This place continues to be more and more annoying. The ticking sound is really bothersome. I suppose I will have to get a pet, maybe a ferret. I've heard that they're very clean.

Tomorrow is April Fool's Day. It's a day that Caspian and my cousins the Pevensies should enjoy even though they have "make up things and pretend they're real" every day of their life.

I found the schools you all were pretending to be in quite inadequate. Most people were overly concerned with their studies or concerned only when the test approached.

And there's all sorts of people outside with signs and such doing a peaceful protest. Bully for you all, I say. Though I wish you could keep it down a bit.

You fiend! Don't you dare-

[The sounds of running and then a crash.]

I'll get you for that! Don't you-

[More sounds of crashing, something like glass or dishes this time.]

OW! Get... get away from me!!! No, what are you-

Hah, now I-

[A final crash, something heavy hitting the skull of a loud, annoying boy, killing him.]

[ooc: Curse times are a go for the Narnia crew! Who killed Eustace Scrubb? Does anyone care? Is Communism really a red herring?]

My pneumonia is much better, no thanks to Caspian, who tried to get me to eat some sort of horrible soup. Most likely it would have made me even more ill. And I think it's quite obvious that I was delirious with fever several days ago when I tried to profess my affections to certain residents here.

Lucy and Susan, the meals you've provided have been rather adequate and have probably not contributed to my illness much, if at all.

Caspian, despite your attempt to sicken me with the soup, I've done you a favor and drawn your boat for you to the best of my recollection:
( Cut to Save Flist/Not IC Cut )
You call it the Dawn Treader but for its size the Prawn Treader would be more accurate. Try as I might I wasn't entirely able to capture just how sad of a boat it is. Really, it's hardly more than a glorified row boat. You'll also notice that it's stormy in the background, as it was essentially the entirety of the voyage.

Oh, and Lucy, have you seen any talking lions about that create countries? I'm still hoping to meet one.

( [Written in Journal/Not on Network] )

I don't care if I'm supposed to stay inside!! I won't let something silly like pneumonia stop me from being with my love, today!

Anne, I got you a bouquet of Calla Lilies because they stand for magnificent beauty, which is what you are! I'm letting you know now because with my health I might not make it, but I wanted you to know! I will try and let my love for you warm me while I make the journey to you.

( [Private/Hackable to People Who Can Read] )

[ooc: Cursed so bad and in love with Anne Shirley. Will hate himself tomorrow.]

[The voice is very stuffed up, sniffly, and miserable sounding.]

Well, I've managed to, to... ACHOOO! find a place to live. Apparently anyone can just come in and take an apartment and [sniffles] children are looked after by the government. It all sounds very Socialist to me.

Aahh... ahhhhh... CHOOOOOO!!!

I believe I've caught pneumonia from nearly drowning in the fountain and then being left outside for so long. I'm sure my- ACHOO! cousins are delighted by this. They've had a jolly good time talking on this "network" and ignoring me while I've been forced to fend for myself.

Does anyone know how you make funeral arrangements for yourself here? I'm [sniffle] sure I'll need one soon and can't rely on them to do it. Also, I think I have an ear infection, because I keep hearing this ticking.

Where is this place?! I demand to know at once! Edmund, Lucy, have you kidnapped me again? I shall tell Alberta about this too, you’re all in real trouble when we get home!

Caspian, don’t think you shall be avoiding repercussions either. When we find a British Consulate I will be lodging a disposition. If you really are some sort of monarch then you can expect a less than welcome reception if you ever contact the British Government, you can be sure of that.

Now, can anyone tell me where I can find a British Consulate? I’ve been dragged to the most barbarous places and I’m eager to get home. I was sold as a slave. A slave!

[Private to Self/No Encryption At All/Text]

Have been sent to some other corner of the globe again. I suspect that E., L., and C. are involved. Harold and Alberta shall have words for them when this is all over. The city has the most ghastly display of architecture. Probably American. People are dressed in the most ridiculous costumes as well and no one acts like they’re not complete fools marching around like that. Beastly place. I hope at least I have escaped the presence of that horrid mouse.

[ooc: Eustace thinks that the private section is written in his own personal journal, but it's on his network device. He's by the fountain, freezing and soaking wet so action if you want, voice for all others.]