THE GREAT, AMAZING BARTIMAEUS

[John Mandrake comes onto the feed looking, well, cool. His hair is done in a much more fashionable style, his clothes are loose and un-tucked and he has an air of knowing just how awesome he is. He is lounging in a room that seems different to the kind he is usually seen in - as Bartimaeus has currently quit Whipstaff. Oh yes, Bartimaeus is currently in residence in his former master's body and also in a very bad mood with said former master.]

I realise that I have been rather the stick-in-the-mud recently... well, always, but I would like to open myself up to you all. I have no way with women, no real social skills to speak of and my feet smell terrible.

No-one is perfect, you see and I am finally coming to understand that also applies to myself.

In short, I, John Mandrake, am a bit of a prat. I just thought you should all know that.

[The gaseous form of Bartimaeus coalesced and formed his most familiar shape - that of the boy, Ptolemy. He looked around his current surroundings, wondering where he was. Nowhere he had yet visited on Earth seemed familiar. This place was so...what was that? Bartimaeus jumped out of the way of a car. It was like no car he'd ever seen before.]

Was that a car? Oh-kay, so I'm somewhere wierd again. Oi, Nat - where are you? This place smells worse than your armpit.

[A look of realization crosses his face]

Nat? [pats his body down]

We...you...did it work? [looks around again] I'm not in England anymore... [looks at the floor and seems to be looking for something, a wide, wide smile spreading across his bronzed features]

No pentacles. Ahh, if Farquarl could see me now. Ha! Bartimaeus always wins, Farquarl!!!

I wonder if the brat is round here somewhere..... [:|] Not that I care.