Conversation · Mail Collection Box

The dented yellow mailbox greets you with it's graffito, bullet holes and an RCM sticker.

Drop the white envelope into the mailbox.

You drop the white envelope in the darkness. It lands with a soft thud on what sounds like a couple of letters.

About a week's worth of mail has collected in there. They'll empty this very soon.

Probably did the right thing. You can't trust that slug Evrart -- you know he's going to play you somehow.

"Let's go back to Evrart." The lieutenant turns towards the industrial harbour. "This better be worth it -- after what we did."

"Alright, let's go back to Evrart." The lieutenant turns towards the industrial harbour. "If we don't mention anything to him, he won't know before it's too late."

For good or ill, the deed is done.

Drop the white envelope into the mailbox.

[Leave.]

Drop the white envelope into the mailbox.

"Good mail delivery box." (Pat the box.)

The mail collection box has no faith in your psychopathic manipulations.

The box seems happy.

"Eat shit, pig!", "FUCKED BY THE CUNN" and "Saint-G" with a crown have been scribbled on it. "Jennie is a WHORE" and "Baise cette mailbox!" also.

I feel you, mail collection box.

The mail collection box seems cathartic, thankful even. So do you. You shudder. Then you swallow.

And then suddenly you see it: over all the other graffitos someone has -- using the tip of a very sharp knife -- cut the words: REVACHOL FOREVER.

Mail collection box, you should man the fuck up.

The mailbox does not know how to man up, it is an inanimate object.

Been there, Poste L'Aventurier mail collection box... been there.

The mail collection box has no faith in your psychopathic manipulations.

The box seems happy.

"Fuck you, mail delivery box!" (Kick it.)

There is a hollow ring as you kick the box. It sounds like it's mostly empty. Your toe hurts now.

Your toe has suffered damage. It hurts!

"Cool." The lieutenant nods approvingly. "You really showed that mail collection box."

He does not actually think it's cool. If anything, the lieutenant feels sorry for the poor box -- he's leaning in to inspect the layers of graffito that deface it.

"Oh, you're being sarcastic. I get it. It was actually a dick move."

The lieutenant pats the box, ever so slightly.

Dodged the bullet there... He must see the box as the weaker of the two, and you as a bully -- something he doesn't stand for.

(Rub your toe.) "You think so? You think it was cool?"

"I don't. Let's go."

He must see the box as the weaker of the two, and you as a bully -- something he doesn't stand for.

Say nothing. [Leave.]

The lieutenant pats the box on the head, ever so slightly, before walking away.

There is a hollow, saddened ring as you kick the L'Aventurier mail collection box. It sounds betrayed, in disbelief even.

There is a hollow ring as you kick the box. It sounds like it's mostly empty. Your toe hurts now.

There is a hollow, saddened ring as you kick the L'Aventurier mail collection box. It sounds betrayed, in disbelief even.

Drop the white envelope into the mailbox.

But the documents inside the envelope still lack the required signatures...

"It's not going to be that easy. We need to dirty our hands with the signatures." He looks around. "I assume that's the goal here."

It's not going to be that easy. Evrart wants you to dirty your hands getting these signatures and he will quickly find out if you just mail.

"I knew we'd get to use this mailbox -- for something."

"Other than kicking?"

"Yes. For sending mail."

Other than kicking? You were right!

Other than developing a personal relationship? Looks like you were right.

The dented yellow mailbox greets you with it's graffito and bullet holes in the front.

This "Poste L'Aventurier" mail collection box has been heavily vandalized with graffito. A closer inspection reveals two bullet holes in the front.

A faint sticker on the side reads: "RCM Emergencies Desk no 8-100-2", with a slogan: "Mankind, be vigilant!"