Prologue - Departure - May 1, 2019

Dear Katie,

I don't have much time and I'm not entirely sure this is really happening.

You know how they say 'ask and ye shall receive'? It's becoming a little to literal at this moment. Basically I, being my dumbass self, decide to make a bet with a god. Not your Capital-G one, but more like the R-O-B ones. Yeah, like in "This Bites!". Exactly like that one actually. A honest to goodness Random Fucking Omnipotent Being. Who decided to masquerade as a commenter on one of my fics and make a bet with me. About my chances of surviving all the way to Raftel.

It was a cool argument until I got slapped with magical sobriety and the realization this was Actually Happening. And apparently pinkie promises are divinely ordained unbreakable and being under the influence is meaningless in debating the validity of agreement when 'divine providence' is in play.

So, after a little debate, shameless begging, and threats to be the most boring toy possible I got two boons.

One, that my disappearance won't be sudden or disruptive so all my loans and payments will be stalled until I return. And everyone I know will think I'm on some kind of once-in-a-lifetime trip. Which, ha, is kind of the truth.

Two, I'd be able to communicate with one person so I don't completely lose it.

That person is you. So, you'll be receiving these letters, though how exactly they are meant to get to you was a bit unclear. I just had this Tom Riddle-esque diary dropped into my lap and an hour long timer to get my affairs in order. I texted everyone I love them, arranged to pay Jessie my rent, and have quickly packed anything I thought could help.

I've been sitting in the living room petting Fred and writing this to you. You've already got a stupid long voice message that is super schmoopy, but I'm gonna go ahead and say this for my sanity.

I love you. You are my best friend. If I die make sure Logan gets his watch back and tell my cat I love her.

Also that argument I'm still denying ever happened that you could have been theoretically possibly won had to do with music and that's all you're getting.

My hour is almost up and I feel like I'm gonna throw up.

Wish me luck.

Jacquie Dalton

Author's Note: You no what nobody asked for but I really wanted to do because I hadn't seen it yet? An epistolary SI-OC. I because my OP kick is continuing (despite my lack of updates) settled on doing it this way. This is mostly unplanned and an exercise to get me writing daily. So, I have a vague sort of idea for things I want to happen.

Also in order to allow YOU to better decide if this is the fix for you her are some tags to give you an idea of themes that will be occurring.

Story Tags: Epistolary Fic, LGBT+ Characters, Original Female Characters, Discussion of Shipping, Everyone Can Be Gay, Mental Health Issues, Depression, Anxiety, Complex PTSD, Past Child Abuse, Poverty, Past Assault, Non-Sexual Cuddling, Friendship, Possible Romance Later

This sounds serious and it will have its moments, Jacquie like every OP character has a tragic backstory and it will be explored. Not drastically necessarily, but it will effect her and the decisions she makes and her reactions. Also Jacquie is a bisexual woman so she will on occasion discuss LGBT+ issues and sexism. This will mostly be pretty light .