| potions_master @ 2003-08-22 11:40:00 |
| Current mood: | mellow |
Thus they shall teach you the ways to doubt that you may believe.
I am in Hell.
It has been mused that anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco. Judging by the population - made up mostly of ne'er-do-wells, madmen and unwashed cretins best left to remain disappeared - I would not be surprised in the least.
And no, Lupin, Potter is not among them. Kindly stop pawing at your screen.
I have yet to encounter a place such as this. The people are entirely too friendly for their own good. I have hexed no less than fifteen people, and ten were prior to breakfast. I do not think they have any concept of personal space or how to respect it. I am confident that they do now.
My purpose here lies on a small yet formidable rock some ways out in the bay. An atypically competent Muggle conception, combining intimidation, despair and certain death as a method of controlling those unfortunate enough to become relegated to this place. A most ridiculous tour was offered, however I declined and took my leave of the brightly-clad cadre of Muggles, snapping pictures of rocks and bars and isolation cells. I prefer to conduct my research in solitude, without interference from obnoxious men in ill-fitting, silly uniforms. A fascinating place in the end, but not very impressive when compared to wizarding methods of criminal management.
It is fortunate, Black, that you are not on this particular assignment. It might have made you homesick.
Upon concluding my business I returned to the city only to become misguided by their pitiful excuse for public transport. The Americans seem determined to make it as difficult as possible to get wherever you are going. Perhaps if one set out with the intent to become lost, one would find himself in his proper destination. At any rate, I ended up in an extremely discomfiting part of the city with a penchant for adorning every possible surface with rainbow-coloured symbolism. There I experienced more of the unrelenting so-called hospitality of the locals, to the point where I was forced to threaten one with a sound beating of my wand. This was somehow amusing, and so I hexed them all and made my exit.
There seems to be no end to the ridiculousness of this city, as I have yet to make my way back to my lodgings. Instead I am in a sort of communications hub disguised as a café, surrounded by furry, unclean people who smell strongly of burning vegetation and fermented things. One of them seems to be offering me some sort of item - it appears to be an undersized cigarette of some sort. Perhaps this is a strange ritual among the denizens of San Francisco. I was warned of this, and my experiences elsewhere have taught me that it is far better to humour the natives than to offend them. I will accept. One moment please.
Blazes, that is disgusting. I am strongly reminded of Amsterdam, suddenly. However it seems to have satisfied the creature and he has moved on, and I may finish my report in peace. Preferably I would do this in the comforts of my own accomodations, however I cannot navigate this infernal city. I recall that the building is on a hill, which is of course utterly useless as everything here is on a bloody hill. Though, it may not be too detrimental that I am forced to journal my findings in this place, as the mad pensioner woman in the kimono who operates the establishment where I am staying is not peering over my shoulder and commenting upon the state of my hair. I am not amused by eccentrics, nor am I interested in their haircare advice when I am otherwise engaged in my work.
I am becoming concerned that whatever it is I have indulged in has done something funny to my head, as it is getting more harder to ty
what was I saying? i was writing words out but my hands -- wow. i have hands. can you see them? i can see them. haaaaaands.
it is really sunny here. the sun is really bright. if I look at it I see spots. now there are spots on my hands! that is strange. spots on my hands. hands.
god i'm hungry.
Comments:
| onourbrooms @ 2003-08-22 07:42 am UTC |
I would advise you against eating any brownies, Sevvie.
And yes, while your hands are very entertaining, I can think of something even moreso amusing. Were I the sort inclined to point and laugh...
| sibyllsays @ 2003-08-22 01:35 pm UTC |
I Foresee much pointing and laughing in the near future.
Look! LUCIUS! My, my, I couldn't have guessed!
| onourbrooms @ 2003-08-22 06:01 pm UTC |
I completely second that particular divination. (Don't really think it takes a crystal ball to see that one though, Sibyll.)
Shiny comrades-in-arms! Now Sevvie and Looshie have something else in common other than interesting tattoos.
| sibyllsays @ 2003-08-22 01:36 pm UTC |
The ouija board and the crystal ball both agree that he is VERY shiny!!
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