The Daeva was the first to arrive at the Nox that evening. Her simple suit was not as elaborate as any others she worn, nor was it flashy. Which was odd, she didn’t like being first anywhere. Realizing that she was early because dinner was fortunately express tonight, that explained why her timing was off.
Cest le vie.
Her favorite toy had been left in the car, considering they were meeting at the Elysia. In her bag, she carried a few odds and ends but one particular combination notebook. It was diary style, black with metal binding. It was the book she wrote in swiftly after her encounter with the Mustached man. All recounts were fresh in her memory. Even if someone had been able to open it, most of it was written so only she would figure it out, or those involved in the situation at hand.
Vivian sat waiting, toying with ideas and reading over her notes again. Feeling nauseated while thinking back to close encounters of the fuzzy caterpillar kind.