To my beloved readers ( Read more... )

The Doctor and his Inmate. Where are they?

[ooc: The Marquis? Told Coyo in plain sight that he was going to shoot her when this was over. And now that he knows the Doctor gave her the power to bring people here? He...has no qualms with shooting him too :| People are INVITED to stop him before he demotes himself.]

My sweet fellow denizens, I have been entirely too moody of late -- sufficient enough to make an old pervert quite nostalgic. Enough so that recording my exploits in these new standard journals has become especially distasteful to me. There's a certain element of the art that is lost -- the succulent red of the ink, every sharp tip or gentle curve ( Read more... )

Iago, you're under curfew until further notice. If you are not at work or attending meals, you're not leaving your room. You may ask if you require the lavatory.

And on that note, Admiral, I want a key that locks his door from the outside.

Likewise, any supervisors who are short on workers, please inform me.

(ooc: The Marquis stewed for a full hour ( Read more... )

Short and unpleasant. I suppose that when the Admiral gives us ports that turn out to be completely unsalvageable, that's the best he can offer us.

Not pointless -- you might have noted I did not use that word. If anything, my brief sojourn into the mad wilderness yielded some experiences that were most illuminating. Even on top of knowing what it ( Read more... )

Someone come take this yapping monstrosity from my chambers before I do something I will regret later, and don't let me look at her for another few days.

Theatre Troupe: Double rehearsals tonight. After the first hour expect to rehearse without your copies in hand. Your collective inability to grasp such a simplistic text is nothing short of ( Read more... )

Dear Reader ( Read more... )

Unchallengeable nature ( Read more... )

[What follows is a page of scribblings, all things he half-remembers from his manuscripts which were burned, filling the page and even drawing on the margins. Some are scribbled so quickly and with such heavy ink they are not readable -- Note the entry title is odd. He's starting to write a little bit more like he did when at his worst in Charenton ( Read more... )

(OOC: It's Midnight Where I live!)

I propose a conundrum, dear readers -- a discussion, perhaps, to reflect not upon this most recent of floods, but rather the charnel house many of you freshly returned from in the last port.

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