This collection shows all the mail received from Owen. These are personal mails sent to the Mailbox.
Collection Details
A total of 5 cortex entries make reference to this mail.
All these entries are Owen (Mailbox) sent to The Freelancer during the year 468 LV.
Honest letter. I am a teeny bit tipsy. Buckle up for feelings.
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I never drink, and maybe this is a bad idea, but I think I should send you a letter while I'm feeling...
honest.
I'm a little cranky about your old team coming back into the picture.
Especially Faye.
Sure, I'm feeling a bit replaced, but I'm trying hard to understand.
Look, that was a big deal when you went into the Heart of Rage.
I wasn't there, but you shared how intense that was.
I told you my feelings about my father dropping me off at the Satomi.
I haven't told many about that.
I feel like we have a good...
sharing thing, which is good.
And...
I've tried to talk to Haluk and Faye about that mission, but they shut me down.
Bah, I'm taking it too personally.
Too many feelings, probably? I tend to do that.
Even when I was little, my mother used to say, "Owen, go to your room to cry.
Come back when you're happy."
I'll be fine! Looking forward to playing my part.
We're going to do awesome.
I'm feeling better now just writing it all down.
In fact, I may not even send this.
Owen
Happy Birthday!
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Just a quick note to wish you a Happy Birthday!
Actually, I'm not sure when it is.
Chances are it's not today, but you must have had one in the last year, and I missed it.
I guess Happy Belated Birthday is more accurate, unless it is actually today, in which case my original message stands.
Happy Birthday!
Mine is tomorrow.
I think.
I actually don't know the precise date.
The records were lost in a fire.
Let's call it tomorrow.
Happy Birthday to us!
Owen
Just a Heads-Up
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Hey pal,
I've been issued a citation from the Organization of Fort Cyphers—who knew that was even a thing?—for unprofessional behavior.
Something about "activity unbecoming a cypher of my level and experience." Blah blah blah.
There's a fine.
I'm inclined to ignore it, but I won't have access to the amplifiers in the enclave until I pay.
So, I paid it.
Therefore, I'll need to keep more than half of the next few contracts to pay myself back.
I mean, we need the amplifier, right? Thanks, partner.
I'm good for it.
You're the best.
Owen
Update on the Pilot Lessons
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As I'm currently a little short on the resources required to pay for lancer lessons, I'm not quite where I hoped I'd be.
Luckily, I'm a natural.
Madame Chronicler has provided me with a number of books and I've spent many hours observing classes while hiding in a field of nearby stinkhands.
At this rate, I should be ready to take to the sky soon.
In fact, much sooner than the official classes would have allowed me.
That's the news, partner.
Things are going well.
The future is bright.
I'm the best.
Owen
Weather is Beautiful, Wish You Were Here
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Happy Birthday!
It's still not today, is it? That's fine.
I'm sure it's close enough.
It's got to be the right day someday, right?
I wanted to send you one of those postcards with an overly picturesque landscape image on the front, but there aren't any here.
No postcards of any kind, really.
So you'll just have to imagine the "Greetings from beautiful ____________!" and pointless gushing about the weather for yourself.