I doubt very much that I am in New Orleans anymore.
"Aah, brilliant observation, Louis, Really!"
But it worries me. I do not think it possible that I was moved while asleep. If that had been the case I'm quite sure I would have the culprit locked in my grasp. Unless that is, this is one of Lestat's grand pranks, which is entirely plausible. Rather like the time I awoke to find every book in our home stacked around me on my bed...
Hn.
If that were the case, however, I feel he would have returned to me by now. I've been wandering this ship for hours and there is no trace of him. I cannot hear him in the thoughts of those around me and that worries me. Even more so, the strange creatures that seem to be on board. What is this place?
I don't like this, not at all.
Though, I do have to say the room I have been provided with is rather nice.
Perhaps I will wander more to see if I can't figure out what is going on. And if this is some kind of joke...When I find you, Monsieur le Brat, you are dead meat as they say.
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