To my beloved readers ( Read more... )

Honestly, this is why I so loathe these infirmary visits. You strap me to a bed (so much wasted potential, there) and I miss everything interesting.

And so few visitors! The lot of you wish me to die of ennui, is that so?

[Private to Infirmary Staff]In all seriousness we really must discuss the matter of my release. Am I going to require ( Read more... )

There is no intended disrespect to any persons that were affected by the flood. I'm quite certain it must have been horrid for you, but I can understand why I was not troubled. Really, if any of you were to publish torrid stories about me I would assume you were propositioning me. I'd relish the attention.

[Private to Iago]

I believe whether you ( Read more... )

That gormless, heartless self-righteous cunt!

How dare she?

How dare she?

(ooc: The Marquis' mother-in-law burnt the written manuscript for his barge book. Which was finished, but not completely transcribed. Awuu D:)

[On the screen appears a severe woman, with an authoritative air and a commanding voice. In the background the light sounds of a dog whining can be heard.I need not have set foot in this room before to know it is the den of a creature I have known too well in my lifetime. Such fascinating devices strewn about with all this degeneracy and madness. ( Read more... )

[low muttering can be heard as he collects himself before the camera, making certain he has activated it properly]

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[He sobers as he looks down at the journal, deciding there can't be much left for him to do. When he speaks from there, it's quite naturally. Most who are unaffected would recognize the voice before the face, as the ( Read more... )

[There is a small child on the screen, being favored by kisses from Renate, who is large enough that he could ride her if he were so inclined. Those that know the Marquis' cabin from either videos or visiting will recognize that this is, indeed, filmed in his quarters. But this child, with a head of massive blonde curls and a cherubic air of ( Read more... )

This month seems to be attempting to form some irritating traditions around us. I believe that might be the third flood I've encountered with those effects. One would think they might be more eventful. Better that they're not, but self-control is a virtue so rarely praised on this ship ( Read more... )

[Carnival Filter]

Something you always find in little townships? Secrets. So. Many secrets. The denizens of this fair carnival may be no different in amount, but we do not claim perfection, do we?

I require a strong arm and a pair of eyes while I venture in to town today.

[The Marquis is looking and sounding much better today. In fact, he looks a lot like his old old self. Largely because he's had it.]

My fellow denizens, this may be a flood, but it could not have come sooner. I tire of all the seriousness about in this place, and propose a full reversal.

I will be restocking my stores -- with donations from the pub ( Read more... )