Time: 09:00 Am

Date: 19 December 1931

Location: Detroit Business District

It was the first day for TheButcher in Detroit, he had just moved here the day before and he was looking for a job when he found one at this PostCard Shop. It was a small old shop, newly renovated and it was due to open today. As soon as you get into the shop, a big sign read:

Welcome to The PostCard Shop

The small shop was divided into different zones with postcards from all cities in the country and from all over the world were put in order according to distance from Detroit. So you get those from Detroit right on your left side once you enter, and those from different countries in sequence as per their distance from Detroit...etc

The postcards were a very high quality ones, with a very nice taste in selections, be it nature, monuments, historical places, cars...etc It had a very wide selection of postcards and at an affordable price.

They had a personalized postcards section as well, you can ask for anything you want, and you will get it specially made for you in a day or two, of course at a different price.

Are you Far From Home?

Send A Nice Card To Your Loved Ones

It was a cold evening late in December as Tycho took a stroll down the business district of Detroit. The Christmas days had been fun with his family over in Los Angeles, but a meeting with business associates was the reason he arrived in Detroit today. The hotel Tycho checked into was almost deserted and out of boredom he went into town to seek out a nice bar.

When Tycho walked by the PostCard shop he looked at the cards out in the display. His mind drifted to home in Europe where he left so long ago. Europe was never the place that could offer what America had brought him, but in these days the memory of his childhood comes to mind. Tycho looks around before he hurries inside where he looks at the different cards before he picks one.

"Could I borrow a pencil, sir?" Tycho asked the man at the counter.

With the given pencil he quickly writes a short message to his brother that he hasn't spoken to in over 12 years.

Tycho then asks the man at the counter to put the card in an envelope and post it for him. After paying, Tycho heads for the door, but turns around to address the man at the counter.

"Thank you again and I wish you happy holidays, good sir."

Since his departure from Italy he had known he would stay on the run, leaving the army had been the best decision of his life, but it came with consequences after his conscription.   He knew he would never be able to go back, but that was the way the world worked now was time to lead them astray.

Shuffling through some Toronto post cards, he prepared for the long drive ahead as soon as he could find a car that would do the job to get him accross the border for a day or two away.

"just these" 

he murmured to the cashier as he smiled as he slipped some takings from an old ladies purse over. 

Dave Skylark use to like going travelling round the world and collecting postcards he had a very rare one he always carried with him from North Korea. As he wondering the business district of his home town Detroit he noticed a shop with postcard he never thought of getting one of his home town but he was interested as he loved his city.  Dave pushed the shop door open and walked in he started to explore the postcards on the wall and in the stands after 5 minutes of looking Dave found the perfect one so he picked it up and went over to the counter. 

"Can I have this one please?"

Syn dashed down the street looking for a place to hide, he wasn't sure if he was being followed or not but he moved quickly, not looking back and making erratic decisions to make for a route that would be difficult to follow. He found himself at the business district and as he ventured deeper he let his guard down to find a place to hide in. A new place had just opened up and was selling post cards. He ran inside and found himself among an immense collection of pictured rectangles. 

How convenient! I finished that job for the boss and i'm in the best place in the world to send word that the job is done. 

Syn browsed the selection of post cards and found the most plain post card he could find. He frantically searched his coat for a pen, not finding one he checked his pockets. Still not being able to find one he checked his hat. A few moments passed and Syn realized he was looking for a pen in a hat. He just didn't have one, he must have left it at home. He looked around to see if he could find one laying around, after all this is a place where people write things. Nothing. No pens to be found. Defeated, he bowed his head and stared at the post card. All of the sudden a tug at his coat gained his attention, he turned around to see what it was and at first sight it appeared to be nothing... Until he looked down. Standing in front of him was a little girl, about the age of six. She said nothing but held up a red crayon for Syn to use. She must have been watching him frantically search the store, including his own hat for a pen. Syn smiled and she smiled back. He gently took the crayon from the girl and quickly wrote a message.

BOSS, 

IT'S DONE

S

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar bill, he wrapped the bill around the crayon and handed the crayon back to the little girl who was still smiling up at him. 

Thank you little miss. 

Syn turned on his heel and made his way for the counter. He pulled out another big bill and set it on the counter next to the employee. Can you send this to Philly... today?

Morte was traveling around Detroit when she noticed a little postcard shop, named precisely The PostCard Shop.

Fitting.. She thought to herself before parking the rental car in front of the building. She had a few friends around the country that she wouldn't mind sending some cards to, so she exited from the car and pushed open the door into the business.

Walking in, she noted the smell, and that it was actually rather crowded. She smiled at the thought of people knowing where she was. She thought they just HAD to know she was in Detroit. Not that they'd really care, she was sure, but she had never sent postcards before so.. today was their lucky day!

She made her way around, picking up a few postcards here, a few there. She made her way up to the counter and spoke to the cashier saying, "I'd like to buy these, please, Sir." 

Laying cash down on the counter, she said with a smile, "Please keep the change. Thanks Sir, have a nice day."

A pencil was laying on the counter so she grabbed it and held it up to show the cashier that she was going to borrow it, and she made her way over to a table by the window. 

She started on the first card and addressed it,

Sienna, Shameless Headquarters, Bronx, NY, with a note on it that said,

"Just thought you would like to know that I'm in Detroit right at this very moment, Sienna. This card is for you, and I figured you would just LOVE the picture of the beautiful Detroit monument on the front. I know you have a fascination for buildings.. Maybe.. Have a good day. ♥Morte."

She started on the second card and addressed it,

Scott-Weiland, The Winter Wonderland Headquarters, South Philly, Philadelphia, with a note on it that said,

"Hello Scott. I wanted you to know that I'm currently in Detroit, and I picked this card out for you because of the pretty car on the front. I hope you're having a good day today. I'm sure you're just lounging around somewhere... You seem to do that a lot.. Anyways.. Have a good one!  ♥Morte

 She started on the third card and addressed it,

Kush, Lower Class Brats Headquarters, Brooklyn, New York, with a note on it that said, 

"Kush.. You've been chosen to receive a postcard from me.. It's your lucky day, I think. Anyways, I'm sure you're somewhere gambling all your money away. Just wanted you to know that I'm sitting here at this postcard shop in Detroit. I know you wouldn't be able to live without knowing where I'm at.. Or something.. Have a wonderful day. Goodbye! ♥Morte

On the third card, she wrote the address,

Muerte_Roja, The Devil's Trap Headquarters, South Philly, Philadelphia, and wrote a note that said,

"Hello my lovely twin sister. You have such a weird sleep schedule that I'm sure you are passed out right now, but.. at this very moment, I'm in the heart of Detroit writing a postcard to you and a few other friends. I'm sure you're dreaming strange dreams about me and bowling balls but.. Just know.... IT'S NEVER GONNA' FIT! Now that I know you got a good laugh, I will close this off and say.. Have a super day, sister. Much love, Morte. ♥"

After writing out a few more postcards, she walked back up to the cashier to give him the pencil, then left the business to find a postbox to drop the postcards into. When she had successfully found one and dropped off the cards, she got back into her waiting vehicle to continue driving around and exploring Detroit.

About a day after joining a crew in Detroit, Hova received a message from his relatives who lived far away. Hova wanted to send them a nice post card. So he went to the business district to find the items he needed.

The PostCard Shop had the proper cards that Hova wanted to send. He got the one with cityscape. He went to the post office and sent his relatives the postcard.