#docs mailbox

Ey, man.

Rather quiet for someone who seems to want you awake.

You got a minute to spare for your nHo buddy?

@docs-mailbox

Bdubs grumbled something, shifting to bury himself further under the duvet. After a few moments he opened an eye, then realised who had woken him.

[he was on his houseboat, sat on the side and just fishing over and over, getting boring things after boring things]

[fish after fish after bowl after fish after name tag after-]

[well the enchanted book wasnt that bad. he adds to his chest and sighs. god he's tired, and bored. he wants to go home and play with laika and annoy doc and mail martyn and go on a walk with false and build and-]

[he forces himself to keep fishing. soon. he'll go home soon. he'll see the people he loves soon]

Walls of deaths in the public chat made it rather hard to pick up on the messages of substance interweaved within them. So, instead of perusing the chat for a justification to interact with other people (god forbid he actually go out and seek it with anyone other than his ZITS, that would just be silly), Zed elected to work on his newest challenge.

His Haul of All was coming along. He was busying himself fine, stripping the bark off the pale oak logs, when—

Ow! A splinter!

…

Except there isn’t a splinter.

Nothing got splintered. And the damage keeps accumulating.

‹Zedaph› Ummm

Docm77 was killed while trying to escape Wrath of the GOAT!

‹Zedaph› What’s happening???

Zed parks his donkey in a hole and ties it to a pale oak fence— and that’s when he puts two and two together.

‹Zedaph› I’VE BEEN HIT BY THE CURSE THINGY

Zedaph was killed while trying to escape Wrath of the GOAT!

‹Docm77› oh god not you too

‹Zedaph› Afdgfshsdh!

…but as inconvenient as it is…

[ it kept getting tangled in his legs and he's stepped on it more than a handful of times since leaving bdubs. it was like when he'd first grown the wings but now that he's had years to adjust, his patience to something new feels slimmer than it had been before. ]

[ he's mumbling under his breath about it when he pulls his communicator up, scrolling the chat to see if anything else had happened while his nap before deciding to message doc. ]

Grian to Docm77: i can't believe he's still with that stupid axe Grian to Docm77: how'd it go?

[ the feather hadn't been used so he can only assume it wasn't that bad. right? ]

Scott! My guy, my dude, my good pal! Remember me? Red Diggity Dog, the Deathly Winter’s coming, the Enchantkingdom, Life series stuff, all that sort of business? It’s okay if you don’t, I’ve heard you’ve been suffering from memory loss brainfuckery. Been there. Done that. Watcher nonsense is bonkers. In a bad way.

That being said, my beautiful husband (not Martyn it’s someone else) who breaks reality for fun has had something important go missing. I just wanted to ask, have you seen a roulette table by chance? Like, three colors, has emeralds, redstone wired with deepslate diamond ore as a base because he’s mastered high efficiency diamond mining?

If you’ve seen it around, let me know. Also, cc this to the address “Euphie’s Mailbox”. Euphie is one of my more effeminate partners from across worlds because nobody can resist my Ren diggity charm. You know the feeling.

Yours,

@rendogs-mailbox

hello,

i'll admit, when i read this letter the first time, i didn't find anything too wrong with it - but then, i was half-asleep, and now that i've looked it over again, i'm very sure that this is someone impersonating ren. i'm not sure if this letter will reach ren or the original sender, but just so you know - ren says 'red winter', not deathly winter, but it was a good try!

i'm also just experiencing some forgetfulness due to exhaustion - rivendell's rebuilding takes a toll on me, but it's nothing serious - and nothing to worry about, really.

(playing the part is easy enough. nobody has to know.)

as i was writing this, i realized this was probably doc. unfortunately, i haven't seen your roulette table - and if i did, if i told you, you would probably wage full-scale war.

congratulations on getting an assistant, though! i hear that you do a lot of almost world-breaking things, so that should take a load off your shoulders.

the 'ren diggity charm' was hilarious, by the way. i did chuckle when i read it.

unfortunately, i don't think i have the information that you need, but i hope you find the thief soon.

signed,

scott smajor.

[He had zoned the pinging of his comm out until a certain ringtone sang, the bleating of a sheep. He checks his messages from Zed, brow furrowing. That can't be good.]

[Skizz doesn't head there with anything except his armour, weapons, flint and steel and some obsidian to make a portal. Surely by 'stuck in the nether', Zed just meant stuck because of mobs or maybe his portal broke, who knows! It has to be one of those, its what makes sense]

[He slips through his portal, heading to spawn. Seeing two people there, he pauses to watch as they take some damage, concern growing as they seem to die with no enemies around]

"Zeddle dop?"

[Skizz gets closer, focusing on Zed first, looking at him for any sign of injuries - arrows, wither affect, anything. He glances at the other hermit, noticing the same lack of visible damage]

"Doccy boy? What's goin' on, experiment gone wrong?"

[This feels like a very intense science experiment. Death loop is something he could see Doc coming up with but why would Doc include himself in this and not already leave?]

@skizzs-mailbox

Skizz! My knight in shining armor, I require of you some, um, some help, please.