eight and yes this is his return from hiatus oh lordie.

[quiteknavish]

Samhain, sirs and madams. That is all I wish to say, to remove great ends of endless monologue from your lovely journals!

[Private to Loki]
I seem to have an itch I simply cannot scratch, and it may be in your field of expertise. Mischief, Mr. God of. On a scale so befitting true amusement!

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[quiteknavish]

I can never stay away for long enough, Colonel? Charmed!

You have something against the holiday? Or is it beyond your time? Oh, but if I did not spare you, then everyone else wouldn't be spared either. They'd have this block of my prose just using up their space, and not even in a proper entry!

[quiteknavish]

All of the exciting moments happening when I'm apparently not aboard the lovely vessel, how disappointing. What was this last? I await the next on the edge of my seat, to be sure.

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Of course you would come up with the boring answer, of all the possibilities. You, dear Colonel, never change this.

[quiteknavish]

Books, bodies, and quiet, how interesting indeed. I'm terribly sorry I missed the bodies incident, as that may have provided a good chuckle. Alas!

Oh please, Colonel. It's not a religion, though at certain points we were, perhaps, the focus of a few! You're at no risk of that very human tyranny, rest easy.

[quiteknavish]

[Puck... Is backsliding and doesn't really care. So he just draws a complex little flower as response. Sorry, Sexby!]