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Oct 25, 2008 00:42

Upon arriving, I have found this place to be far less than suitable to my needs than my London home.

Apparently because in the past couple of weeks, the city has been buried beneath a layer of rock.

This earthquake is an. . .odd sort of predicament. Earthquakes don't just happen in Canada, so I'm inclined to believe this is the result of something supernatural. Act of God, quite possibly.

Let me make clear that I do not see the benefit of posting my daily musings in a public forum. But my new butler seems to think this is a good idea. (He makes rather fantastic tea, I'm inclined to keep him.)

The flat he found for me is fitting, but small. It will need new furnishings and most definitely a new coat of paint. . .or perhaps even three coats. Or four. Really, it's a rather ungodly sight.

I have a desperate need to see London. It isn't my London, to be sure, but -- well -- I'd like to know that it still stands.

God save the Queen.
Sir Integra Hellsing
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