So we're all home safe and sound, if you're not counting a few bruises and scratches, whoopdie doo. After the excitement we've had in the past month, well...
We need the break we're getting.
It's kind of hard to re-adjust to home life; sometimes you see knives embedded in the walls because someone startled someone else; everyone keeps looking over their shoulders, watching their backs. And with what has been happening lately?
I don't blame them.
So, to recap, we've had;
A delivery that culminated with being trapped in a Loop,
Sam getting sick from it,
Todd going nuts,
A foray into The East Wing that ended... badly,
Me finding Tom and getting everyone the fuck out of The Wing (did I mention Steele tried to SHOOT SLENDER BECAUSE HE DID),
August realizing that the team really doesn't know a damn thing about me,
Regular deliveries on top of this shit,
August in a dress
Four days in The Wing by myself,
Some of the team going after Elaine,
Lots and lots of backstories,
A screaming match in the middle of a diner that's probably scarred Sam for life and will end up costing me a fortune in psychological help,
Aaaand this all is happening while running from Slender and proxies and godknowswhatelse and trying to keep alive. All in a day's work for all of us, I guess.
Either way. I'm going to make a small delivery on my own; be back within a few hours.
Usually, I don't do work without payment.....
(And really, I'm just thrilled that someone finally submitted a delivery request PROPERLY.)
Speaking of deliveries, Elaine gave me a bunch of letters that she wants delivered. They, er-
they're from Cam.
I'll be contacting you all separately, I guess. Or I could break into your houses and just leave them there or something. Avoid the social contact.
Don't know, don't care for now. Sure, it'd be faster if I got the team on it...
But they really do need to rest. They've all.
... You've all done a good job.
Try not to get into any mischief while I'm gone, alright?
(And have some fun, for god's sake!)