I come to you now to say farewell - I hope you did not expect me to leave quietly! I ask only for your attention, for this is the last time you shall hear my voice, and my last opportunity to speak so freely before I am once more silenced ( Read more... )

For those curious few, the man seen dressed in finery and sharing a face with the recently-departed Malcolm Tucker was, in fact, the unfortunate Charles Stuart. I apologise if he took a tone with any of you. He was, after all, a tyrant ( Read more... )

There was a time when I thought I would leave England for the New World. Twice, in point of fact. My second husband, God rest his soul, would speak so highly of Massachusetts and those who chose to uproot themselves to begin again. I know for certain he would have left had he lived to see the end of the war. Perhaps the New World would have treated ( Read more... )

[A small figure, draped wholly in black, appears on the top deck. They stand entirely still for a moment or two, then quickly begins to disrobe, throwing said black clothing into a pile at their feet ( Read more... )

[Filtered to Angelica's respected colleagues and friends*]

In a week hence, perhaps less, I will be leaving the Barge.

Since I am able and most usually are not, I am taking the time to settle what business I have here and saying my farewells.

Forgive me if the message sounds brusque. I knew not how else to inform you all.

( Separate messages to Judas, Akio, Martha, and Una )

[Since her return to the Barge, Angelica's just been hanging out with her husband's corpse in a far-off corner of the infirmary. She's probably just a bit icky, but the dead guy smell sort of masks everything ( Read more... )

( A letter left for Sexby )

( Private scribbles. )