Nikola is bored, a fact he finds patently unfair as it's his birthday, and for once he's not holed up in an abandoned manor somewhere with no one but unintelligent, undead minions for company ( Read more... )

Insects and other lifeforms intensely allergic to electricity would probably do well to stay away from the section of lab Nikola has appropriated for himself.

Colorful, Serbian curses waft over from his workspace, accompanied by the occasional, impressive shower of sparks.

[ooc: Nikola probably won't electrocute your pup, should you care to ( Read more... )

Nikola's library, of course, is much more impressive than Helen's, but she does have one or two extremely interesting texts, and he's certainly not above making use of them while he's here. So you might find him sprawled across a couch in the corner, feet up, flipping idly through a very large book.

[Or, should you not be in the Sanctuary itself ( Read more... )

Nikola is not the sort of man to sit around waiting for someone to show up, no matter how blond and cute they may be. So once he's cleared away most of the incriminating detritus of his current experiments, he pulls out his laptop and starts logging the results of his last few trials.

Life without lab assistants can be so trying sometimes.

Nikola's home (currently) is an old manor house outside a very small town in Scotland. Cleopatra may find it a bit chilly, but Nikola hardly notices anymore ( Read more... )