[Guess who is not enjoying their Halloween preparations as dictated by the castle? He's been rather avoiding people because of it, not because he's ashamed of the new, rather ugly look he's got on, but rather because this makes it really hard to a) actually write anything because of his claws, and b) hard to interact with people without them screaming their heads off.]
[So, he'll open the journal, and one can tel right off that something's changed- his voice is significantly much deeper than it usually is.]
Okay, this is...this isn't funny anymore. If this is the castle's way of making me involuntarily join in on the stupid Halloween festivities, then I'm sorry to say that's the last
thing I want to do at the moment.
[There's the sudden sound of glass crashing to the floor and one can hear Tesla snarl like an animal.]
DAMN these claws![And then he lets out a huff.]
Yeah, so...anyways. If you see what looks to be a good-to-honest vampire going around, please don't go and stake it in the heart or do any of that silly stuff which supposedly you think does wonders against those things. Getting staked is annoying and ruins a perfectly good suit, the smell of garlic just wants to make me sneeze, and no, crosses don't make me want to run off to the coffin I don't have.
Halloween time is not "time to destroy the vampire in our midst" time. Besides, you couldn't even kill me if you tried. Understand?
[And then a slight hiss, as he mumbles:]
Hey, at least the castle didn't make me go and sparkle. I think I would throw myself out a window if that happened...[ooc: Nikola Tesla's stuck in his vampire form until Halloween due to his new loss! Feel free to run into him if you want, he'll be walking all over the place, trying to avoid people.]