[001] [voice;]

[heavens_email]

[A cold breeze for anyone that happens to be in or around the great hall. Then a short, barking laugh. The owner seems unaware the journal is picking up his voice. He sounds almost nostalgic, but far more amused.]

Huh. Well I'll be damned. It doesn't look any different. You'd think they'd hire an interior decorator or something, wow.

[A pause.]

I showed up right when the kids are all off and there's no fun to be had, huh? Damn. I was hoping for some entertainment.