is the Solstice.
Viv has been kind enough to procure me an extra cricket bat since I'm no good with the crowbar. There is a suspicious package in her letterbox which we will open tomorrow morning. If one of you guys sent it, please let us know because we're both seriously freaked out, since there's no return address or even any markings on it apart from her address.
I think I'll try to get some sleep tonight, before proxies invade or whatever the hell is going to happen (could someone fill us New Zealanders in?), because the motel I stayed in last night was a piece of shit and a proxy climbed in my window. I'm never sleeping without the windows being locked ever again. Paranoia.
I smell like a girl at the moment because the first thing I did when I got here was take a shower because I haven't washed in two days (motel shower was full of arachnids). First time Vivi sees me in about two weeks and I smelled like a men's locker room that has no air vents. Way to go, Chess. I used Vieve's shower gel, so I smell like flowers but at least I'm clean.
Until a couple of minutes ago Genevieve was right next to me so she would have written something on the end of this post but she's cooking at the moment. Smells delicious. I offered to help, she offered to introduce me to the end of my spine. Typical Vieve.
Solstice, Solstice. Everyone stay safe, alright? Vieve is quite fond of you all and she'd be awfully upset if you all got offed by Hallowed.