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You know, it's been over a month since I've been here, and the gods haven't tried to screw with us even once. I think I could get used to it here.

[Thalia]

I think you need an arial view of this town.

[Piper]

I'm going to try to make dinner tomorrow. For you. Because I just might be the luckiest man alive, and I want you to know it.

According to the online Wiki page about me, today is the anniversary of my death. November 2, 2005. So, somewhere, I've been dead for eight years.

I'm not quite sure how to feel about that.

We should have some sort of...autumn bonfire.

Look, I'm not complaining about the season

This place is very confusing. The metal carriages here move at alarming speeds and I have seen women dressed in a manner not befitting to polite company. I hardly know how this contraption is meant to work, but it was explained to me that it is a means of communication?

Everything about this place is very unsettling. While Mister Salvatore has been very helpful, I would much prefer to be somewhere that makes more sense.