Nikola's house really is rather impressive, an old-world style manor, decorated mostly in a faux-Victorian style. Coming out of Milliways, they actually step into his laboratory. (The door to Milliways has been showing up in his supply closet lately ( Read more... )

Nikola wastes no time unlocking the door and ushering Ganymede inside with a somewhat lecherous smile.

"Make yourself at home."

Nikola is having a little celebration. It's nothing big, just a bottle (or two) of wine to start with.

He has both bottles with him as he peruses the kitchen for something suitably celebratory.

[ooc: I'm posting this under the assumption that something would have occurred to allow Nikola to stay at the Sanctuary. If this turns out not to be ( Read more... )

Nikola has not left the Sanctuary. Nor does he intend to ( Read more... )

Nikola may not be as observant as James is, but he's by no means oblivious.

That said, he is kind of enthralled by this whole zombie project (that he's continued working on despite his argument with Owen. Damn it for being so fascinating). As such, he's completely failed to notice the sprig of mistletoe the Big Guy managed to put up in his lab ( Read more... )

Nikola is getting rusty.

But he has a good enough memory that despite the fact that it's been a good twenty years since he sat down at a piano, he's doing a fairly decent job of making his way through Au Claire de la Lune.

He doesn't play well, but he plays with great expression.

I'm putting this here because my RL journal is f-locked, so...

Ask a character a question, any question, and they HAVE to answer completely honestly. Have to. It's the meme rule. Even if they'd normally lie, they suddenly have been hit with a truth serum of some kind and must tell the truth. Bwaha.

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The Sanctuary is a lovely place, really. Libraries and labs and gardens and excellent company.

But sometimes Nikola needs a little space. Or just to unwind for a bit.

So tonight, you'll find him sitting in a corner booth at a local bar, expensive scotch in hand, observing the room.

( The gift of mental power comes from God, Divine Being, and if we concentrate our minds on that truth, we become in tune with this great power.

My Mother had taught me to seek all truth in the Bible. )

( In which contacts are established, maintained, and screwed in all senses of the word )