Krile Mayer Baldesion

[pause of a minute or so.]

Whoops, sorry. I didn't know my journal was sitting there.

This probably means we're going to have monsters under our beds this weekend too. Be careful, everyone. I think getting a flashlight would be a good idea for anyone that doesn't have magic and who doesn't want to sleep with a weapon close to hand. The one I found seemed to hate the light as much as the spell I hit him with.

And if the light itself doesn't work, you can always wallop them with the flashlight. It should still make them think twice.

I wish they weren't in our houses. Those are supposed to be safe from monsters. [some pentaps go at the end of this sentence and then she crosses it out.]

[ooc: The monster under Krile's bed? A nine-foot centipede thing. Fortunately not the actual specimen.

Housemates, feel free to have heard, smelled, and/or seen a small lightning strike in Krile's room in the wee hours of the morning.]

[there's some water-and-ink pawprints running across the page.]

Sorry about that.

Man, I can't keep track of this guy. He keeps going all over the house and poking into everything! I don't think he's going to stop anytime soon either.

Huh.

I know I've worn something like this before. Or... I'm pretty sure anyway.

Did anyone else's clothes turn into something odd?