Angel Grove Net

My birthday today. Party at my house today at 6pm. So that means.. come on, we all know by now. Orgy time! With me.

My lover has been sent away by the universe. I do hope it put him back with those who care about him. The trio did have something special it seems. But I am a bit sad and require...release, you understand me, si?

Who is willing to...assist?

No....but, yes.

Compromises have their perks, do they not?

I do this my way or I do it not at all.

Wish me luck?

One of the kids doing animation wanted to play around with some of my designs.

( A link to some animated pictures. )

I am offered something that I may have wanted, once, QUITE a long time ago, had I know about it, in those days when the only thing I wanted was to live up to my father's legacy, which I admit, was largely kept from me.

I do not want it now, either, not in the way things stand, though I'm told it COULD be different. Am I being short sighted to not at least listen to what the man offering this complete MADNESS has to say for himself and his offer?

They say my skills (I apparently have skills) would prove to be useful as they are, But it involves so many other things I stand against. Or DID involve them if some people are to be believed.

I...require a drink. Several of them in fact. At a place that members of my family do not practically live in.

Suggestions for a place with decent wine?

That happened.

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:)

My life. What is it, again?

There is an apprentice.

My father has an apprentice.

He...

I'm hardly jealous of something that I never had and doubt I would have wanted and I don't begrudge him training with the best, but I cannot help but watch him and feel...not angry at anyone involved, or envious but more as if I can never hope to be as skilled...as valuable to him as...

Is this the way inadequacy feels?

How does one get blood out of the carpet then?

Not my blood, nor blood I had any hand in causing, might I add. I met my father and he is both slightly unconscious and slightly cut his head on his way down to the floor, so, the blood.

If anyone should have advice, it'd be one of you lot, right?

Blessed Mother, THAT was an explosion.

Zia Claudia is going to murder me. Again. I am not, it seems the best of houseguests, after all. IF, it seems, I am actually IN Roma just now, which I do doubt very much. Too...something to be that. ...Troppo nuovo? It is SOMETHING.

So. Instead, where DID experimenting with mio amicio the alchemist's supplies send me instead?

And is there somewhere I can grab a drink, perhaps a bath after such an experience? Capire, it is nopt something I do so often, blowing up a home or villa as the case may be, if you have any doubts about me, hmm?