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twenty-ninth twist of the coil
[There seems to be annoyed muttering over the journal:]
Honestly, the one time I really need to drink, it's been stolen right under my nose...
[No, really, this is the worst timing. You see, wine isn't just any regular alcoholic beverage to Nikola Tesla. It's his guilty pleasure, the thing he turns to when everything goes wrong. And now, having to deal with remembering the nightmares he's went through without its help is really incredibly frustrating. And he knows he can just wish for the things, but some of those bottles had been gifts, and he's not going to trust the wishing system too much after what had happened a few months ago.]
[He clears his throat, finally raising his voice so that the journal can pick it up without trouble.]
Yeah, so, I'm sure you all know the alcohol is gone in the castle. Hardly a new fact. And every single bottle that I had stored up over two years in this place has vanished without a trace. Hell, they even took the modified alcohol that can actually get me drunk- I hope that, whoever they are, they're dying somewhere of alcohol poisoning in the utmost agony. They deserve it.
But anyways, I'm not going to complain anymore about that. No, what I want is for people to start giving me the wine I'm sorely missing, preferably as vintage as you get. However, knowing all of you, you won't give up your precious bottles of the stuff so easily, so I'm going to offer a service in return. If you need something invented for you, considering its not too large, not stupid, and not some huge weapon that will tear your enemies apart or something of the like, then I'll make it for you. I'm a genius, after all.
Also, be warned that I don't take these things lightly. You give me the wine first, and if it is as good as you say it is, then I'll do it. Cheat me out of it by giving me the cheap stuff, and good luck finding someone as smart as me to help you out around here.
So...what do you say?
Honestly, the one time I really need to drink, it's been stolen right under my nose...
[No, really, this is the worst timing. You see, wine isn't just any regular alcoholic beverage to Nikola Tesla. It's his guilty pleasure, the thing he turns to when everything goes wrong. And now, having to deal with remembering the nightmares he's went through without its help is really incredibly frustrating. And he knows he can just wish for the things, but some of those bottles had been gifts, and he's not going to trust the wishing system too much after what had happened a few months ago.]
[He clears his throat, finally raising his voice so that the journal can pick it up without trouble.]
Yeah, so, I'm sure you all know the alcohol is gone in the castle. Hardly a new fact. And every single bottle that I had stored up over two years in this place has vanished without a trace. Hell, they even took the modified alcohol that can actually get me drunk- I hope that, whoever they are, they're dying somewhere of alcohol poisoning in the utmost agony. They deserve it.
But anyways, I'm not going to complain anymore about that. No, what I want is for people to start giving me the wine I'm sorely missing, preferably as vintage as you get. However, knowing all of you, you won't give up your precious bottles of the stuff so easily, so I'm going to offer a service in return. If you need something invented for you, considering its not too large, not stupid, and not some huge weapon that will tear your enemies apart or something of the like, then I'll make it for you. I'm a genius, after all.
Also, be warned that I don't take these things lightly. You give me the wine first, and if it is as good as you say it is, then I'll do it. Cheat me out of it by giving me the cheap stuff, and good luck finding someone as smart as me to help you out around here.
So...what do you say?

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Glad to see you're remembering the no evil weapons of doom thing.
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Are you feeling alright?
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[No. No she isn't. Not even a tiny little bit] Fine.
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...If I come over and visit you, the jungle still will be there, won't it.
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Guess I shouldn't be surprised.
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[He's more of a beer person, personally.]
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[Still not sold.]
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You're not going to offer your expertise pertaining to genetic alterations, are you?
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Who do you think I am? That's the last thing I'll do...no this is for inventions. I'm not going to modify genes just because someone asked me to.
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The man who in his future makes young adult vampires via his own inventions. [NOPE haven't forgotten that.] Though if you are actually giving yourself limitations then I do hope your wine is worth it.
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Hey, it's always worth it, the little punks who came in here and stole everything stole some of my most valuable bottles of it, there's no way I can completely replace those. But I have to have something, at least.
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[But, because it's Sam she can't resist.]
The real Nikola Tesla?
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I'll drink if I have to, you can't tell me what to do.
No, Abraham Lincoln. Yes, the real deal, one of a kind, Nikola Tesla.
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I guessed the Lincoln thing was a joke, no beard.
Sorry it's just...I did a thesis paper on you in grad school.
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And yes, I was being rather obviously sarcastic...[And a pause. A thesis paper? Huh. He tries his best not to sound intrigued.]
How well did you do on it? I'm sure you got a lot of facts wrong...everybody does.
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Don't worry about me, Helen, that's being taken care of.
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