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My head hurts but that happens when you are walking to your class and a piece of the building falls on your head. It wasn't even a big piece either...just a small chunk so I have a small knot and a headache. I have a feeling going to the Academy will never be boring.

I am rather excited about school starting up soon. It will certainly be different. The uniform skirt is quite shorter than what I am used to but there is little to do about it. All the people I have met that will be teaching and the like seem rather nice. Mr. Morningstar even...considering who he is and all. I should only have a year left but I doubt they can shove nearly seventy years of history in my head in that amount of time. They might be able to...time will tell.

As much as I like this place it can get sort of boring. I need to find something to do. I will have to go back to school soon I think. I'm not sure how school works in America in 2008. I just know I was a year from finishing.

I think I'm going to go swimming anyone else want to go?

Congratulations, Robin, even your quiet exits leave some destruction in their wake. Honestly, next time you feel the need to leave and disappear, blow something up first! I'd supply the gunpowder. At least then I'd only have to deal with property damage. Idiot.

For those of you that are either mildly interested, or slightly curious, Robin Hood has vacated the premises. I will, however, be remaining here. Possibly with some alcohol for the foreseeable future.

Susan, I do believe we need to have a conversation.

[Private to Pevensies and Caspian]
If anyone wishes to speak to me I'm going to be with Tumnus...

We are...together.

Peter, it's cute that you think it's a secret, but really, it isn't.

[Edit]: My brother is a complete and utter prat.

I finally made it out to go shopping and well... The skirts and dresses of 2008 are surprisingly short. I didn't find a skirt that fit well that wasn't at my knee or a spot higher. I also bought something that might make Peter's head explode. I couldn't help it though the woman at the store was such a good salesman. I own a pair of pants! I also have a few pairs of shoes. I got the neatest pair that are blue and lace up. The gentleman at the shop called them...Chucky Ts I think.

( Private to Tumnus )

Well after rummaging through Susan's shoes I have finally found a pair that doesn't hurt my feet or fall off of when I try to walk. I am ready to venture out into the world! I was just wondering if anyone would like to go with me? I haven't exactly left the apartments or the penthouse much since I arrived. I just know I am tired of wearing Susan's clothes.

[Private to Caspian]
Hopefully this will work. Um...Could you do me a favor? You have to promise not to tell Peter or Edmund though because they will probably blow things out of proportion and lock me in my room. It isn't life threatening or anything. You...you just have to promise!

Begging your pardon, all, but it seems that I am very much lost ... and also very much different than I was before.

Help?

. . .PETER DID IT!

So...this glorified type writer is rather interesting. I thought it was only best that I make a proper introduction...since the first was rather erratic and I was a bit on edge about the conditions in which I arrived here.

I'm Lucy Pevensie though. I was born in 1932 but...here I am in 2008 and only seventeen. It is rather crazy if you ask me.

Oh...and this might sound like an odd request but should anyone see a Faun or a swashbuckling mouse could you please let me know?

Indeed stranger things have happened like walking through the wardrobe those few times, then there was the one time at the train station, and then again when we ended up looking too closely at that painting of the Dawn Treader...but really...can I get a spot of warning at least once!

I never ended up someplace else in my knickers before! You expect nothing to change after walking into your completely normal closet!

What is this?

Peter? Edmund? Lucy?

Well. This isn't Narnia. Or home. Or anything remotely familiar. And I don't think I drank that much at last night's party.

In other words: This could be a bit problematic, then.

This is not the place I expected to be nor is it anything close to Narnia. The deep magic there must have saw fit to place me here in this new body.

My brothers and sisters are gone. I'm starting to think they weren't here in the first place. But that's silly.

Though it wouldn't be the first time I apparently made things up.

This place is nice and all, but I'm a little bored.

I miss Narnia.

Does anyone want to do anything?

I'm late. As usual. Except I'm not quite sure what I'm late to..

Peter? Susan? Edmund? What's going on?