Something in the Water

I love that song.

Slendy appears to have found the restaurant we work at because he's chilling outside the gardening centre next door. Buying some roses for your garden, Slendy? I swear, next thing I know he'll be walking in and ordering the mushroom risotto.

Leah and Max have become Sickeningly Sweethearts in our absence. It makes my head hurt just LOOKING at them.

I'm about to have my lunch break, which I will use to duck down to the supermarket down the road and get some ingredients for dinner since the cupboards are looking rather sparse and we're feeding Jeff and Cheska as well as ourselves tonight.

--Vivi

Back to work.

Vieve here. Christmas was fun, it was nice having a couple of days off, but today Chester and I have work. And, since I've been working here for a couple of years now, I know that the days after Christmas are usually pretty insane. Oh well. It pays for my rent and it's not boring, although I'm really not looking forward to the next two months, where it's gonna get a fair bit more humid and working in a space with several hot ovens in it is not going to be fun. I don't mind the heat, the heat is fine, but the humidity drives me insane.

Chester is in the kitchen. He is trying to learn to cook. While it's sweet of him to want to be able to help me, Chester is a notoriously awful chef and I'm having to check on him once every five minutes to make sure he isn't turning the bacon into charcoal and burning the pancakes. He seems to be doing alright, but you can never be sure. If things start to go wrong, Chester is the sort of person who flips out and runs around in circles for a while before he gets down to the business of fixing things, and in the interim the problem has usually got worse.

Ah well. Chester's got an invitation to come along to Matarangi, so I will not have to spend ten days totally alone with my folks, which is nice. Unfortunately, as far as I know I will not have an internet connection so you lovely people will have to get by without me. Let's just hope nothing too major happens while I'm gone...

Well, work starts in just over an hour so I'm going to see if nothing too awful has happened to those pancakes.

Giftwrap and Genki Girls

Leaving Vieve unattended with wrapping paper is a spectacularly bad idea. Her giftwrapping is hilariously haphazard. (Insert short pause in which Vivi hits Chester) It's rather endearing really. I've had to help her with all the things that aren't square otherwise the results are an epic waste of paper. Which her cat then lies on.

I went out this morning and got her a present. Just something small since I'm currently unemployed although I do have some money because I'm renting out my house until the end of January, although Mr Irving is rather kindly giving me my job back after Christmas since he couldn't find someone to replace me. He's also fine with Vieve and I being away over part of January, which is awfully kind of him, but the two others who work here sometimes in the mornings are apparently buying a house and need the extra work. Everybody wins.

Today, I met Viv's sister Elaine. Elaine is a Perky Goth, emphasis on the perky. Elaine is what happens if you put a litre of Red Bull, five cups of sugar, and glitter in a blender, take the top off, turn it on the fastest speed possible and then run for cover. She has so much energy it isn't even funny. She literally flung the door open, raced in grinning, accosted me and asked why I was sitting on the couch in my pyjamas and did I stay the night last night oooooooooh did we do anything she should be worried about last night (No, we didn't) and Vieve's cat has gotten sooooo much bigger since she last saw her, maybe she's getting fed to much, oh my god did you see The Social Network it was such a good movie I went to see it with my boyfriend last week and it was amazing and instead of popcorn we smuggled in a tin of those chocolate-filled wafer sticks, which are soooooooooooo delicious AND OH MY GOD I HAVEN'T FINISHED MY CHRISTMAS SHOPPING BYE SIS BYE CHESTER I HAVE TO GO!

And then she left. Which makes me wonder what the rest of her family is like because I've only ever met her mother, who's also energetic- her brother lived in Finland or somewhere until early this year, her father is in Singapore 9 months out of twelve and Elaine just wasn't around very often. I always thought that since families tend to have similar temperaments, the rest of Vivi's family would be pretty quiet except when you irritate them. Maybe Vieve is the odd one out. Maybe her entire family are Genki.

...

God, if you're up there, please help me.

Christmas dinner with the Sullivans. I'll inform you of the death toll on Boxing Day.

Thank Goodness.

Vieve here.

You have no idea how utterly relieved I am. I don't know who participated in the Solstice for definite, but most of the people who I knew for sure were helping out seem alive and kicking, which is soimmenselyrelievingyouhavenoidea. Seriously, the Solstice may have been freaking scary for you people, but at least you knew more about what was going on than Chester and I. And not knowing things that are important, such as whether your friends are still alive, is scarier than the scariest thing you can name. Nothing is Scarier.

I was working in the morning again today so I could have the afternoon to breathe, and around twelve when I'm just thinking about going come, Chester comes in the back door, grinning ear to ear, goes "I'll be kidnapping Vivi now, we're going on a date."

You can kind of predict how that went down. Max dropped the empty bowl he was carrying on his foot, Leah slopped water all down herself, and Mariko walked in to see what was going on and started laughing.

They were quite freaked out. Is it really so abnormal for me to, I don't know, fancy someone? I am a girl. I may have been a Bifauxnen with an allergy to Y chromosomes in my youth and I may have never dated anyone, but I am indeed female. Meh.

Over to Chester.

--Vieve

You forgot to mention the betting pool on when we *ahem*.

(WHAT? I didn't know about that! --Vieve)

It's pretty apparent you're a girl if you don't mind my saying, Vivi. Either way, lunch was pretty damn fantastic (note to self: Max knows all the good eateries in Auckland.) and Vieve is a lot easier to be around now she knows most of her friends are safe. She's still distracted, but she doesn't need reminding to eat and sleep now. Also, she's a lot more fun to hug if she's not always tense.

Turns out I am invited to Christmas dinner with Vieve's family, too. That's another group of people who have seen this coming a while back. I've called Mum to ask if my family are doing anything on Christmas night (they  usually don't, we're normally more lunch-gettogethers) but I got her answerphone,  so I've told her I'm living with Vivi until the people renting my house find somewhere else to stay and to call her home phone as opposed to mine.

Sigh. Vieve and I have rented a Studio Ghibli film because those films are...just...so...so...they make me happy. We're going to eat dinner, and we are going to watch it, and we are going to thank whatever deity is up there, if any, that things are being relatively normal.

--Chester

And now for something completely different

Today was meant to be my day off, but Mariko has conscripted me to help her show her relatives around because I know a miniscule amount of Japanese picked up from reading my best friend's japanese textbooks and one year taking the subject at school. My grammar's pretty awful and I don't remember most of what I learnt but it's better than nothing.

Solstice is coming up. I plan to take my mind off my possible impending doom this weekend with liberal application of the most recent season of Doctor Who. And when i run out of Doctor Who, musicals. When I run out of musicals...

[DATA EXPUNGED].

With a squeaky mallet.

Okay, okay, enough shout-outs and other silly business. No sign of Slendy since I last mentioned him showing up. No proxies since the chick in the drama mask. I still have the number of the phone that called me last weekish, which I THINK was some proxy trying to fuck with my brain. I may try calling it back at some point, although that's possibly not such a good idea.

I've finished all my christmas shopping now. I've stuck all the stuff to my family under the communal tree at my Mum's place and I'll be giving my co-workers their presents next week. Before the Solstice, in case something happens to me.

That's not a very cheerful thought to end an entry on. Oh dear.

Lamp Santa!

Fixed.

--Vivi

Call Backs

I just got a call from the police back in America about Kaylee. They've considered the case closed.

They told me they never found the body. They found a body, but turned out it was not Kaylee's.

Which makes me wonder. If anyone runs into a proxy, about five foot two, blonde hair, brown eyes, looks young for 20, tattoo of the date 20-11-07 on her wrist and an eyebrow piercing...if there's anything of Kaylee left in there, tell her I said hi.

I have all my christmas shopping sorted now. I can just concentrate on staying sane until the Solstice, which is getting a little easier. Nessa is hopefully living a normal life now, I know that Fizzbomb and Chester are okay (Chester was sounding a bit shaky for a bit but he seems lucid now, more lucid than when things were normal even) and Jeff seems to be alright. The operative word being seems. I still don't quite trust Fallen, not yet in any case.

Had a really delicious conversation with Telecom customer service today.

"You have been placed in a queue

Your call is valuable

It's very valuable

We hope this does not inconvenience you

(Because you're valuable,

you're so very valuable)

If you wish to make a complaint

We can handle it, we’re well prepared to handle it

Of course you may have to wait

But that’s understandable

Isn’t that understandable?

Don’t ask me, I just work here man

Don’t ask me, I just work here man

(It sounds to me like you need help!)

We’re very good to you

I hope you know we’re good to you

(Let me put you through to someone else)

They’ll know just what to do!

I’m sorry, I can’t help you

Don’t ask me, I just work here man (x4)

(Work here man)

Don’t ask me, I just work here man

Don’t ask me, I just work here man

Oh don’t ask me, I just work here man

(I just work here man)

Why don’t you fill out a form?

We can’t get back to you

Of course we can’t get back to you

But rest assured, we’ll take your comments on board

Your thoughts make change!

Thanks for your time (x4)

Thanks for your time

(Don’t ask me, I just work here man)

Thanks for your time

(Don’t ask me, I just work here man)

Thanks for your time

(Don’t ask me, I just work here man)"

--"Thanks For Your Time", Gotye

Seriously, man, how many times do I have to say "When I log in to MyTelecom, I cannot access the broadband usage meter"?  The broadband meter is not "right there", I ransacked the entire fucking site. There is a mobile broadband usage meter. I do not and have never used mobile broadband. Goddamnit, the BROADBAND USAGE METER IS NOT THERE!

snap out of it

i'm sorry, jeff

she said it wasn't my fault

but

i still...

feel guilty.

it's a flaw of mine, feeling guilty about things that I cannot prevent. i try my best to get past it but it always comes and bites me.

I'm okay. Upset, shaken, but okay. I'm glad nothing else has happened today. No proxies or slendy, just the operator symbols in my letterbox. Anything else would be...too much. There's a bar of mint chocolate in my fridge. I think I'll have a square of that, watch some Glee or something, and go to bed.

--Vivi

(p.s. chester, thanks for calling me when I needed you the most. We're even.)

(p.p.s. sorry for this post. feeling a bit fragile.)

Breather Episode.

As mentioned last post, there are now fairy lights all over my flat. My living room is quite small so I don't have room for a tree, so I compensate with fairy lights and a christmas star on my coffee table. My family are atheists but we've always been big into christmas. Every year we'd get a freaking massive tree and cover it with decorations, and we'd put fairy lights on the outside of the house and tinsel on the letterbox and my little sister would spend the week leading up to christmas permanently wearing a reindeer headband. I have fond memories of Christmas.

I don't know why I'm in such good spirits, what with Slendy and his band of merry mooks cavorting around spreading blood and crazy this Christmas season. I guess it's helping me cope, in my own way. The world is not crumbling around me. I'm just another little light in a sea of them, and most of them will never be affected by Slendy. Slendy can go on infecting people, but someday, even if all of us currently blogging (except, of course, for Zeke Strahm) are all dead or crazy by then. It's quite a comforting thought. Even if we fail, we'll be another step on the ladder to success.

Also, this could easily be renamed "The Yandere Song". For those of you who don;t want to listen to the full song (don't like it, etc) the final part of lyrics is as follows:

"Star so light and star so bright
First star I see tonight
Star so light and star so bright
Keep him by my side

I want to settle down
I want to settle down
Baby there's no need to run
I'll love you well, oh
I want to settle down
It's time to bring you down
On just one knee for now
Let's make our vows.."

Also, it's a handy excuse to plug another New Zealand musician.

Ladders.

For those of you who don't already know, earlier today Zero made a very interesting post about "generations" of the Slenderstalked. I suggest you go look, partially because it makes some quite interesting observations about progression or "phases".

The basic rundown, for you lazy people, is the following. Zero does it better than me though. Go read his version.

Gen. 1: Marble Hornets, JAFool, etc. The start, so to speak. Operator symbols, people going crazy, etc etc. This generation started to end with blogs like Seeking Truth and The Tutorial, who showed us that we could survive him.

Gen. 2: Core Theory. Characterised by the whole Sages thing, the Titles, etc. Personally, I think it started to end with Redlight taking over Robert Sagel's blog and ending with Zero telling us all to snap out of it, but some may not agree with me.

Gen. 3: Can't really tell what directions everything is going in from now, but people seem to be a lot more rational now, at least to me. I guess we'll have to wait and see.

On a non Slendyrelated topic, what's everyone planning for Christmas?

The Call Knows Your Phone Number.

Got two phone calls that pissed me off yesterday. And then one that killed my bad mood, or at least K.O.'ed it.

Phone Call #1 (Private Caller)

G: Hello, who's speaking?

???: Is this Ms. Sullivan?

G: This is she.

???: What?

G: Yes, it is.

???: We seem to have detected a virus in your computer-

G: I have Antivirus.

???: Yes, that is why I am calling you, I need to give you instructions to fix your computer.

G: Are you from the software developer?

???: Yes. First, we need your password so we can remotely fix the problem.

G: Ohhh, so you guys are from AVG? Hold on, I'll get my book of passwords.

???: (relieved) Yes, now-

G: (hostile) I use Symantec. You do realise that there was an article about this scam in the newspaper a week or so ago? You can only hit a couple of people before word starts to get around.

???: I-

G: Find a new way to scam people, honey.

(I hang up here)

Goddamn telephone scams. If anyone gets called by a supposed tech support centre yattering about detecting  a virus, hang up.

Phone Call #2: Unknown number. It's a Vodafone number and I'm on 2degrees, so it's probably costing them a fortune, which is a good thought.

???: Come outside.

G: Excuse me?

???: Come outside.

G: Why?

???: Come.

G: Where?

???: Places.

G: Who are you?

???: A servant of the Master.

G: Who the bloody fuck is the Master?

???: (pause) Who are you?

G: Pardon?

???: Who are you?

G: This is not a game of who-the-fuck-am-I!

???: ...

G:  I'm Vivi, bitch.

???: (pause) Come outside.

G: Piss off.

???: Co- (phone cuts off. Hope he ran out of credit.)

Fucking proxies. I did go outside shortly after. No proxies. Someone trying to spook me. Weird that they didn't know my name though. "Who are you?" indeed.

Phone Call #3: Chester

C: Vivinator

G: Chestertron. What's malfunctioning this time?

C: My nose is stuffed up but nothing else. I was just checking in, seeing if you were okay.

G: Who are you and what have you done with Chess?

C: I read the blogs. There seems to be some freaky stuff going down, so I thought I'd check in.

G: Well, uh, I'm fine. I had a stomach bug earlier but it's gone now.

C: Good. Look, is there anything you want for Christmas?

G: Excuse me?

C: You heard me.

G: You're running, you crazy boy, you don't have time to go christmas shopping!

C: The Solstice is on the 22nd, and I'm going to be optimistic and hope that It'll get sent into long-term dormancy or something. Three days is enough.

G: ...Just curbstomp some proxies for me, okay?

C: Okay.

G: Attaboy. Actually, I'll do that myself. You just stay alive.

C: I'll try.

(he hangs up)

Trust Chester. He's on the run from a Noodle Person like something straight out of Amigara Fault, only more hostile and with a small army of crazies, and he's thinking about Christmas presents. It says something about Chess that I'm not sure if he's pulling my leg.

Breathe.

Keep calm and carry on.

It pays off.

I'm not at the edge of my sanity any more. Maybe it's the little glimmers of hope that have been surfacing lately in terms of the non-hallowed rate of the bloggers. Maybe it's that Chester is gone, and from what I have heard of him he's actually feeling a lot better than he did when he was staying in one place.

I guess I feel alright. I'm still sick- I'm not eating very much, but my stomach can handle more than crackers and dip now. Although I can't leave my toast and vegemite unattended because Cassy will try and eat it.

Speaking of cats, if anyone has room in their home for a feline or canine, an awful lot of them get dumped at animal shelters such as the SPCA every year around this time. A lot of these cats and dogs will have to be euthanised. So if you have room to take care of a cat of dog or want one, I'd recommend you stop in at your local animal shelter. if you're iffy about kittens and puppies possibly having accidents on your carpet, you can get adults too. There are also a lot of studies that show that owning a pet has a positive impact on your health as well. What's not to like?

--Vivi

Fragging Proxies

Got attacked by another proxy. I was just walking in the Domain, minding my own business when this girl in a comedy mask jumps out of the bushes and launches herself at me. She kept telling me to listen to the Call, but all I could hear was slightly staticy music in my ears from my iPod, which I keep on pretty much all the time now. She had a knife, too. She made a couple of notches in Mr Cricket Bat, and in me, but I can just say I fell on some glass or something. I have a split lip as well, which is an awful lot more visible than cuts on my face, arms and torso, but I've got worse split lips from cricket accidents and the like. I'll be fine. Physically, at least. Mentally, what's been going on lately is pretty taxing.

The proxy ran off and the static stopped, so I went to the hospital and got two of the cuts stitched. I don't have work today so I'm just sitting around watching Black Books and trying to eat, but I honestly just feel so sick and unhappy that I can't make myself eat anything more than some crackers and hummus, and some tea. I don't know if it's losing so many people so quickly, getting attacked by a proxy in a fucking creepy mask, or that I'm actually sick but either way I feel pretty under the weather right now.

Phone's ringing. It's my brother. I'll be off to talk to him now.

Well. Fuck.

We're losing people fast. I left for four hours to visit my brother and do some grocery shopping, and it all goes to hell. We've almost definitely lost Jeff now. Melody, B (What Now?)'s girl-friend, is dead as well.

I wonder if they'll do to Jeff and Melody what they've done to Nessa. Use them against the people they care about most. Do whatever sick, twisted necromancy they do to get to people even more.

I heard from Chester. I passed on M's advice about running, how he can stay in a town for a few weeks, a month maybe, as long as he keeps moving. He's okay. He had a run-in with a couple of proxies, but he's okay. There's a substantial physical difference between a 163cm girl with a cricketbat and a 185cm ex-rugby player with a crowbar, so he did quite well against them.

I miss him. It was easier when he was around, when I could keep an eye on him. I've known him for four years, bickering and bantering the whole way, and the things that have happened recently make the probability of one of us getting hallowed and used to torment and break the other is very high. Too high, considering he's been a very good friend to me over the years and I depend on him more than I'd like to admit.

Enough on that. There's a part of a song I want to show you all. All of you who're still sane, anywho. I have since moved on, musically, from this artist but a few years back she was my favourite. This song is my favourite of hers, and this is my favourite part.

"It's love, it's love that shows us
We will be alright
It's truth, it's truth that holds us
As we walk in it's light."
--"Deciphering Me", Brooke Fraser.

It's also an excuse to plug local artists.

Everyone, please be careful. Don't let them get you like they've got so many of us.

Love (because I really do love you all, I'm terribly sentimental really),
Vivi

P.S. You agents or whatever you think you are? Go die in a hole.

There are no words.

Nessa is "back", or at least the person who's hacked her account says she is.

Jeff's been captured and his account partially taken over and is fighting the proxy in his account as I write this.

Do you think they'll go away if we give them $20? (whapped for awful attempt at humour)

Are they going to keep stealing and stealing until we have nothing left?

No.

They can't. We can't let them.

My name is Genevieve Sullivan. Vieve, Vivi, Vivi, Vi, Vivinator, et al. for short. I'm 163cm, auburn-haired, fair, grey-eyed. I was born in Rotorua, currently reside in Auckland. I like going to work, my family, reading, watching the television, especially documentaries and comedy, and music of pretty much any genre except screamo and most hip-hop/rap. I own a cat, a one-year old longhaired calico named Cassy.

You cannot take this from me.

Keep calm and carry on, everyone.

--Vivi

Let's play a game.

Let's pretend life is normal.

I suck at this game.

I miss things being normal. I miss the times when I didn't sleep with a cricket bat propped up against my bed and a knife shoved between the headboard and the wall. I miss being able to hang around with my friends and family without glancing over my shoulder. I miss the time where the furniture in my living room was not arranged so I can see the door from every chair in the room.

I even miss stupid Chester cracking awful jokes and looking around at us grinning like he expects us to start having hysterics. Everyone does. Him and Max are Vitriolic Best Buds, Leah is sulking because she's missing her partner in crime, Mariko's temper is more hair-trigger than it's ever been, and some of our long-time customers have asked why he isn't around.

But the fact that I miss them doesn't change the fact that it's impossible to have it all back.

The thing with the Slenderblogosphere is that people are always dropping in and out. Dying, going crazy, just plain leaving. You never know who's going to be next, and it might be you. It's a very disquieting thought. People are leaving, taking Redlights offer, or just going, and try as I might I can't blame them for trying to get out of this as soon as possible. I just have to see this through to the end. My end or his. Whichever comes first, because try as I might I can't seem to believe in anything beyond this life other than oblivion.

I think it's taken a while to sink in, all the things that have happened. It hurts. It hurts a lot, seeing people in my situation or something similar dying, going crazy.

We have to try our best to hope. To try not to become so disillusioned that we give up entirely.

It's hard some days.

Fun times (and other horror stories)

Since my last post, I have eaten about half a carton of raspberry chocolate swirl icecream, felt sick and also slightly guilty, both about knocking out the proxy (poor kid) and about the whole half-a-carton of icecream thing,  gone off my food, slept for 12 hours, eaten a gigantic breakfast, and been late to work. Well, late my by standards. I'm usually here same time as Max who always arrives early. I was on time.

I feel kind of numb. We've lost Robert Sagel (mindwiped, Redlight has been monitoring the comments so we can't say anything, and he's getting a new blog.), Nessa of Exit Light, and probably Fizzbomb of Para not-so-normal, and that's only that i know of. Our ranks are dwindling.

Please, please, everyone else stay sane. I'm doing my best, I guess.

Keep calm and carry on. I have that poster on my wall. Whenever I'm stressed, I chant that in my head.

Keep calm and carry on.
Keep calm and carry on.
Keep calm and carry on.
Keep calm and carry on.

Sounds like a goddamn Madness Mantra. I'm not crazy! Not clinically at any rate. I swear, sometimes I think that Slendy is not a real, physical being but some kind of thoughtform memetic virus, making us imagine him to reality.

Someone call the SCP Foundation!

It seems that people are largely recovering from all the Chaos of the last week or so. Apparently Nessa is safe and all of the Sages seem to be in internal working order. I haven't run into It (the Construct, Tall and Faceless, whatever he's being called now) or any proxies, although now it's probably a matter of "when" rather than "if" now.

If anyone reading has not checked White Elephants within the past couple of days (since Entry 27 of Marble Hornets was uploaded or thereabouts) I would recommend you do so pretty much now. Everything's gone completely bonkers around here lately. Everyone, try and stay sane. Don't let It get to you.

On an unrelated note, the Pike River Mine disaster in Greymouth. R.I.P. to the 29 men who died in the blasts.  I hope they can recover the bodies so their families and other loved ones can put them to rest.

I'm waiting for my nail polish to dry. It's purple. I normally paint my nails pretty often, but ever since I started this blog I've been so busy trying not to freak out that I haven't. I don't do my fingers except for special occasions because it chips so easily and means I can't use my hands until it dries, just my toes.

I guess I'm trying to keep some semblance of normalcy in a world gone mad. I still get up at the same time and go to bed at the same time, I still go to work, I still try and catch up with my best friend from high school even though she's going to university in Nagoya at the moment, I still spend a lot of my spare time reading. I just happen to have a cricket bat or other bludgeoning weapon on me at all times. I'm pretty sure my handbag is actually a pocket dimension now.

WE WILL BE PASSIVE NO MORE

First, Chester's gone.

Again.

he left a note this time. None of this fucking around on my blog. He even used capitals and punctuation and everything. 

"Genevieve-

It's probably not safe for me to be around anymore. I've called Mr Irving and resigned, I'm renting out my house, I'm just going to keep moving. Keep safe. I've been reading up and it looks like something major is happening on the Solstice. Whenever that is. People are taking up titles and getting more aggressive, there are some people who appear to be active agents of Slender man. 

Maybe I'm one of them, waiting to wake up? That may not be the case but it's better safe than sorry. Better to run, now, and wait until at least the Solstice. Maybe then there'll be a resolution to all this.

Can you tell Leah that a family emergency came up and I'm sorry I can't take her out for dinner on friday? I owe her for preventing Max from mauling me that one time.

If you go crazy and start writing SEES ME all over the walls, remember this- you have 20/20 vision, you're observant. He won't see you, because you'll see him first. You are the Sentinel.

--Chester."

1) He wrote all of that out by hand. It was nearly illegible.

2) Oh fuck.

3) Chester was a drama student. You can tell, can't you? He's got a healthy sense of drama, that one. The Sentinel? You're a funny one, Chester. I'll watch. I'll wait. I'll try my best to see him coming, Chess.

Looks like the bloggers are all up in arms. I don't blame them, not at all. Sometimes I want to run into a Proxy just so I can make a spirited attempt at bashing their head in with the cricket bat currently located next to me. I've been passive for too long. Lionel and Kaylee were nice people, Chester's a nice guy. It got personal for me a long time ago.

I can't let Slendy steal all that I have left.

-- Genevieve (Sentinel)

Sorry for the absence...

Things have just got that little bit weirder.

First thing, Chess is staying with me at the moment. He saw It on Monday. More accurately, it was outside his house. I don't blame him for wanting to sell and find somewhere else to live, if he isn't going to run.

If Max makes one more insinuation about why exactly he's staying over, colleague or not I will not be very pleased. This is just temporary. He should probably get moving.

Second, I had a total freak out yesterday because my dad turned up at my apartment building while I was at work and Chess let him in then left to go do something so I go in and there's this bald guy in a suit standing in my living room with his back to me. Thanks, Dad. Really thanks.

To clarify, my Dad lives in Singapore. I only see him a few times a year. So I didn't know that he'd lost what remained of his hair and he hadn't told me he was coming. Thankfully he turned around otherwise I might have done something... stupid.

Third, Dad brought a folder of my drawings that he'd found in his house. When I was young I fancied myself quite the artist for a while, even though I wasn't actually that good. You can kind of guess where I was going with this, can't you?

I was never very good at drawing faces, so I used to leave faces blank. I now have sheet after sheet of drawings of faceless people. Which makes me wonder if this is a really contrived coincidence or if this goes back further than I think.

On a totally unrelated note, I am totally unrecognisable with brown hair. Okay, so I'm a redhead, but being unrecognisable as a brunette is actually kinda funny. Huzzah for semipermanent hairdye. It's nearly washed out now. Now I know what to do if I ever need to go incognito.

Thanks muchly to Omega of Encyclopedia Slenderia for linking to my map. The only pin on is so far is Kaylee's. I'll be adding Chess's to it shortly although I guess that will give away where I live. Greetings from New Zealand (in case you don't know, it's those two islands shaped like a canoe and a fucked up stingray nearish to Australia). I think I'm the first Slenderblogger from around here, although I wouldn't be surprised if there were more.

Bleh.

Finally managed to fix the settings on this thing so it shows the correct date and time. For me, at least. The previous setting was Pacific time which got rather confusing, so I mucked around in the settings until I found how to change the displayed time. It's pretty annoying when a post you made one afternoon shows up as being at some ungodly time the day before. Timezones fry my brain.

Survived my night out with the colleagues. Spent the last couple of hours disinfecting the car. Not only is Leah a lightweight, but she has a sensitive stomach. Next time I go out with my workmates, either we aren't taking Leah or no alcohol is going to be involved. Either that, or someone else takes her home. Max has a car. He can do it next time.

I'm really tired. This Slenderman business is not helping my sleeping patterns. I haven't found any way of keeping track of Slendersightings, either. Much thanks, though, to the three people who clarified all the "wifin in the club" and "slenderman wants your $20" business. That was profoundly weird. I guess people have a sense of humour about this stuff. There's a blog somewhere supposedly by Slendy telling you to give your $20 to Haiti.

There are more Slenderblogs than I thought. I've been reading as many as I can (currently, Seeking Truth), and I just finished watching Marble Hornets. Seems like Dreams in Darkness was a fake run by a crazy guy, or if it isn't, Damien's in trouble. Alot of these blogs are ending badly. People missing, large body counts, who's going to be next?

I just wonder what's happened to A Lack of a Lexicon. Lexi said he was moving and then promptly vanished off the face of the earth, as did A. The only thing I've seen from either of them is a gibberish twitterpost 10 days back. The Tutorial seems to have gone dead too. Funny thing is this all happened around September.

This is painting a picture and it ain't a pretty one.