Entry 243; Day 3

[misterblackbird]

Despite all the stories I've heard about last week and everything that went on, it still seems to me like the City hasn't really changed. I'm sure there have been a few arrivals and a few departures, but it seems very much like I left it. That's how it always seems to work here: chaos erupts, but everything falls back into place at the end. I

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[teamaniac]

So what would you like for Christmas?

[misterblackbird]

To go home again and stay there, I think. But I don't think you can get that in any of the shops here.

And you, Miss Evangeline?

[teamaniac]

I don't have any material wants.

[misterblackbird]

How admirable.

[teamaniac]

Though if you were to offer some of your blood...

[misterblackbird]

I can't imagine you would want it.

[teamaniac]

Don't presume.

[misterblackbird]

Then I'm certain you wouldn't want it.

[teamaniac]

Would you mind explaining why?

[misterblackbird]

I would rather not explain, Miss Evangeline.

[teamaniac]

I refuse to accept that you're allergic to vampires.

[misterblackbird]

I'm hardly allergic to vampires. I was bitten by a supposed vampire once, in fact.

I simply can't imagine you'd want my blood.

[teamaniac]

I don't see why not.

[misterblackbird]

Nor do I wish to explain it. You'll have to believe me, I'm afraid.

[teamaniac]

A nice set of bath oils then.

[misterblackbird]

Those, I think, I should be able to find.