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Jul 16, 2021 14:26:38 GMT
Post by Spira on Jul 16, 2021 14:26:38 GMT
Here be where the letters for Workhouse Oblivion lie~
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Spira
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Jul 16, 2021 14:59:35 GMT
Post by Spira on Jul 16, 2021 14:59:35 GMT
Location: Edinburgh
Date: 1st August
Day: Friday
Year: 1550
Persons under care: 1432
Persons within medical ward: 76 Men. 51 Women. 23 Infants.
Persons under suspicion: 9 men.
Persons deemed invalid: 24 men. 34 Women.
Persons introduced: 3 women.
Total deceased thus far: 398 individuals. 5 to follow shortly.
Total number of experiments: 7, excluding 3 just concluded. See Doctor Notes.
Conditions: Suitable.
Weather: Terrible.
Notes:
Nothing exceptional to note.
Those found guilty of protest, last week. Punished accordingly. Meals lessened.
Male ward is out of clean linen. New supply to be delivered by tomorrow.
Female ward is out of candle wax for lanterns. We will make do.
Two of the arrivals are claimants. Air, Electricity. Last is undetermined as of yet. Will clarify for files by evening. Dear Papa, We have arrived. This place is most notorious. Ma and I have been separated. I was given a thin sheet, small and short — it does not cover even past my thighs. The female ward is cramped, so much that my bones ache. Word is that only those who behave are given instruments to write with, this may be my only letter for some, I do hope you forgive that. I have attempted to ask for ma's whereabouts to no avails, they have yet to find a role for me as of yet; though from asking those around it is believed that I will be placed within the workshop to act as a living battery. I did not see much of the grounds, though I am aware that a tall fence, taller than I have ever seen separates female from male. I have been told that because of the numbers that dwell within these halls, that protests and punishment are rampant if not swift; they also do not feed us regularly. I have been told the last proper meal was more than three days ago. I have yet to encounter anyone of my house; I hope to find one soon, as I remember your advice that a lone claimant of any house is a vulnerable one.
I came with naught but the close upon my back, they had us change into inmate clothes. I do not know what has happened to my dress, nor my shoes otherwise, the soles of my feet are swollen and painful. They have also confiscated my corset, saying that a girl like me need not have it during my duration here — how do they expect us to remain modest without? Though the feeling of liberty and ability to make movement is ever pleasant. Perhaps I will get used to it. I wish for home; but I know that we can no longer go back because circumstance does not permit so. I do sometimes dream of you, and I wonder where you are. I do hope you come back for us, to Ma and I; it is of course the only way we will be freed of this dreaded institution. There are rumours that are whispered in the dark of this place, experiments on claimants. Yet, due to the lack of electricity claimants I do not believe this to be the case, for we are the most logical and scientific are we not?
I know I must not forget who I am, or where I came from but it is most difficult, especially around the common people. I ask you again to please return and to save us from this place. I will do my best to harden my heart and take on the challenges that may come for me, though I cannot guarantee that I will be successful. If you do by chance come across this correspondence, respond as swiftly as you may. Please also send some supplies, more paper and pen. Some sealing wax. I do not know if they read our messages to censor any information.
I love you.
Wisteria.
Location: Edinburgh
Date: 1st August
Day: Friday
Year: 1550
Notes:
Electricity claimant will be useful. Dr R would love to meet them first.
Third determined to be human. Moved to human ward accordingly.
Confiscation of letter, after thorough reading, it has been destroyed. Offending worker has been whipped. Dr R recommended ninety lashes. executed.
Weapon of Air claimant confiscated. Placed in solitary confinement under orders of Dr. D
Priest to come later to perform last rites on three individuals. Two have improved.
New clergy members to come on Sunday to examine wards.
Government report to be submitted thus the following Monday after.
Meal for this evening: Fish pottage for the men. Vegetable pottage for the women. Milk and bread for children and infant alike.
New teacher to arrive within the morning. We need a new one. One that is sterner than the last hopefully.
Dear Papa.
I was lashed. Ninety times. I managed to steal another scrap of paper. It seems they have no idea who I am nor the family or blood in which I carry. I know that I may be punished again for stealing, for writing this letter but I have no choice but to inform you of the harsh conditions here. Once the punishment was over, they refused to bandage me and instead dunked me into a bath of salt water. The agony, I do not believe this to be a modern way of healing, of medicine as you would put it father.
Please, save Ma and I.
Wisteria.
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Post by kaiju on Jul 21, 2021 6:42:34 GMT
Location: Edinburgh
Date: 4th September
Day: Wednesday
Year: 1550
Persons under care: 1427
Persons within medical ward: 45 Men. 46 Women. 13 Infants.
Persons under suspicion: 8 men. 1 woman.
Persons deemed invalid: 19 men. 13 Women.
Persons introduced: 2 men.
Total deceased thus far: 432 individuals. 7 to follow shortly.
Total number of experiments: 6, excluding 2 just concluded. See Doctor Notes.
Conditions: Sub-par.
Weather: Sunny.
Notes:
The Executioner successfully culled numbers in the barracks. Isolated after.
Protestors appropriately lashed.
Child ward may be in need of culling soon.
Some in the female ward have been teaching others to read and write. Awaiting Doctor's orders.
Uncle,
I fear you are not receiving my letters. It's okay. I couldn't honestly say I expected anyone to send them, considering... What postage is there? Besides, I'm not sure if I remember your address. I would forget how to count if I did not have ten fingers to practice.
You always told me it was good to have a sense of humor. A good man can make any situation turn out in his favor. I am trying, uncle. No one here knows how to tell a joke. It is painful to laugh with no water, but I do try.
I'm getting ahead of myself again. I apologize. I don't have enough paper for all of these drafts... I keep throwing them away because they all turn out too melancholy. I think one thing I have deduced from my letter writing is that I don't have the slightest idea what to write about. My days are dreary and blank. They blend together but not fast enough. I tire of this life, but a good man holds it together for everyone around him. Like you said, uncle.
I am afraid. The guards here call me The Executioner but it is not what I want to be. I want to be a gentleman and I still have not figured out the nuances of poetry. There isn't anything poetic here but I like the idea that I could've worked on my prose if I knew how.
I do not want to worry you. I want to learn poetry. Perhaps if they send this one, you can remind me of a few lines.
Godspeed,
Rene
Location: Edinburgh
Date: 8th September
Day: Sunday
Year: 1550
Notes:
The Executioner to receive new assignment in the children's ward.
Disease spreading in children's ward.
Confiscation of letter, after thorough reading, it has been destroyed. Offending worker has been whipped. Dr R recommended ninety lashes. executed.
Uncle,
A good man takes his lashes in solace. Uncle, I do not think I am a good man. I still cry. I do not know how long I have been here, or how many times they have lashed me, but I am not strong enough to be a good man in the face of all that pain. For this, I know I have disappointed you; I am sorry. I have tried to grit my teeth and bear it like you taught me...
The Executioner is not who I am but it is what they call me. He is a different man. He does horrible things to people when they tell him to. He hurts children and women and elderly people and he has no idea what it is to be a gentleman. He has no idea what it is to be a good man. But he thinks in beautiful lines of poetry I do not understand.
The guards like to parade me around during orientation. They take turns spitting on me and kicking me because I am The Executioner. I wasn't before I came here. The old guards like to show the new ones what my nickname means because they think it will scare them. It always does. You always said I would grow to be tall and strong. Now I am lucky if I'm still tall.
Yesterday I had a dream about dancing. I wish I took the chance to formally dance with a woman when I could've. Though I've tried my hardest, I can't hum the rhythms correctly. When I do have the strength to stand, I spin around the tiny room like a fool.
I hope I dream of dancing again.
Best,
Rene
Location: Edinburgh
Date: 8th September
Day: Sunday
Year: 1550
Notes:
The Executioner children's ward cleanup completed.
Executioner isolated.
Uncle,
The children screamed when they saw my face. The guards told them what I looked like beforehand and everyone knows what the Executioner does. The seconds after they were done dying were the only peace I have had in...
Best,
Rene
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Jul 21, 2021 20:41:04 GMT
Post by Dobu on Jul 21, 2021 20:41:04 GMT
Location: Edinburgh
Date: 16th September
Day: Monday
Year: 1550
Persons under care: 1409
Persons within medical ward: 52 Men. 67 Women. 18 Infants.
Persons under suspicion: 13 Men. 8 Women
Persons deemed invalid: 26 men. 22 Women.
Persons introduced: 3 women.
Total deceased thus far: 487 individuals. 12 to follow shortly.
Total number of experiments: 13, excluding 5 just concluded. See Doctor Notes.
Conditions: Average.
Weather: Clear.
Notes:
Work has gone smoothly.
Protests as well as conflict has been kept to a minimum with the executioner in play.
Supply flow has been consistent. Being withheld until further notice as per request of Dr. D.
All sources of light have been removed from both female and male wards as per request of Dr. D.
All letters from the air claimant are now to be checked with extreme caution. Suspected of possible escape attempts if given the opportunity.
Hi Pa,
This place is horrid. I wish I could be back at home with you and Ma but it doesn’t seem like that’s going to be happening anytime soon. I miss the skies more than anything, floating with the clouds and seeing everything from above as it should be seen. I don’t know how much longer I can stay in this place and stay sane. I hate the food, I hate the clothes, the air itself even smells of death and decay but I’m trying my best to endure. I’ve been trying to make friends but no one seems all too willing to do so, it’s like there isn’t a single shred of hope in this place and everyone gets beaten so often things manage to stay dreary no matter how much I attempt to lighten the mood. At least no one confuses me for a boy in this place but that's only because the males and females stay in separate areas. Wards they call them. I don't know how much longer things are going to go on like this but it feels as if they want us to simply give up on everything that isn't within this place they've kept us confined in. I can't see myself giving up on anything however.
I can’t help but want to protect everyone, save them from this place and yet what can I do? What power do I have that would allow me to be so capable? I’ve never been the best at handling these situations Pa, I’ve only ever relied on you to help me with these types of things. Please. Tell me what I have to do. What’s the right choice to make? My weapons have been taken away from me and I don't even have anything to fight with other than those. I don't want to fight at all if it can be helped! Even so it hurts me dearly to see the others being mistreated. I want to help them too, but I can't do it alone.
I don’t know how much more of this I can bear. Even if I can’t be in the skies a smile other than my own would be more than enough to carry me forward, but even those are nowhere to be seen. I need you. I need your guidance. I wish to be quit of this place. To fly away and never come back. Tell me what I should do. All of these frowning faces and people who order us around, it just makes me feel so helpless. So confined and shackled. I want to be free and in the open air. I need to be free.
Please talk to me,
Diogorah.
Location: Edinburgh
Date: 18th September
Day: Wednesday
Year: 1550
Notes:
Air claimant letter has been confiscated, reviewed and destroyed. Suspicion have been confirmed and punishment to be administered accordingly.
Dr. R has recommended one hundred lashes. Dr. D has confirmed that Air claimant is to be given no food for the next following day. Executed.
Air claimant has also been found floating about. Heavy shackles have been placed around ankles by order of Dr. D to encourage staying on the ground. Time outside cut to minimum amount if it all. Floating has ceased.
Air claimant vocally defended another female in the ward. Escalated quickly to physical defending when punishment was to be delivered. Dr. R suggested a new form of punishment and opted to place the Air claimant in a small hole underground. Hole has been sealed and air flow is kept to a minimum. Executed.
Upon releasing from the hole Air claimant is more cooperative but Dr. D recommends a close eye be kept on her regardless. Dr. R recommends annual whippings be administered to discourage anymore insubordination. Fifty lashes minimum. More if suspicions rise. Executed.
Dear Pa,
It hurts. My body hurts all the time. I thought it would be the right thing to step in, to stop them from hurting someone else. All it did was get me another punishment. They whip me all the time even when I’ve done nothing wrong now. Everyday the only thing I can expect with certainty is another new beating and it feels as if they become more aggressive with every session. One of the doctors has begun to question me more often now and I suspect they don’t trust me but all I want is for everyone to be happy. This situation may be below average but that doesn’t mean we can’t make the best of it, right? Isn’t that what you taught me? I used to float around when I could to remember the feeling of being in the outside air, but now they strapped these heavy shackles to my ankles. I can barely walk with these things sometimes and it's even harder after the lashings. I can't muster the courage to try anymore, I don't want to go back to the hole. The hole is a bad place. The hole is so dark and lonely.
I need you. I need you to comfort me as you always have in the past. Everyday hurts more and more no matter how much of this I face and no matter how much I pray it never seems to end. I want to give up, to just fall into place and be like everyone else I see. I feel myself wanting to lose hope and yet I remember how I was raised better, raised to believe that no matter what happens things will get better. I remember you telling me that the times of turmoil are simply trials to test us all. Things that will only make us stronger in the end. How I hope you are right. I wish to be in the skies again, to see you and Ma again. I refuse to falter until I get those things. I cannot succumb without flying again.
Ever strong and waiting,
Diogorah.
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Sept 11, 2021 11:00:21 GMT
Post by Spira on Sept 11, 2021 11:00:21 GMT
Doctor: Dr. Claudius Dee
Element: Life
Room: 78 Date: 31st December Day: Sunday Year: 1550
Subject code: 786 F. 888 M. Elements: Chaos. F. Water. M Result: 786 Deceased. 888 Critical.
Observation:
Immediate organ failure after transplant of 888 element. Machine defective. Further work required. 888 to make full recovery. In the meanwhile, subject 453 will take 786 place. If all else fails, one of the new females who arrived in the past 6 months will take the f place in the experiments. Results and report expected. Our benefactor is running out of patience.
Dear Papa,
It has come to my attention that they are burning my letters, hence my punishment. So for the time being I will no longer be writing letters to you. I do not believe that it is worth the risk to be punished. Though I can tell you much about my time here thus far. I have been behaving and so they are treating me a little better, there's rumours of someone named 'The Executioner' they say if you see him walking towards your building then you ought to know that death is upon you. There is much I wish to tell you. I made a friend, a mouse... actually and she's quite good at sneaking in and out of the cracks in the walls; it seems many of us who are stuck here have made friends with particular mouse, she never asks for food and she seldom does anything to warrant negative attention. She's like a small bundle of hope and she's lovely to cuddle up... the only comfort for the heart in this dreaded place.
They never turn the heater on, so we freeze and the showers and baths are none to pleasant, they're ice cold and the only ones who get any sign of warmth are those whose limbs are about to fall off. There are humans here, and they get treated far better, they get their own beds, their own rooms even! Their food looks so much more appealing... we've been eating the same food for as long as I've been here... some girl I think she was a nature claimant nearly lost her hand to the matron for stealing an apple — it was half rotten anyway so I do not know why she cared so much.
The doctors are a menace, they point at us with boards in their hands, scribbling away and spitting at us if we try to approach them... there's two in particular who are most scary, they go by Dr D and Dr R. Dr D is a little nicer... a little less insane. It is however Dr R that we fear for. He's the one who'll rip your hair out, cut you open and turn you into a creature with frog legs and seven eyes — that's what the other claimants told me... Dr D is a Life claimant, but that's another rumour.
Ever hopeful, ever loving.
Wisty.
Location: Edinburgh
Date: 2nd January
Day: Tuesday
Year: 1551
Persons under care: 986.
Persons within medical ward: 0 Men. 11 Women. 9 Infants.
Persons under suspicion: none
Persons deemed invalid: 3 men. 5 Women.
Persons introduced: none
Total deceased thus far: 521 individuals.
Total number of experiments: 105 excluding 10 just concluded.
Conditions: Standard
Weather: Fair
Notes:
Dr R is out. He will return by the 15th.
We were not given half of what we asked, thus rationing has been implemented. Rations are as followed
1 boiled egg and 1 cracker - grown women.
1 cracker, small handful mixed nuts - grown men.
1/2 apple - teen girls
1/2 pear - teen males
1 glass milk, 1/2 slice cheese, 1/3 potato - toddlers/infants.
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