are inclined to think of it as a restraint on your behavior, something holding you back, and only had things been different, you would not have to be an honorable man.

I wanted you to learn that doing the right thing was its own reward. I wanted you to think that the feeling of holding yourself back and doing what you should, rather than what you wanted, when you knew that thing was wrong was for the best.

Please remember it. I will help you however I can, but you are your own man now.

- Lera

It took him a bit to send a letter back.]

You are my creator, then. I trust you will indulge me with a few questions about what has happened?

Hey Marlene,

This is Harriet/Nix, from Miserable by the Side of the Road with a Harpy. Remember me?

Do you still hunt for monsters sometimes? If you do I was wondering if I could maybe come along like on sort of a cautious run-if-there's-anything-legitimately-terrifying basis.

I am a non-combat-ready alchemist now which I guess just means "regular teenager with potions" and you could give potions to any teenager (and certainly there are teenagers with better throwing arms than me) so maybe that doesn't actually mean much...

but I kind of wanted to try to gather components and maybe gawk at monsters a tiny bit

[ Alessia's handwriting ]

There is information about me on the Internet. Please remove it.

[the letter from Ashtaroth is written in a hand wildly different from anything written by her before- the writing is flowing and cursive, but still small and orderly, making it nice to look at and easy to read all at once]

Tell me.

Is all that talk of players true?

And is it true of me?

[Dragonmail: Nova Kyleor Kyleand?? Kylethe!]

Dear Nova!!

I am so sorry this has come to you so late but there was the whole deal with Iravati and there was an assassin and explosions and also I moved and people from Zenderael appearing everywhere and I had to make snacks!!

Also I forgot for a while after that.

But your potion was useful against the assassin thank you!

I am sorry about the cake, it would have been very nice after that potion! It was thoughtful of you to include it!

I finally got around to finishing your gift. Please enjoy! ♥

[The dragon comes carrying a doom rabbit plush with a zipper for a mouth. If he unzips it, he'll find a bag of cookies.]

[Both are perfectly normal, actually.]

[Signed: Missie♥]

PS: Be sure to give him a name. A good one! It's no good if you didn't put some thought into it.

[Sent after Artemis eventually has had enough of him]

Artemis is awake, but he isn't particularly interested in you.

His 'backstory' didn't take, if you were wondering.

[So who's got two thumbs and gained self-awareness and turned into an entitled asshat? This guy!!]

I require the story my creator wrote about me.

Find a way to provide it. Keep the tablet if you wish, but I need to inspect it.