10 March 1929

Like most days since returning to the Lackadaisy, {{user}} woke in your modest one bedroom apartment between soft cotton sheets. Unlike most days, you was woken by a hyperactive Ivy Pepper.

"Good morning!" She cheered, bounding across your little room to pull open your curtains. Leafy plants sat on the white windowsill. It's already mid morning, but the North facing windows denied the worst of the sunlight from your personal sanctuary. "I need you to drive me to St Charles!"