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NightJournal
At the NachtZirkus, we keep a journal of
events of note and those of less importance. It is written in a tatty,
leather tome that Severin keeps in his desk drawer. You are welcome,
dear visitor, to browse this journal and appraise yourself of our recent
activities. We can't promise it will all be truthful, but we will
do our best to make it entertaining.
18th January 2009
We are having monumental problems getting Palladino over to join us. He
went back to Venice a while ago to work on some piece of alchemical
nonsense and we haven’t seen him since. Of course, Severin is on
the ‘phone to lover-boy most nights and I think he must have had a
huge hissy fit because I could hear Severin being all conciliatory. He
should just tell him to get a grip. Or get a life. Some people are
just stuck so far up their own arses that they can’t smell anything
else. At the moment, he is fussing about how to relocate his
laboratory. We have told him that we can set it up in the perfect room
for him; facing East, soundproofed, fireproofed and painted black, puce
or magnolia. We could even put the bloody thing on a ley line if he
wants. But, no. We are still getting endless lists of details that
have to be just right before he will put one single alembic on the
plane.
Madam Mau Mau has been wandering around muttering unintelligible things
like “Bloody Dollshe mantis body!” and “Maybe it will be possible to
hybridise!”. God knows what that is all about, but it seems that
getting Palladino into the troupe hinges on it. She says that we should
know in the next two or three months whether it will be possible. In
the meantime, Severin is without his mopey little boyfriend and the
circus is without its conjuror.
And
Goatboy has been looking a little peaky lately. No idea why. He has
certainly had enough opportunity to feed since Horse arrived. I can
always be depended on to produce LOTS of psychic energy when Horse is
around. However, he has just been sitting about looking miserable.
It’s not like him. Madam Mau Mau will be taking him out to one of her
meets. I think she hopes that the energy pumped out at these events
will perk him up. I hope so. I can’t stand looking at that long, white
streak of misery a moment longer.
Demian
23rd January 2009
Lilu isn’t feeding. He has been lacklustre for while but it seem to be
becoming worse. He so enjoys the thrill of the crowd and habitually
finishes the evening looking flushed and happy. However, at last
night’s performance, he merely walked through the stunts. He did what
was required of him, but showed no real enjoyment in it. By the end of
the performance, he looked tired and grey.
On our return to the house, I encouraged Demian to give Lilu a tummy
rub. This is something that both appear to enjoy and that has
relatively predictable results. However, although it was clear that
Demian wished to continue, Lilu merely rolled over and returned to his
colouring book.
I am baffled. Never before have I been so frustrated by Lilu’s lack of
speech. What is happening to him?
Madeleine has been showing understandable concern. She is a perceptive
and compassionate girl. However, until I know more about what is
happening, there is no reason to worry the child.
I had a difficult telephone call with Palladino last week. Heaven knows
I love him with all my heart, but why can he not let some of the details
take care of themselves? Hopefully we can arrange the move to his
satisfaction and we will be reunited.
I confess that I am feeling rather at sea. I am sure there is a way in
which to resolve these issues. I just cannot see how, at present.
Severin de SG
12th February 2009
Excuse the writing but my one good pen has
gone missing. I know who has it, but trying to get Bosch to admit to
anything is like trying to tell my Dad to keep it in his pants. It just
ain’t gonna happen.
Things are a bit hairy round here at the
mo’. Lilu is starting to look really unwell. And I mean
REALLY. He’s always looked a bit pasty, but now he seems to be almost completely
white. And he looks so sad. At Christmas, he was such a happy little
bunny. He was flapping around the drawing room messing up the decorations.
Now he just sits in the corner, watching TV. He has NEVER watched TV
before, not even Discovery Channel. And now, that’s all he does.
Uncle Severin is putting a brave face on
it. He always does. But I think it's really getting to him. He won’t
talk to me about it, like I’m some kind of baby who wouldn’t understand,
but I’ve heard him talking to Palladino on the ‘phone. He doesn’t know
what to do and that’s not like him I tell you. Uncle Severin ALWAYS
knows what to do. But not this time.
And Dad isn’t helping AT ALL. Since Horse
arrived, we hardly see him. They both disappear after the show to do
heaven knows what. No, I know what. I just don’t want to think about
it. But if he could just peal himself off Horse for five minutes, he
could see how stressed Uncle Severin is getting and do something about
it. I’m surprised Horse hasn’t said anything. He seems like a really
together guy. However, I guess if you have my Dad slobbering all over
you 24/7 it doesn’t give you much time to do anything else. I’m gonna
have to have strong words with him, daughter to father and as soon as
possible.
Madeleine
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