Zari Blu here! Welcome!

I’ve been a spooky mystery enthusiast, fish aficionado, and spiritual nomad for as long as I can remember. I made this blog as a thought exercise and to recount strange occurrences I've experienced while traveling. If you’d like to know more, please take a look at my first blog post (which I'd link--but I've yet to master links. I'm a rookie at this). And until further notice, note that this is my only social media! I'm typically offline; I'm trying to change that given that I have to keep in touch with people while traveling about (and let them know I'm still alive).

FAQ

I’ve based these questions off of things Sloan asked me when I recruited him.

Can you even afford to do this, or did you spend everything on your “Mystery Mobile”?

I had a job as a PI for Corporate Security, and I still have savings from said time. However, I abandoned that corrupt, soul-sucking occupation a handful of years ago and have “earned my bread” since through bouts of stringer journalism and a variety show of part-time jobs (best of which was being a movie theater attendant for movie and concession benefits, worst of which was waitressing in a stingy part of town).

Not having to pay formal rent helped me save enough for my van, so I owe quite a bit to the woman who let me live with her like a daughter (and who’s continually supportive, though I haven't told her about this blog for a variety of reasons).

Now, did I spend everything? No. But can I afford to live extravagantly, feasting upon salmon rolls every night and day? Also no, unfortunately. I like to believe I’m quite frugal, so this helps with my current life choices.

So are you homeless?

On the contrary! I feel more at home with my current lifestyle than I ever did back before I left my first home. Home is where the heart is, and I’m a traveler at heart.

That's a longwinded "yes." So you’re a bum with a van, right?

(Rest assured Sloan got an earful for saying as much to me when we first met, but I suspect this is worth addressing.) No, to call me a bum would be to call me unwilling to work. Rather, I’ve worked plenty enough in my life to know what is and isn’t worth working towards anymore. I’m a woman who wants to become a real paranormal investigator with a real and competent crew, and I’ve wanted as much since I was a little girl binging episodes of Booby Blu, What Do We Do?

I want undeniable proof in magic and cryptids and supernatural happenings. If not proof, then I want the truth behind each phenomenon. Even if this is seen as unrealistic, I’ve come to realize something: if we’re all finite flecks of cosmic dust and I’m fortunate enough to have no binding obligations anymore, why not do my best to be the person that I, as a child, always wanted me to be?

Don’t mistake my life decisions to be based on some naiveté. To aptly put it: I want to live before I die.

Bonus NOT based on Sloan’s questions: Why won’t Sloan appear on the blog?

Sloan is a man with an extremely rare medical condition that makes him appear a dark gray color. He told me it’s called “Shaam” disease—and the word “shaam” translates to “evening”, so this makes sense (though I don’t understand why it’s pronounced as “sham” instead, given how he says it). Along with his unusual complexion, Sloan has elven-like ears and sharpened teeth that surely must be attributed to body modifications. He also always wears long sleeves, high-collar turtlenecks, and slacks to cover up tattoos, and seems quite fond of his black Cordovan hat and round-framed shades. I’ve never seen him without either.

Sloan’s quite fashionable, really; I could easily see him modeling on a runway. Alas, while he has given me his consent to share how he looks here, Sloan says it is because of his condition that he is uncomfortable being on camera.