the orient express

You can't ignore me forever, Isabelle.

I have enough coats to open up my own shop. Come grab yours or I keep the cute ones for myself. Alec, there's one here that you need to try on!

I asked Annie to marry me.

And she said yes!

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

We're back on the ground!

thank christ. I hereby swear to never wank in zero gravity again. and advise you all to wait it out, no matter how horny you believe yourself to be, i repeat, it is not worth it.

That is all.

Bill's been sent home or wherever the hell the train sends us once its had enough of us. I know I should be glad that he is not around to deal with the train's latest shit but I'm not. He's left me all alone again. Left before I could give him a piece of my mind for the way he's been treatin' me

I need a drink.

Look who I found sitting on the end of the bed when I came back to the cabin after supper.

For those of you that haven't met, his name is Crookshanks and he is likely to be curious and wander about the train. He's very friendly and very clever.

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Isn't he handsome? I suppose it's a coincidence that he turned up today, his timing couldn't be better. But he's a wonderful birthday present all the same.

Has anyone seen a cat wandering around the train lately? I don't particularly want to leave him behind in China, even if he is stubborn as hell sometimes.

If you tell anyone about this I will

I have a favor to ask you. And you have to promise not to laugh.

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 )

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.

/I'm incredibly homesick./

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.

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.

it seems that while a select few have been graced with a child i have had the pleasure of being reunited with a demon spawn parading as a blue persian cat named church. to whoever thought this was humourous, return him. he is not wanted nor was he wanted this morning when was scratching at the door to my cabin.

i am offering this thing up to the first person who claims him.
no jem, you are excluded.

Let me make this clear to you mundanes and Downworlders:

You touch my brother, Alec Lightwood, and I will break every vow and promise I have made before my fellow Shadowhunters and the Clave. You will not lay a hand, arm, leg, foot, claw, wing, or weapon on him, and may the angel help you if you do.