Quite a number of days have passed since I last wrote in my journal, and with them curses. I am sorry for my absence from the network; I've been rather absorbed in my work as of late.

It seems, at least, that there's never a dull moment in this City. I'm quite glad they usually only last a day - though that seems not the case for this one. The weather was still quite accomodating yesterday, and I took a walk out in the snow. Today, though, it leaves a man no choice but to stay at home, so chilling is it.

The amusement park was something I enjoyed very much! I definitely plan to visit again. (Of course, it's only half the fun without Satine. Luckily, my flatmates are quite an amusing bunch, themselves. They make my stay here that much more bearable.) During the curse three days ago, I had to shut myself in, for though I wasn't cursed, I certainly didn't want to inconvenience anyone who was.

I have also taken part in a play, as an actor. My role was that of a villain - and his villainy nature defined by his lack of imagination. It was strange, playing someone so different from myself, and as such definitely a learning experience. Thank you to Miss Tomoyo Daidouji for writing and directing the play.

I might look further into theatre yet; it is beginning to intrigue me more and more.

And lastly, I am beginning to figure out this computer, I think. Don't worry, I'm just trying this out.

(OOC: Sorry for his absence. T_T; Mun was a tad inspirationless. Also, as you can see, he discovered markup codes. Strikes are actually visible as strikes.)

These curses are much worse than I first thought, now that I am experiencing them myself. My first curse was certainly something to remember - I needed a few days to recover, even. Being in a harem... that's the most humiliating experience I have ever endured. Now I wish all the more that Satine might come here, or that I might go back home and help her, somehow. Harold Zidler doesn't seem to be a bad person at all, but that doesn't change that he's - that he's to her what Mr. Hargreaves (I believe?) was to me on that curse day.

And today, I find myself in prison. I have been emprisoned for my illicit affair with Satine. And I may yet be repentant, may be sorry for many a thing - but never for love. Never for my love of Satine. That, the ability to love, the experience of love, is something no one will ever take away from me.

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O Satine, my love, do you still think of me? Are you still in chains, or have you flown away without me? You must think I left you behind out of malice or unfaithfulness, but I must assure you I have never been more faithful, even now in my own set of chains.

I am writing you a song, Satine, to pass time - I've been writing you one before, but I don't have it with me - and I am putting all my love into it, and revising and revising, and maybe I'll make a collection of songs for you. Songs for Satine - that has a nice ring to it. I hope you think of me. I'm thinking of you. All the time.

Yours forever,
Christian

I have woken up early today, so I could watch the sun rise over the desert. No matter how many times I watch it, it will always be a magnificent moment. It is a good way to start the day, for it is an untouchable moment which makes the daily hardships of life so much easier to bear. I must say that I like a sunny day at any of its moments. It gets quite hot, of course, but I don't mind so much. When rain comes, it is that much sweeter in comparison.

My Sultan, how are you feeling this morning? I would certainly hope the day finds you in best spirits.

As it is, I remembered that story I wanted to tell you in these morning hours. If you would like to hear it, I will tell it to you.

(OOC: ... Cain's concubine.)

A lot has happened since I wrote my last entry, though it seems that such is the routine in this City. Curses happen every few days, and so they did. First, a lot of people were sick, of poison, as it turned out - though they all seem to have recovered, thank God - and then some first heard a strange music and then turned into mice, which prompted a kind of war between them and the humans. I conclude that I must be very careful if I am to survive here.

As dangerous as it is, though, it is just as wondrous. I have by now seen computers, very modern cars, something called "television" and the most practicable of household inventions: dishwashers, washing mashines, tumble-dryers and other such machinery.

I have also been to the library, and I must say I was impressed with its sheer size and the number of tomes it holds, but less so with its organization. I couldn't find a thing I was looking for, even if I found many other interesting books instead. There is now a big pile of borrowed books in my room, and I just hope I will have time to read them between everything.

I wonder when I shall first be cursed. I certainly dread the experience, as I have seen that it seems to bring great suffering to the affected and amusement to the not so kind souls in this place.

Besides, writing is going very well. If nothing else, the environment is inspirational, and I've had a lot of new ideas come to me these last nights. I am always astounded at how the most improbable situations can bring a new idea - say, when brushing your teeth, for example. Then again, while there should be logic in writing, it is certainly not as closely related to it as mathematics.

Well, we shall see how it all turns out.

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I believe I have experienced my first 'curse' yesterday. I happened to take a walk around the City, and what I witnessed was talking beasts and household objects. My walk turned out short because of this, as the beasts didn't seem of friendly disposition. Some of them seemed quite comfortable with their lot, even. Seeing as some also posted on the 'network', I suppose this curse turned citizens into beasts or household objects, respectively. While I wonder how one would make a network post, or do anything indeed, as, say, a cup or a duster, I shall take it as another part of this City's confusing magic. I believe it will be best if I take things at face value for now.

I now not only have a residence, but I am also 'employed', if you could call it that, by a young man named Lestat. My conversation with him was a little odd, I must admit. He seems to like drawing things out, and he was beating around the bush about being a hunter, but that might be cultural differences. I must remember to not speak of hunting here, as it doesn't seem widely accepted. After all, Lestat seems friendly enough, and he is a writer like myself. He even offered to let me read his autobiography; first, though, he insisted I read the book of someone named Louis - probably a friend. I'm looking forward to it.

I have also met many other new people, some of them acquaintances of Obi-Wan's, and other roommates. Among them was also a very sweet person named Leeloo, who has a peculiar way of talking and gave me very good cookies. I'll have to thank her for that again. She also offered to teach me her 'ancient language', something I'm also looking forward to.

Today, though, it seems a lot of people are sick. There must be an epidemic going around. Could this be another 'curse', or is it a true epidemic? I almost wish it to be the former, as the curses are supposed to last merely a day, whereas epidemics are known to take time and, depending on the illness, lives. Either way, there is nothing to do but wait it out. I probably shouldn't leave home for an extended time during the next few days - or weeks, depending.

Regardless, I went to a place called 'Lux' tonight, on Abby's invitation, with her and some friends. I had a nice evening. They have a wide variety of drinks and the music that played was unusual, but not altogether bad. They must have a very good grammophone, too, better than any I know.
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Leeloo, thank you again for the cookies. They were very delicious. Abby, I enjoyed the night at the Lux very much, and would love to repeat it sometime soon, though I suppose it would be wiser to stay inside as much as possible, seeing as there seems to be a sickness going around.

A question to the citizens: is there no sure way to determine whether this is a 'curse' or not?

(OOC: So Abby taught him some codes, but obviously he's not very good at it. And yes, he got hired by Lestat.)

I have met a lot of new people yesterday. Well, most of them I didn't exactly 'meet', but I talked to them through the 'network', as it is called. I met a man with my face and talked to another who mistook me for someone named Sam. A young woman named Abby granted me shelter; as of right now, I am living with her and her flatmates, who also seem friendly. Abby has also shown me the basics of the 'computer', and by now I think I can handle it somewhat well, but I don't understand the finer points of it yet. It's still a very foreign device, but far less so than the very City I find myself in. I am part terrified and part excited by the prospects that have revealed themselves in the converstaions of yesterday; however, you can only cope so well if you're missing the love of your life. Abby thinks that Satine might come here yet. I can only hope and pray that she will, soon. I can't imagine living without her.

And now, to the citizens of this City:

Would anyone be interested in hiring a writer?

I have woken up and find myself a stranger in a strange land. A city I have never been to, with buildings unlike any I have ever seen and strangely clothed people on its streets. I believe I must be in a land of magic, for the typewriter I am using - also unlike any I have ever seen - does not have paper, but a slate on top on which letters appear out of nothing. Thus I think I may be dreaming. It would be fortunate, for I don’t know how likely it is for Satine to be here, as well.

I don’t want to be without Satine. Not in any wonderland in the world, for what is it worth without love? Without her love, without her beauty, without the freedom and truth that is loving her!

Though, as there is no conceivable possibility for this to be anything but a dream, I have no reason to worry.

Now it took a photograph of me! I'm now fully convi--

(OOC: I picked a more or less random date which I suppose could be when the point in the timeline he comes from is taking place for the entry header. And he accidentally hit the post button.)