A message for everybody else (Minako Aino)

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A message for everybody else (Minako Aino)
Date of Cutscene: 15 December 2015
Location: On somebody's desk
Synopsis: Minako forges letters for people.
Cast of Characters: Minako Aino

A tablet. A phone. Stationery. Scrap paper. Words and pretty hopeful phrases scattered across them.

While VIRTUE provides top-notch 'benefits' to its 'employees' like secret doctors, informants, loans, training, and support, the subject of death benefits rarely comes up - a lack of business licenses and contracts keeps it a topic rarely discussed.

So the unenviable job of providing these benefits is often left to its members' initiative.

The most depressing research. Sailor V sits hunched over a table, peering over it all, talking to a cat, reading over whatever snippets of poetic words she can find in Google. "We got to write something saying 'I am going to be away a while'. That nobody will follow up on. That nobody CAN follow up on. But after a while, it has to act as 'last words' and be a good memory."

"What do I say to my neighbors? My classmates? The orphans I'm tutoring? People I volunteer to work under? All the other people I know? And anybody who might have a legit reason to peek into my apartment while I'm gone?"

Then, a dejecting game of charades. Minako as a dead man, her cat as the people who will miss him, the people she's lying to. Slowly, she chips away at the problem. 'Family trouble' is not a plausible excuse for an orphan to be gone a while. So instead, she adds in exciting claims of travel or success, far far away.

'I will be building orphanages overseas'

'I will be raising money for charities by racing across the continents'

'I will be visiting foreign diplomats'

'I will be studying abroad'

Fanciful, but difficult to confirm. Yet they all 'feel' believable, will leave good feelings in the survivors. Reasons that are important enough that it 'makes sense' if he doesn't come back.

She peppers her letters with praise for their intended recipients. I never taught such good students. I never met such friendly neighbors. I always enjoyed our talks. Visiting your family's businesses was always fun.

Then, copying, proofreading, re-writing.

Neat, boyish script to match other bits of writing he left around his apartment. Neater and boyisher, even. Respectful. Slow and careful writing.

Then, a shower and another round of re-writes, with gloves and hairnets to protect against fingerprints and DNA evidence against her. Just in case.

The task is more effort than a real week of school. It's tiring in every way possible for a person to be tired.

"Good news for you, Artsie: you'll only need to write one of these for me."