Those fairy things were troublesome, but they remind me of the imps from back home. I suppose if a magician ordered an imp to capture his enemy's teeth, it would happen.

... As to why a magician would want to exact that sort of revenge, I have no bloody idea. But there were some bizarre ones to be found in London, so.

I was not amused by yesterday's curse.

At all.

I wouldn't have minded so much if Kitty were here.

That being said, the deities' ploy to get me to tan was unsuccessful. I'm English; I'm supposed to be pale.

My hundredth entry in this City and what is it used for?

Nothing so momentous as the return of someone from my world or perhaps a breakthrough in a social life research but simply?

Reporting the subsequent madness of the police force.

I woke up this morning to this creature at the foot of my bed.

... Well, he seems quite harmless.

Has anyone lost a dog?

And in the meantime, does... anyone know what I should feed him?

[ooc; I almost went for the lion. XD But nah, Nathaniel, being English, has gotten a bulldog for the day!]

... I feel like utter shite.

Is it possible to suffer from an ice cream hangover?


Ugh.

[Accidental Voice Post]

Right.

Enough's enough. If Bartimaeus were here, he'd goad my lazy arse into doing something other than living like a hermit for the past few months. Ridiculous. I've never been in a sorrier state, Kitty would—

...nngh, bugger, where to...

But I really don't see the point of just wandering the streets aimlessly until I bump into someone. I'm past the whole 'shopping' phase, ugh, God forbid that urge posses me again.

Maybe a job of some sort? But there's no semblence of an actual government here, so what good... Well, there is a library, so perhaps...

Er. How long has this been record—?

Ah, hello? If there's anyone that knows if the library's in need of some help?

Ravenclaw, eh?

Well, judging by what this... hat and this young woman's entry say, I'm not too surprised.

It took a lot of work to become the magician I am. But I understand now why I was almost Sorted—is that the word?—into that other group, Slytherin. I am not proud of what John Mandrake did to achieve greatness in Parliament and London, however rewarding it was.

Mm. But Ravenclaw. That's quite fitting for me. For Nathaniel.

Getting blood out of white Oxford shirts... as if this isn't the first time. If it weren't for the concern of having absolutely nothing to wear ...

Hm.

I hope everyone's recovered from yesterday's curse?


[ooc; The wound that helped kill him crippled him from the computer yesterday. He did die, but he's as alive as City!dead can be and grumbling about his sheets and clothes now. XD]

My apologies for being absent lately.

It seems the most recent curse regarding the Mirror City affected me in such a way that I couldn't get to a computer and make any sort of post. Nevertheless, I'm fine now, and back where I should be - both physically and mentally.

It seems like we've got quite a few new arrivals in the City. Welcome, I suppose.

... I've been quite unproductive outside of my own research. Perhaps a job, then.

Yes, I have always been this thin.

Yes, I am eating properly.

No, I do not need any fattening up. I assure you, madam, I am not neglected or suffering from malnutrition. Thank you.


For the love of God, this damned curse...

[ooc; RUNNING TO SCHOOL! But will reply as soon as I can. ♥ ]

All this talk of a blood curse, unrelated to the City's typical magic ... intruiging.

[Filtered to Hospital Staff]

What is the extent of our knowledge of those that have died beyond this world? Something I don't know. Appalling. Something I should have asked sooner - also, appalling. I ask because I've heard that the hospital is in need of donations and I—well, I'm definitely not beyond being charitable.

My main concern is that my current state of deceased may add some complications to what should be a simple procedure. The lack of heartbeat rather lends itself to a probable lack of good bloodflow or... something.

I'm afraid I'm not nearly as knowledgable in medicine as I am in politics and magic. And this magic is certainly unlike what I've experienced in London.

Apparently, someone saw fit to attack my home.

I am no longer an active member of the English Parliament, but fuck if I'm not pleased about what I'm pretty damn sure was an act of terrorism. I don't see explosions going off in the other apartments in my building.

So.

I suppose this is what I would have looked like, had I survived the djinn revolt in London.

... it isn't too bad, I suppose, but I rather wish Kitty was here to see it. We'd be the same age, then.

In the space of a few short weeks, the City has become no more than a prison to me again.

The ticking has returned in full and that, along with the silence next door and in this apartment, is more hellish than any curse.

I am the only one left from my world, now.

... I suppose someone will have to take care of Ptolemy's cat. Tameri, was it?

Now, this is a sight I hadn't expected to see again.

I wouldn't have ever forgotten the City if I tried, but I had always chalked it up to trauma more than anything else. A persistant, wild hallucination during an injury-induced coma.

... perhaps the same situtation applies again. Prime Minister for a few short weeks and already there's been an assassination attempt? I'd better not be dead.

I wonder if there are any familiar faces here. Or maybe Bartimaeus has followed—no, I doubt it. I haven't seen him since rebuilding London.

Ah, fuck.

Kitty won't be pleased if I don't return from Parliament tonight.


[ooc; What if... Nathaniel survived the djinn revolt and saved London? Here he is a few years later, the youngest Prime Minister in a reformed London and happily together with one Kitty Jones. He remembers the City, but as a dream - he was in a coma for a few weeks after defeating Nouda (being buried under a collapsed building will do that to you).]

... it was only a curse, I suppose.

It wasn't her. The ghost of her, maybe. I realised it when I tried to touch her.

And now I am absolutely drenched.

Perfect. What a bloody perfect way to add insult to injury.


[ooc; Emo Nat is emo. And being followed by his own personal stormcloud.]

I apologise for being so absent from the Network as of late.

Recent... changes in my life have thrown me off balance, curses of the City aside. She's been here ever since I arrived. I love her, and to have lost her on a normal day, not to a curse or a war, but just to the City... But I've returned, for the most part, and am trying to catch up on what I've missed.

Today, however, seems to be another time when all sorts of curses plague the City at once. I am unaffec—

...

Is that... it can't be—

Kitty? Kitty, you're back!



[ooc; Kitty Jones has, in fact, left the City. Nat's just seeing the ghost of her memory, as he's affected by the Ghost World curse. DDD: ]

No.

I...

No.

She can't have—


... without a word?

[Filtered to the Resistance // UNHACKABLE]

I'm offering my assistance to the Magical Warfare team.

Is there anything in particular that needs to be done?

Kitty, how are you doing?

[Filtered to Strategy // UNHACKABLE]

I apologise for my temporary absence; I was taking care of making sure a friend of mine was alright after rescue.

If anyone could kindly fill me in, that would be most appreciated. As far as I am aware, we are preparing for a very possible attack soon and citizens have been evacuated to the refuges stationed beneath the City, yes?

How may I be of assistance?