first hat (text)

[pokebonnet]

[A series of numbers is written on the top of the paper in loopy old-lady handwriting. It's followed by a sketch of an old-fashioned ruffled parasol and a few jotted down phases, some of which are written sideways.]

“I shield in the name of fashion. I accessorize for one and all. Pursuit of truth is my passion. This I vow by the great parasol.”

“May the blood of the souless keep your own soul safe.”

Puff Bonnet? Ruffled Parasol?

What is the Parasol Protectorate???

[Whoever is writing this doesn't seem to have figured out about the whole network thing yet.]

Comments

text, handwritten;

[sucrosity]

[ the handwriting is very teenage girl, written clearly.]

I'm not sure what a Parasol Protectorate is, but there aren't any ghosts in your notepad. We're all people.

Re: text, handwritten;

[pokebonnet]

Oh.

How did you get in my notepad, then? You must be awfully small to do that.

Are you sure the King of All Humanity isn't a ghost?

[sucrosity]

It's like the internet, only it's only for people with numbers. You wrote the number that's been in your head on the paper, right?

They're... probably not a ghost, no.

[pokebonnet]

[Almost half a minute passes before the writing resumes.]

I'm not all that good with the internet.

[sucrosity]

Then you're in luck! No real internet required. :)

Here, let me...

[A minute passes, and then a redirect pops up.]

That's the primer! The beginners' guide, I guess? If you have any questions I can try and help out!

I'm Yoko.

[pokebonnet]

[By the time Yoko brings up the redirect, of course, she's already taken the opportunity to freak out about Kotetsu.

It's ten minutes or more before she replies to Yoko.]

Hi, Yoko. I'm Ivy. Are you sure I can't tell anybody about this stuff? I'm trying to get my grandson, Artie, to come home with me to Texas but he won't listen. This horrible city isn't safe for him and that's before I knew about Vermouthi.

[sucrosity]

Nice to meet you, Ivy. I definitely wouldn't tell any strangers about this. At best, they'll wonder why you're making up stories. And at worst...

I don't think the city is so bad, as long as you're careful. The earthquake was a freak accident, really!

And the gangs and the terrorists are new, I promise. I've lived here my whole life!

[pokebonnet]

Artie isn't a stranger. He's my littlest grandson. He thinks because he used the Charles Atlas Method and has lots of muscle now he'll be safe but if these Vanilli are really as bad as these things say I think they'd hurt him very badly.