For lastvoyages : Journal Entry 3

[feels_no_love]

In Romanian:

This place really is Hell.

In English:

Mr. Armand:

I have done as you asked and ventured from my cabin.

I strongly suggest that you never ask such a thing of me again.

In addition, our meeting in person will have to wait.  Due to the outcome of this experiment, I am not safe to keep company with.

D------

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[young_idealist]

[probably early Sunday morning, before dawn if it helps]

Count Dracula, you can call me simply Armand or... if you must be formal, my family name is St. Just. But you are from a higher social status than I. I'm used to being simple Armand. [He really seems very embarrassed, and perhaps a little sunburned.]

I'm sorry your excursion didn't go well. Are there any ruffled feathers to be soothed elsewhere?

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[feels_no_love]

[The room is dark, and a faint, manic chuckle and mumbling in Romanian come from one corner of the room before Dracula notices the communicator is on.]

Eh? ...oh.

[Dracula moves to his seat at the desk, his face a white oval in the semidark. He has even covered his window with a towel so the Port's sunlight cannot stream in.]

Hello Armand. How goes it with you?

Ruffled feathers? Only mine. The blonde hunter harassed me again, this time in person, and nearly drew me into a fight. It took the last of my resolve to walk away.

But I suppose nobody particularly cares if I am antagonized by another. I am the villain of the piece, after all. [Another manic laugh]. The infidel to be converted....

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[young_idealist]

[Armand studies Dracula's face, though with someone he doesn't know well, it's hard to see signs of emotion.]

I'm so very sorry. Blonde hunter. [His eyes unfocused and he looked aside trying to figure out who that was.] Mademoiselle Summers. [He swallows, a little upset about the situation.] She can't lay a hand on you unless you break the rules. Remember that.

[He looks around at where he's sitting.] I suppose you realize that I cannot get back until the Admiral decides we're done here. Monsieur Gi is an amiable and capable companion. We didn't go to sleep hungry.

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[feels_no_love]

And I'm telling you that she tried to bait me into breaking the rules so that she could do me violence without consequence. Pray clean out your ears. [One clawed hand balled into a fist.] She knew exactly what she was doing. She followed me when I tried to get away from her, she spewed insults, she would not hear of leaving me alone, and at the very end her ego truly blossomed and she tried to order me away after I shouted at her to leave me be.

Her harassments will continue until I snap. That, I can count on. Just as I can count on her not being punished or discouraged from any of this. This place's precious double standard, which she will take full advantage of, will reign supreme over justice or reason. [His voice had dropped to a poisonous hiss from all the bitterness.]

[He shrugged.] It matters not regarding your proximity, though it is good to see you well. I will not be taking visitors regardless of who they are. I am not safe company.

You can thank Mademoiselle Summers for that.