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Emily Dickinson has this poem with the line, "There is no Frigate like a Book." Been one of my favorite quotes of anything since I read it because books got me through a lot. Mostly. Drifted away from reading lately, felt the "sanctuary" of them being worn off by the reality around me.

I guess what I'm trying to say is thanks. To the wild magic that let me stay some time and y'all that make up this place. Most likely won't remember anything when I leave or return home, whatever you call it, but I hope something like the remnants of a dream remains so I keep moving towards the future which doesn't look so bleak after all. So thanks.

Also wish my English teacher could see this so she'd be proven wrong about me paying attention in class. That's a damn good poem, she's just boring teaching it.

Since officially opening the Slayer's Cake for business, most of my mornings have been early ones. I've enjoyed it but, as with most routines, it was becoming more like actions I just went through because I knew I needed to. But this morning, my three-year-old sat with me while I rolled out dough, helped me pick out the tastiest berries, and made sure I got just enough flour in my hair so that everyone would know I’d been baking all morning. And then I got to pick out an assortment of pastries that I felt confident would elicit a look of excitement on the faces of my three older children when they rolled out of bed eventually.

It’s mornings like these that make me incredibly grateful for each day that has come before it. This is what joy feels like, I’m sure of it.

And because I’m feeling so generous this morning, each of you that’s currently displaced in time can come by the Slayer’s Cake for a free pastry. Each of them were made with even more love than usual today.

Enjoy my introspective sappiness while you can. I’ll be back to my snarky, sassy self in time for lunch.

Hello? I am not sure where I am. My mother and father might be looking for me.

There is a lot of ice cream here. Are we allowed to eat it?

WHO: Abi Blyg and Blue Sargent
WHAT: Girl Hangout Time
WHEN: Backdated to a few weeks ago
WHERE: A playground near an elementary school
WARNINGS: Reference to food policing by a parent toward the end.

( Luckily, Abi knew of at least one person who was in as much danger of death by testosterone poisoning as she was. )

FILTERED TO FRIENDS/FAMILY:
So update... two more showed up last night - this morning I guess? At some point between 1 and 4 am. Franci and Faye. Franci has requested we go to, and I quote, "the place where I won the giant rat", for Atreus' birthday again. I am assuming she means Chuck E Cheese, or at least I'm hoping she does and there's not somewhere handing out real giant rats to six year olds. I managed to convince her to go Good Times instead on the promise there is still, and again, I quote "the thing where I threw balls in a hole". But I figured it'll be at least slightly less grating than Chuck E Cheese and have better food. Friday night at 6, we have a room booked.

Oh and coffee. Someone please send me all the coffee.

Just a reminder for those with kids!

The Monster Parade at the Art of Expression will be taking place today from 5PM to 7PMish. Kids will get to enter a costume contest and walk a runway. Photos taken by yours truly! :) Everyone goes home a winner with a custom made superlative, but be sure to hit up the food booths for ghoulish brews and sandwitches before you head home.

Friends and family: Pajama party/movie marathon at our house around 8PM! Adult character onesies highly recommended. Abi and I have spares if you need 'em! We'll be screening the Stab slasher series (apparently it's similar to something called Scream in some of the worlds? Sophie and I found this out months ago!) too, so just avoid the the living room if you plan to bring any little ones with you.

I realize that I should have introduced myself some time ago here, but this place has been fairly exciting these last few weeks, and there's been a lot to adjust to. Is it always like this?

But hello. I am Vision. I know some of you, and others of you know me, or some version of me. It's a pleasure to meet you all, including all of you who are visiting from the future.

I won one.

I can die now.

Hello again, my old friends. I appear to have undergone a temporal contretemps. I am confident, if a little woeful, that it will be temporary - pun almost certainly not intended - but for as long as it lasts I should very much like to see you all again, should you have the time. I will of course not share any details regarding your personal futures unless you ask - far aside from being potentially distressing, I am not altogether certain it might not cause a paradox, even in Vallo.

Amazing how accostumed one becomes to things; I remember in my first year here how incredible all technology seemed to be, and now how terribly outdated everything is! And to think it has only been a century and a half; how quickly all worlds turn. I might write a poem about it.

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