[Backdated to earlier in the afternoon.]

French food is stupid. What kind of person would want an egg on their sandwich?

[Nico is grouchy. As a thirteen-year-old kid with no French language skills and barely any money on his person, he hasn't been able to get a decent meal in a few days - "decent" hear meaning, "consisting of more than sugar and ( Read more... )

( Percy )

[The sound of a spoon clinking on ceramic, followed by what is distinctly the pouring of cereal, comes over the journal. It's dinnertime, but Nico has no idea how to eat properly so Lucky Charms it is. He picks all the marshmallows out and leaves the cereal.

He's been keeping an eye on the castle ghosts ever since his arrival, and just can't quite ( Read more... )

[If you're walking the hallways this fine evening, please do be alert - you can never quite be sure when thirteen-year-old boys are about to step out of the shadows right in front of you, in the most literal-

Ah, here comes one right now.

He stumbles out of the dark corner, iron sword drawn, and looks around in confusion for a moment.]

… What? This ( Read more... )

[Dictated in English]

You'd think that it would be quieter, when no one can understand each other.

[A considerable pause. Not being able to understand the only person that he regularly speaks to has put Nico in a bit of a grouchy mood, and he's spent the majority of the past two days characteristically skulking around. Right now he's on a sofa in ( Read more... )

[When you were born in 1924 and your life is a blur of memory loss and magic hotels, there are certain skills that you lack. Such as a full understanding of modern science and technology. Which is why he's currently flopped down on the sofa in the game room, trying to find his way around an old Game Boy Color he found lying around.

And judging by ( Read more... )

[Falling asleep for half a month has plenty of downsides, one of them being that it's pretty hard to keep an eye on your cat when you've knocked out. Nico's used to his cat prowling about on its own, and wasn't too worried at first. But after several more days, he's starting to get concerned.]

If anyone sees a black cat with a red collar, bring him ( Read more... )

[There's a thud and a rustle as the journal gets knocked to the floor from where it was perched on the arm of a chair, falling conveniently open just in time to catch a muffled voice: ]

What the heck...

[Nico remembers curling up in the armchair in his bedroom, but his neck hurts so bad that he feels like he's been curled up there a week.

… Or ( Read more... )

( Emil )

[Waking up in a strange room with a headache and no recollection of how he got there was something Nico had been hoping not to experience until he was much older. But as soon as he opens the journal to get his bearings, the situation immediately becomes clear.

He's now en route back to his own room in the Pietus Tower, and with no memory of elves ( Read more... )