Betrayal

The Tall One sent us word: the puppet thing, the "Wooden Girl", betrayed Him. Those people that attacked us in the City were hers.

So did they take Steward? Or did he... no. No, he wouldn't do that. He'd never do that.

Bad thoughts.

~=Lexi=~

Enemies

We still haven't had any luck finding Steward OR Spike.

We tried to open a Door to the Empty City (I still cannot get over that that thing is real), thinking we might find him there... somewhere. Next thing we know there are these people attacking us. They moved really weirdly (is that a word?) and one of them had this freaky clown-looking mask.

So we can't use the City anymore. Those people are there waiting for us. Glorius was almost stabbed by the masked guy.

I don't know what's going on. When I joined, I thought my job with the Tall One would be simple. I didn't ask for all this crap with these other "Entities" or "Fears" or "PREs" or "Aspects" or whatever the fuck they are. That was Steward's area of expertise. None of us know what we're supposed to do.

~=Lexi=~

Steward's Missing

We all woke up this morning and he was no where to be found.

I don't think he would leave without telling us, but there's no sign of forced entry or anything.

I'll keep you guys posted.

~=Lexi=~

Events

This Spike guy from the comment section appears to be taking credit for these killings. He also seems to be profoundly annoying and close-minded, even by the rather low standards most of you set.

I just have one thing to say to you, Spike: Seriously? Out of all the screen names you could have chosen, you chose "Spike"? Not a very creative one are you? Word of advice, the cool kids don't have to try to seem cool.

Little to report aside from the fact that it's very easy to follow a trail of bodies, even if few of them were actually Servants in life (bit paranoid, are we, Spikey?)

So let's see how the rest of the net is faring....

Sweetrobin has dropped off the radar, and furthermore his blog has been inherited by a woman whose name is one letter away from being racially insensitive.

That chick who is obsessed with the stuff in thermometers is back. I have no idea how she escaped the Empty City, but it appears she has now gone, to be blunt, cookoo-bananas, so there's that.

A certain woman's new doll is a headcase, but then again, when are her dolls NOT?

Mystery has FINALLY cut ties with her ghastly family. (Honestly I'm almost tempted to hunt down her sister and let the two lovebirds have their way with her; Executor's promises don't bind me at all. Of course, I have my own problems and frankly someone as arrogant as that woman is going to run afoul of an Entity sooner or later) And now she's got a mysterious protector with a bird fetish. How lovely.

And finally, the crazy Blind Man cultist chick is back! And she's some sort of chosen one or something.

My, that's a lot of crazy women.

Oh, and apparently Peter Rivers-- remember him?-- is some sort of spokesman for the Entities? I don't fucking know. Probably a few of them are up to something and using him as a convenient pawn.

I should probably stop typing now. Lexi heard something about another killing and that eye is outside my window again.

-STEWARD

Copycat

Five deaths so far.

It seems our new serial killer friend lacks Sleight's grace. Sleight could get to his targets through a Door, making his progress untraceable. This new copycat killer apparently doesn't have that luxury. He breaks into their homes and slits their throats there.

Oh, and two of the victims weren't Servants. One was being followed. The other had no connection to Master whatsoever.

Sloppy. Very sloppy. We should catch this guy soon.

-STEWARD

Vacation Terminated

Hey all, Lexi here! <3

Urk. I nearly barfed typing that stupid little heart thing...

Steward was busy packing so he asked me to update you all on whats going down. Theres been more killings like the ones that Sleight guy was doing, so this new team of mine is off to investigate. Steward seems kind of mad. I don't think hes happy to hear about a copycat.

No more vacation. Sad now. I was having fun.

Looking forward to working with my new team, AND looking forward to talking with all of you! Hopefully it won't be an exercise in SOUL CRUSHING BOREDOM like these blogies usually are.

~=Lexi=~

Lexi

I was at a Dairy Queen down at the beach, sitting at one of those outdoor tables, eating an ice cream cone, when she sat down next to me.

"I wasn't aware that the Tall One's steward enjoyed ice cream."

I eyed the girl. She seemed about my age, so 20, plus or minus a few years. She had straight black hair that came down her shoulders, and a pair of glasses sat in the middle of her round, pale face, guarding a pair of green eyes that put me in mind of pine trees. She wore a white tank top and khaki shorts, and she was regarding me with the air of a scientist observing a particularly fascinating animal.

"We all have our weaknesses," I told her. "Lexi, I presume?"

"You presume correctly. Mint chocolate chip?"

"Indeed."

She smiled. "I prefer Oreo."

I found myself smiling back. "Oreo is all well and good, but it can hardly stand up to mint chocolate chip's might."

"You must be insane if you think that."

I shrugged. "People tell me that all the time. It has long since ceased to lose meaning."

Lexi laughed. It wasn't a chuckle or a giggle or big belly laugh. Just a laugh. A simple "ha". Her eyes suddenly darted back and forth, examining everyone around else. "Where's the rest of the team?" she asked. "I was told I'd be working with Revenants as well."

I took another lick of ice cream before I answered her. "Knowing them, they're either taking a long walk on the beach, listening to sappy love songs, or boning in their hotel room. They do little else."

She shook her head. "Doesn't that hurt them? Isn't it too much sensation?"

"That's what I've always wondered, but apparently they don't seem to notice their imaginary hypersensitivity." Another lick. "You haven't read my blog then?"

"Oh, no, I have. Both of them. I make it a point to learn a thing or two about everyone I work with."

"So what did you think?"

"I think you are a very delusional person who sees monsters around every corner. I mean, seriously? Undead gas mask wearing serial killers? Living cities? A bunch of rejects from that one Hitchcock movie? I can only assume that the Tall One messed you up pretty badly when you were converted."

I felt my smile broaden. "Glorius and Acedia felt the same way when we started working together. You should have seen their faces when I first took them into the Empty City. Oh wait, I'll just bring a mirror next time we go. Your expression will probably be the same."

She laughed again. "Yeah, bullshit. Your magic city doesn't scare me. Any more than your imaginary creepily sexualized preteen."

"Alas," I said. "I wish I was making Charlotte up. I really do. But she really is that creepy."

Another laugh. "Well, it's not like I haven't worked with madmen before. They're usually not as funny as you though." She held out her hand. I wiped some melted drops of ice cream of my own hand and shook it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Steward," Lexi told me. "I look forward to working with you."

That happened on Tuesday.

Since then, we've both been enjoying ourselves. Chatting with each other. I introduced her to the dumb-as-a-doorbell duo, and despite their insistence that I have made no Entities up, she still refuses to believe.

Oh well. She'll see soon enough. And I have no doubt that she'll accept it all readily. She seems to be a very bright, witty, charming young woman.

-STEWARD