Carnaval de la Lumière

Thinking about going for a walk. Would anyone like to tag along?

Did I see a fairy?

The next man who touches my stomach is going to get their hand ripped off.

I'm not kidding.

Ahh, so it's Paris now. I had always been curious about visiting it at some point.

I do hope no one minds that I'll be joining you for a time. Quite the intrepid little wanderers, for ones lost so far from home. I like you, Carnaval de la Lumière. Look, I even got my own little journal to match everyone else!

This place is pretty. But I'm very uncomfortable

I have to say, I think I love this place. So much life, actions, even love at night.

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear meeee, happy birthday to me!

Well, I think so, anyway. This whole time-travel thing is kinda messing me up. Cause, it was like February 2006 where I was back home, and then it was February 1936, and now it's... I don't even know. What year are we in?

Someone stole my lunch, literally from right under me.

Really...I'M PREGNANT! I need to eat.

So I know there's a God or Goddess for everything, but I'll be honest I was too in to studying law to actually learn names of them.

I was asked to join in wine making? I think by the wine God, he didn't even tell me his name! He was leering at me so I said no, but thank you, I had work to do. Now I have little cherubs...I don't even know if I should call them that, running around all day doing what I've asked of them.

I NEED MORE CHORES...help me. Please.

I can't say I mind the latest locale. No zombies, no werewolves, no weird house of mirrors popping up. I like it. I'd like home better, but

These people are really sadistic, to watch you cut yourself over and over again and still not be satisfied.

So now we're in the land of the Greek Gods? Really? Okay... so I suppose that I'll have to get used to that.

Fucking hell, people. I get that this place fucking blows, really I do, I've been here longer than every fucking one of you. But the whinging about "Why are we stuck here" and "when do we move" is really getting fucking old. Seriously that's all anyone's talked about for two fucking weeks. If it pisses you off so much how about you try working on a way home instead of bitching and moaning about how much it sucks? Jesus fucking christ.

This is hilarious! I have never been on an acid trip that felt this real before. This is quality shite, I have to admit. When you Americans drug yourselves, you really go for it with all your heart and soul. I salute you, you beautiful bastards.

I'm not having much luck with selling this cotton candy right now.

People in this time are so rude and bloodthirsty. I studied latin, you know.

I hope we get the hell out of here soon.

Someone guy just asked me to be his model...he's looking for a muse and thinks I fit the role perfectly.


How long till this place moves? Before I bust someone in the nose.

Someone guy just asked me to be his model...he's looking for a muse and thinks I fit the role perfectly.


How long till this place moves? Before I bust someone in the face.