Lin
As I begin to write this, it's 18:18 on the clock. 18:18 on the 18th entry of this blog.
It's no coincidence.
I spent most of today, yet again, sleeping.
Speaking with the police about nopeman was one of the most icky things I've ever done in a long time.
Last night, I heard what sounded like someone throwing a hard object at my window. I haven't yet been able to look at it to see if it was damaged, but I know that it's no good sign.
I may very well still have a target on my back.
No matter. This will be sorted soon, and I'm strong enough to face it now.
I am serene in the knowledge that my system and my own intelligence can and likely will keep me safe.
My caseworker was very nice yesterday, and made a point of giving me one of the portable heaters to use in my room.
Unlike Starry Pants, I feel they actually care a lot more.
I still haven't gotten my debit card yet, but that may very well be a good thing.
If I can stay alive until the 14th, I should be fine.
Things feel weirdly serendipitous today. I'll admit, I have not gone outside, but today is also Día des Muertos, and if anything, I can sense blessings moving this way.
It's strange, but I'm excited.
In the nemeton, it's now dark, but the everlasting candle that Poppy gave me still burns, and as I drink yet another refill of the Halloween Starbucks drink that Lucifer got me, I relax. Erebus and Nyx curl up on my lap, having just gorged on more food.
For the first time in a long time, I feel I can relax, even amidst the potential danger.
I stand firm in my truth.
The veil has been open since Devil's Night, and will close on Bonfire Night, from what I know.
Maybe I'll get visitors today.
I may not want to speak too soon, though.
Either way, it'll be interesting.
As I think this, something appears on the nemeton, along with a note. Upon further inspection, it seems to be a silver compass ring. I unfold the note.
"Keep snatching weaves and I'll do the same. Love ya!
- C"
I giggle. There's only one person who would send me a note like that without context after all these years knowing that I'd get the joke.
Chantelle.
Some of you probably know her by another name, though.
Oya.
We've been friends since the building of the Sim. And we were known as certified troublemakers.
Half the department lost their weaves, wigs and toupées before we could be stopped.
Alas, I have not been able to snatch for a while. Maybe I'll be able to soon.
Either way, I needed the laugh.
I put the ring on my left index finger, grinning.
This is serendipitous indeed.