Always Here

[Someone woke up in a foul mood today.]

It seems like a good time to develop another hobby. Does anyone have any suggestions for something simple and stress relieving? Something to go with my sudden surplus of free.

For those of you without a suggestion: a question. Is there anyone in the world you want dead? Anyone you'd be willing to kill yourself if the opportunity presented itself?

If you are the sort to sigh and insist that all life is precious please do it somewhere else.

[Market has been closed up for the moment but there are loose ends of business still to be cleaned up and work that needs finishing. An elderly couple living with a fox spirit, the ghosts who came out in full force to wander in early August who had to be sent back to their homes, and of course the occasional dealing with the alarmingly stupid who flitter about in desperation to find solutions to the problems they had made. These people repulse her, to make so public a spectacle of yourself- no thank you, so of course it is their messes that take the longest to repair. She reminds them lightly that most creatures of her culture are brought about by human error but they plug their ears and hide their eyes behind cloaks of mourning until there is nothing more to be done for them beyond the task at hand.

She pities them in an absent minded way. For those who have something to lose with a truth being told, well, that's a terrible shame for them. But she highly doubts it will affect her once her part in their lives is done.]

To any and all Londoners,

If you suspect the creature currently inconveniencing you is based on a system not your own it would be best to find a professional to remove it for you. Grabbing the nearest crucifix and attempting to preform an exorcism is inadvisable.

For several supernatural creatures this method will only make them angry. Or amused.

That is all.

[These moments, the calm between a job completed and a job that needs doing, are never comfortable for her. They do not sit right on her skin. Unnatural almost- the momentary lack of drive that allows her time to think on herself rather than her work. To the journals then. Preferable.]

A question for the masses. An expression of mild curiosity even if you feel inclined to call it that. Now that our journals have expanded from useful tools to weather reports, shopping lists, the occasional complaint for our lot in life, and word games it's hardly out of place.

What would you do if something/someone absolutely essential was taken away? Your family or your trinkets. Your God, your magic- the things that define you as you.

Details are lovely but entirely unnecessary thank you.

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