Captain's Log: Entry 10:

Tuesday 12th January 2016:

Okay, I'm better now...Well...I'm better enough to venture out the confines of my room and actually eat something.

So, I did my mourning yesterday so today I paid tribute to the greatness of David Bowie by...Well...by cosplaying him I suppose...

I started with my hair; I lengthened it slightly then dyed it the orange-y-red colour that he had in the early 70s. I back-combed it to make it fluffy and then moved on to my face. I used a drop of belladonna from my potions kit to dilute the pupil in my left eye like his was. I then put a thin line of eye-liner on my top eyelid. That was the face done.

My wardrobe was slightly harder, I had very little choice on what I could wear so in the end I settled for black stiletto boots (don't ask), black skinny jeans and a kimono-style shirt that Japan had bought me for Christmas. I re-acquainted myself with the art of walking in heels then went down for breakfast.

I walked in the dining room as usual but as I came in a sort of stunned silence came over the room...Well that is until Paddy wolf-whistled, cheeky sod.

I played along and blew him a kiss as I sat down opposite him next to Francis and Gilbert.

Gilbert recovered first.

"You know, when you're dressed like that you look more like a girl than China," he said. I nearly spit out my tea.

I laughed, "That's kind of the point, androgynous sexuality," I said before taking a bite of toast.

What I didn't expect was for France to pull me into his lap, "Well, you're certainly sexual~" he purred. PURRED! Right in my ear!

I felt it well within my rights to stick my stiletto in his foot.

"Sacre Bleu!" he shouted, letting go of me. I slid back into my own seat to a round of applause from Paddy.

"Thank you, thank you."

"What did you even do?" asked Gilbert.

"Stiletto in the foot," I replied. He winced. I smiled and continued to eat, stealing some of Gil's ham to feed to Crumpet who appeared after a minute.

After finishing breakfast I headed to my room to check on the potion, as I did so I got a call from Lucifer.

"Hello, master," I said as I answered. Lucifer insisted every demon call him master, it was a pain but less so than if you didn't.

"Ah, Mullin, my faithful servant. I am in need of your services."

'Well duh why else would you be calling me when you could be messing with people's heads over in America?' I thought"And what services of mine do you require, master?" I asked, trying to keep the sarcastic tone out my voice.

"It seems I've come to a bit of bother with some crazy rabid fangirls..." he said trailing off at the end.

I sighed, "Not again...Why do you still not listen to me when I tell you to nullify that ritual?!" I said, exasperated with him beyond belief.

"Because a master does not listen to a servant! Especially a servant of a servant! Now get your butt here now!" he said and hung up. I sighed and then blinked to the location that he neglected to tell me but that I knew from the tracking charm I had placed on him the first time this happened.

After rescuing Lucifer I blinked back to the room and relaxed, putting my music on for the period until dinner.