[Looks around curiously as if unsure where or how he got here. Perhaps he is trapped in a looking glass like in muggle stories.]

Maybe that last firewhiskey was a bad idea...

Oh great, yet another wood between the worlds.

Got anything to eat around here?

[ Well, look at it.

Tattered corners, leather cover -- left upon the table in the very middle of the room, so very carelessly. Aren't you just dying to write something upon those innocent, blank pages? If only to test your penmanship. Certainly, it could not hurt to do so. A diary cannot discriminate against you; it will accept words from the very ( Read more... )

[Well, look who's back? Alaska sits in her giant, ugly armchair and reads the same poetry book for the millionth time. It looks, from her slouchy posture, that she's been sitting there for a while.]

[Ignoring a certain holiday? Not at all. She has no idea what you're talking about.]

well, now what?

[Room, meet the lovely Prudence Alessandra Maccon Akeldama, Victorian metanatural, who through touch, can revert anyone temporarily human and take on their supernatural aspects. She's also a hydrophobe.]

Oh, this will not do at all! Where am I?

Getting fired sucks.

Cedric sort of stumbles in, looking a bit confused when he notices where he is exactly.

"Merlin, I haven't been here in ages."

[A teenaged boy is rolling around on the floor.]

There sure are a lot of people here! Hey, does anyone want to go fishing with me? Anyone at all?

I'm bored and I don't want to go back to my world just yet.

Tell me a secret: What was the name of your imaginary friend? How much was the most expensive thing you've ever stolen? How did you lose your virginity? Or something more interesting.

Feel free to ask me stuff too. I am an open tabloid.