text; finding friends...? (not real, totally clickbait)

[indispensable]

Type: Text
Sender ID: indispensable (Alhaitham)
To: Public~
Subject: !!!
Warnings: Impersonation and clickbait B| None whatsoever.

Hello. I am Alhaitham, scholar and Scribe of the Akademiya. I have been informed by my gracious and kind senior that this network is an excellent communication tool.

It has been brought to my attention that I am severely lacking in social interactions, and that it may be detrimental to my health to stay inside and read all day.

Despite the many flaws in my personality, I am very knowledgeable in a wide range of topics, and am a thorough partner in any academic debate. While my way of speaking is quite strangely awkward and disjointed for a man who studies words for a living, my only criteria for judgement is that you are doing your best for your educational background.

Kaveh will be hosting a small party to celebrate the acquisition of a new home. I look forward to exploring the joys of friendship there with you. If you have any further questions, please forward them to me or to my kind senior, Kaveh.

[A few hours later, this post is amended with the following:]

Disregard the contents of this post; Kaveh made it using my shellphone while I was not paying attention. The party that he mentioned above is also not happening.

[A second amendment, around half an hour later:]

Ignore Alhaitham!! The party will be happening!! I will be sending invites soon!!

[ooc note: despite this being written from Alhaitham's shellphone, Kaveh is the one who made the initial post. responses will come from either one of them depending on the time (before or after Alhaitham discovers what Kaveh has done), so do specify which time period your character is responding to!]

Comments

[empyrean_mirror]

That's a very kind way to think, though. The world would be brighter, I think, if more people felt that way.

[scooba]

...

You are very kind, Mr. Kaveh. As much as I want to believe that, I know it's kind of difficult to imagine.

[empyrean_mirror]

It's okay if it's difficult. Dreams are often difficult things to realize...or everyone would have a Vision.

[scooba]

I suppose so.

I just wish it wasn't. But that is a hard lesson I have to learn, sadly.

[empyrean_mirror]

...I hope that your dream, at least, isn't too much of a burden on you.

[scooba]

[...]

If I told you my dream, you would think it's childish.

[empyrean_mirror]

I don't think I would. But it's up to you if you want to tell me.

[scooba]

...

I wanted to let people know that it's okay to be childish sometimes. There's nothing wrong with believing in fairy tales if it makes your dreams come true.

If the world is already cruel enough as it is, why not just believe in something like that?

[empyrean_mirror]

...I think that's a beautiful and kind dream, Freminet.

[scooba]

Is it? It makes me wonder if such a thing is possible.

I know it's wishful thinking but it's still a good thing to hope sometimes.

[empyrean_mirror]

I don't think it's impossible at all.

[...]

Would you like to hear a story, Freminet?

[scooba]

Yes, that would be good. What kind of story do you have?

[empyrean_mirror]

there was a bird who built a palace, as a monument to the heavens themselves.

he spun the foundation out of his own dreams, and the marble from his heart, and shaped the glass windows with the fire of his own passion. But when that wasn't enough, he took apart all the pieces of his nest, and used those too.

When the palace was finished, it shone bright as the sun, but that little bird had nothing left to call his own. Even so, when he heard how people smiled and laughed, and how joy nested in the hearts of those who saw it, he was still glad.

A nest can be rebuilt, and the palace would last the lifetimes of a hundred thousand little birds, making just as many smiles.

[scooba]

[The more that he read the story, the more he couldn’t help but absorb the information that was given to him.]

…That’s a lovely story. Where did you hear it from?

[Because the more he read into it, the more it seemed something straight out of a fairytale.]

[empyrean_mirror]

The little bird told me, of course.

[Hahaha it's not about him, why would you think that?]

[scooba]

...

Is that something I should continue to ask about? Because whoever that little bird is, they seem like someone who doesn't give up. No matter what the cost might be.

[empyrean_mirror]

Tell you what, if you can be brave enough, you can ask Alhaitham about this story--show it to him from your phone, if it helps. He knows who that bird is.

[And Kaveh's actually a little embarrassed to reveal it's him.]

[scooba]

....

Are you sure? He seems a little intimidating to ask.

[Just saying.]

[empyrean_mirror]

I know, he doesn't always make a good first impression. But even though he looks grumpy and he's very blunt, he's never cruel. He's actually quite kind, but he's not very good with people.

Here's a secret, if that helps. If you leave him alone in a sunny spot for fifteen minutes, he'll usually fall asleep right there. And he's useless in the morning, before his first cup of coffee kicks in. Doesn't seem as scary now, does he?

interrupting the current program to bring some breaking news

[indispensable]

It's twenty minutes, not fifteen.

Also, the 'bird' that Kaveh is talking about refers to himself.

surprise bitch

[scooba]

Is that so?

...Can I ask what exactly did you do, Mr. Kaveh?

screeches

[empyrean_mirror]

[There's a long pause because kaveh had to go chuck pillows at Alhaitham.]

um. I built a palace.

[Kaveh. Broseph.]

[scooba]

[Oh.......]

Why didn't you let me know? That's amazing you built it!

[empyrean_mirror]

It's...a little embarrassing to talk about it, somewhere the Palace doesn't exist...I'm not used to it.

[scooba]

What do you mean it doesn't exist? Is it in another world?

[???]