Lost and Found [Mingle]

[ourearth]

Date: 23-30.3.19
Characters: Open

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It starts slowly, one by one: Items are being returned to people. Specifically, they are delivered to their mailboxes.

The items are very varied, and either pushed through the letter slot in the door or, if they're too big, just left on the doorstep: A wallet that was stolen last year, a coin that was dropped into the sea last week, or a toy that was left on a bus, a time capsule buried in the ground, an unwanted present purposefully forgotten at the train station. The only thing that they have in common that they are never perishables. It's all non-food items.

All items that are being returned must have vanished within the Mossgate Echo Boundary, but they can have vanished long before the person whom they are returned to gained their first echo/got access to the network.

They appear throughout the week, and then abruptly stop the evening before Mother's Day.

Comments

Open Action; happy to plot other scenarios (28th March)

[warped_replica]

Nearing two years of living in Mossgate, Benjiro has lost a few items here and there during his day to day routine. Nothing particularly missed. Even so, he takes notice of the odd bits he finds in the mailbox when he checks it each day coming home from school or work. Such items include pens, a pencil, several tiny screws used for computer hardware, a fistful of odd socks, and even a crumpled up paper with discarded design calculations. The paper gives him a small amount of pause. It is nothing harmful, and yet, it feels intrusive to have something so personal returned when it has nothing more than his handwriting style to match it to him.

Then, returning home Thursday after school, he checks in the mailbox and immediately feels his heart skip a beat in his chest with a wash of nausea following. Reluctantly, he fishes out the tooth and pockets it. Feeling the shape and size, he confirms his initial recognition of it as one of the last human teeth he pulled during the previous summer. Benjiro had dropped it down the sink drain when fumbling from fatigue and had expected it to be gone for good. Especially after he had practically dismantled the accessible pipes to search for it.

Rather than heading inside, he wheels his bike into the storage shed and leaves the door raised as he sets to work on a smaller project with a text to his great aunts to alert them to his activity in the shed. Anyone that walks by that afternoon into the evening in Moss Manor might spot him tinkering away.