the orient express

I like the snow, even though it's cold. I like drinking hot tea after walking in the snow.

Surely I can’t be the only one who feels as though something increasingly suspicious is going on around here as of late? General train madness aside, of course. First the lockout and now there are rumors of some sort of impending rescue going around on the Network it seems...

One- it is highly unamusing that not only did the train lock us out for 48 hours but that my room is now gone and I've been given another. Did anyone else find chocolate in their nightstand?

Two-I met a woman from the Möbius Corporation last night. They have a solution to getting the train back under control and she's all ready implemented it.

ETA: I am only the messenger and have only the smallest amount of information. It is up to you whether to believe it or not. But the first person who knocks on my door or tries to break it down will get shot. If you think I'm joking, try me.

it has come to my recent attention that you and i had struck a sort of bargain whilst in london in return for you summoning up a demon for my own matters. i do hope you didn't think you could squander such an agreement between us simply because we are on this train.

it is still valid considering you have not given me what i have asked for yet.

I'm mildly disappointed that my closet has yet to spontaneously fill itself up with new clothes. One can never have too many boots.

I like being immortal. Being immortal is awesome. And if I live long enough, maybe the train will stop by my world.

[Filtered to Annabeth]
I need to talk to you.

[Filtered to the Huntsman]
I found some hunting grounds. Let's see what you got.

Please tell me that the three of you aren't planning to go out into the city in your rather... outdated clothing. You are auspicious enough as it is.

I've taken the liberty of finding you some much more appropriate outfits from the baggage car.

Good Afternoon!

I do realize that there are a few of you on board who I have not had the pleasure of meeting that I believe I should get to know.

My name is Charlotte Branwell and I had been in charge of the London Institute for quite some time before finding myself on this train.

In lieu of both past and recent events, I would like to extend an invitation to those of you of whom I am not familiar with to get to know me, and those who studied under my careful supervision. My door - F 602 on Sleep Car number twelve - is very open to any of you. I ask that you please mind my roommate, Mister Nicholas Cutter, should you stop by as this is his room as well.

( Private to Magnus )

Have you ever been to China? I assume you must have at some point, right? It crossed my mind today while trying to avoid whatever this singing epidemic is on the train.

I might regret this.

What does 'booty' mean?

How does someone get rid of glitter from a party a week or so ago? I am still finding it in my hair. And yes! Before anyone asks, I have showered. Multiple times.

You have to come and join me in the chance car. Bring /lube/.

For anyone who might be interested I am hosting a party tonight in the Parlor Car. Drinks, dancing, all things fabulous. You get the idea. No dress code though glitter is highly encouraged ;)

Lovely Isabelle, I’m thinking that I’m going to take you up on your suggestion after all and throw a party. Maybe in the parlor car? Come and help me convince your brother to wear something other than that awful black t-shirt.

The sound is, at first, muffled and distant. There are some minor sounds of things dropping, and the device itself is dropped before being recovered. There is a flustered sound, a heavy sigh, and a clearing of a throat.

"Hello? Hello?? I am so terribly sorry if this has disturbed anyone, but I'm hoping that, perhaps, I could be directed as to my whereabouts? I am Charlotte Branwell, and I believe that something somewhere has gone a bit awry. I should be in London at the Institute. I fear that this is neither of those places. Unless, of course, this is some sort of strange prank that a few of our students has dubbed amusing. In which case, I am certainly not at all amused. It could also be the work of my husband. In which case, I am still very much not amused."

Jace agreed to babysit Abraham for a couple of hours.

First zombies, then strange babies I have this odd desire to wear yellow, and now ghosts?

I really don't understand how people find this train bad. I've been nothing but entertained by these events.

Ghosts aren't much of a challenge, though. I think I preferred the zombies.

I went back to the room and are you still

Where are you?

There is a baby in my room.

A baby serial killer.

...seriously?

How adorable! I love children and this one is no exception! He is quite a handful, though, but I believe I have managed to get the smell under control.

His name; however, left much to be desired! Jonathan Shadowhunter? Oh no, no. That just won't do! What sort of name is that anyway?

In any case, I am henceforth referring to him as Reginald Winthrop Upland III. It is a far more fitting name and it suits him quite well if I do say so myself.

You should see the adorable suit I've conjured up for him! He looks darling in powder blue!