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:)

[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... )

It was an admirable attempt if not somewhat over-exaggerated in scope. Leave the wild schemes to the fictional villains; in the real world, almost no one laughs when they're feeling evil.

Now, I'm sure at least some of the people here have done it but has anyone else paused to consider why this might have happened? Now, I am certain that many ( Read more... )

[Private to Iago]

We will talk, and we will talk civilly. Is that understood?

[Public]

At long last, my lovelies, a new chapter. My book on my early life, and eventual arrival here, finally continues. I invite those that have read the first and the second chapters to grant me their critiques and questions. A much longer sampling, but this part of the ( Read more... )

My darlings, have I missed any announcement by the Admiral that there might be some festivities as this month draws to a close? I am not mistaken in thinking we feast every year, or have since I have come here. There is some occasion for the costumes purchased in port, oui? If none have been announced I propose we organize it ourselves. The ship ( Read more... )

It might serve to surprise some of you that I did not, in fact, write this most recent distribution, and those of you that have been keeping track ought to be ashamed; you should find my style distinctive by now. Know also that I have never written myself into a story, and that should have been your first indication. The second would be that ( Read more... )

A republication, my dearest readers, but I've managed to conceal it from those that are not curious enough to look. I pulled the only copy of 'Dialogue Between a Priest and a Dying Man' from the library that was written in English. The translation was so poorly done, that I found I should do one myself. It has been revised for clarity. Originally ( Read more... )

(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... )

It was only a story, dumplings.

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?