Open RP. Bother my duck.

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((Sorry I disappeared. Birthday on Saturday, piles of university forms on Sunday, got a bit lost.))

Duckula was tired. An unusual phenomenon for a vampire, admittedly, but he was tired. It was getting dark and he wasn't sure if he wanted a midnight snack, or if he wanted to get some sleep. Either way, he didn't know where to go for them. The mouse-cousin-something had told him New Orleans Square, so despite being sure he'd asked his castle to go to California, not Louisiana, he found a map and made his way there.

Problem was, once he was there, he didn't have a clue where to go. There was a large house which made him feel significantly more at home, but to be honest, it was his original intention to get away from home. At least it was sunny here. He just wished Nanny and Igor were here, along with his castle. What he'd give right now to see a friendly and familiar face, rather than all these definately 3-D people and a mouse he didn't know.

With this, Duckula gave up on his wander through his new home and kicked the dirt, hoping someone would turn up and tell him where he could get food and where he was actually allowed to sleep. Skaffen had said something about a Ms Sneddon, but where was her restaurant? He was lost, he was sure of it.

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