Heartstrings, Part Two (Open, Playhouse Only)

To you, who are a Psyche Terrorist of the Platinum Playhouse,

You may or may not have met me. The playhouse knows me as Nightingale. As I write this letter to you, on the eve of an important decision, I am preparing for what will probably result in my death. You probably know from the television that our leader, Shotaro, was captured last night in Little Tokyo. This morning, another of our member, who goes by the name Yuri, walked alone into a meeting with an online entity known as Joker, and was nearly killed. I was there to try to help him, but in the end, he was taken in by the police. With any luck, he will be released. But given the nature of the incident, he will likely be questioned by Cadets, and I fear that will end badly.

We have lost much in a very short amount of time, and now Joker has found leverage to convince me to walk into one of his traps as well. I am resigned to my fate, and will face whatever end is coming for me. But, I wanted this message to reach those of the playhouse who might share my concerns. We're divided. Even when we had a leader, we were divided. We are novices, children, every day people with powers we never asked for. But now we have chosen to use it. We have chosen to join the group that calls themselves the Platinum Playhouse. Do you know what that means? Have any of us thought about it. One of our members, Unison, told me the original members had aspirations, things they were supposed to achieve with this organization, but in my desire to deal with my own problems, I didn't ask what those goals were.

I feel as though each of us is fighting their own battle against whatever force assails them, or whatever injustice they see in the world. Had we coordinated better before the failed mission in Little Tokyo, Shotaro may have never been captured. Had Yuri brought his plan to entice Joker to the group, we may have had plans in place to avoid the incident that got him captured.

So, this is me, bringing my plight and my plans to the group. To everyone, even the playhouse members that I have never met before. Joker may kill me, he may expose me and I may be spirited away by the Cadets, but he will not stop with me. The Cadets won't stop either. They want to imprison us, and wipe our brains so that we can only do the will of the state. They will come at us one by one, unless we stand together and communicate. Coordinate.

I'm going to meet with Joker, because running will not solve this problem, and I am prepared to do it alone. But I would prefer to do it with my allies. All of them. Because the playhouse is not a building, it's not Shotaro, it is us, the members. Alone, we are hapless prey, but together we can be mighty. Together we can be what Shotaro, and those that came before us wanted us to be.

Below I've provided the address of the location I've been asked to come to, the time, and a diagram with the point at which I plan to enter the building. I will walk into this one way or the other, but if you join me, perhaps we can show Joker that we will not be made his puppets so easily. He will expect me, but he will not expect an army.

The choice is yours.

To those I love, if this is farewell, Thank you for giving me a reason to soar.

~Nightingale

The location of the warehouse Nadia has been called to, a hand drawn diagram of the warehouse and those around it - with a marker marking the position she wishes to enter the building from, and the time of her arrival.

Nadia is no longer in the playhouse, but the letters will remain there all evening. Feel free to post responses your characters may have to them with each other or to themselves in this thread, asuming you want them to stop by in time to read them. For those who wish to answer Nadia's call to arms, feel free to DM me on discord. Be aware that aiding Nadia in this will likely consume your night slot, so those planning to dash will not be able to, and those who signed up for the meeting will be barred from going, as this event will happen at the same time.