IC Contact for Midnight Syndicate

[polariity]

[For anyone familiar enough with the Psiioniic or even who just plain asks around, it's easy enough to find his room over in Gloria's wing. There's a tiny little box with a slit on it attached to his door, plainly wooden save for the gemini symbol carved onto it.]

[Of course, anyone further familiar with him can contact him on his husktop at any time.]

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letters

[herenoirthere]

[Psii receives the letters sporadically over the next four days, but always when he isn't at his room. Sometimes, even when he is, but then it's when he's not paying attention. Or when he blinks. Or maybe he's just lost five minutes to blackness. Regardless, the letters appear under his door. They're lovely, a marbled white paper on a scalloped, textured black that's shot through with silver.]

My vegetable Love should grow Vaster then Empires, and more slow.

Let us roll all our Strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one Ball

My ecchoing Song: then Worms shall try That long preserv'd Virginity: And your quaint Honour turn to durst; And into ashes all my Lust.

For Lady you deserve this State; Nor would I love at lower rate.

[The lines come out of order but eventually he receives enough to make up the entirety of To His Coy Mistress.

The latter letters are less sensible, though, the black ink turning to reddish brown. Some of the ink has flaked off, strange bits of peachy something is stuck to the paper, and the paper is stained with tears and what's probably blood.]