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... )

I am fine.

I am here.

[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.

(ooc: As established in this thread, the Marquis met the Abbe again Friday afternoon, and then promptly had a heart attack. The thread is not yet concluded but will be in the next day, but the end result will be that he doesn't survive. So this entry is being written from the infirmary, tonight, while he's getting over the death toll.)

One year. ( Read more... )

Since we had no choice in reliving that flood, I suppose it could have been worse. I might suggest that it would have been more entertaining if our derelict Time Lord had been about, but then I would have to admit that I actually miss the little hemorrhoid. At least we each got a gift out of it ( Read more... )

A very intelligent young man said to me one day that the mark of an amateur is that one has written more than they have read. I'm taking slow steps in my 'recovery', and having a few books to read might be just what I need.

So -- to anyone willing to respond: What are your favorites, why, what are they about, and are they in the library?

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I did not expect gifts. Once I have time to sit down to write a few letters I'll be certain to disburse proper thanks, but truly -- I am moved. Captain Adams, I haven't had this vintage since I was twenty-five! Giselle, dearheart, you know me entirely too well. Monsieur Q -- merci ( Read more... )

Thank you, Admiral, for the new clothing and the redressing of my chambers. Stone walls and floors are not the best of confines when it is so cold.

[Private to Vida Bohemme]

Madame, have you found anything yet?

My darlings, it has been entirely too quiet here.

[Private to Rayne]

You need to speak to Giselle.

Right now.

My readers, I am afflicted. Not by any present flooding, not by violent protest, not even by a nannying Warden. No, my tormentor is something a good deal more wicked.

Writers block, my lovelies. What am I to do?