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Jun 04, 2008 20:28

Even without quill and ink, I am given a means to write. That's the only blessing this place has afforded me thus far ( Read more... )

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vampbratprince June 5 2008, 00:42:19 UTC
And another joins the citizens of the City.

Cursed as well. Such a pity.

Still, I welcome you.

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itsafiction June 5 2008, 00:47:41 UTC
Finally, someone who looks like they've a bit of culture about themselves.

What is all this talk of curses?

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vampbratprince June 5 2008, 00:50:39 UTC
But of course. I have always had a fondness for culture.

Curses...yes. They little "gifts" given to us by the City. The variety of what they are shifts, of course. For example, today things have been censored.

It really is one of the more amusing curses.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lestat de Lioncourt.

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itsafiction June 5 2008, 01:04:22 UTC
(ooc: Censoring -- how effing fitting for the Marquis to come in today XD)

That sounds absolutely absurd, but for now, since no other explanation will present itself, I will take your word for it. Just until I get to the bottom of things.

As for being a Lioncourt -- that's not possible. The last members of the Lioncourt family were whiped out like many of the nobles during the Revolution and the Terror.

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steeldame June 5 2008, 01:02:00 UTC
They label "oranges" to the orange coins in the polychromatic currency of the City. For obvious reasons.

Newcomer, aren't you?

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itsafiction June 5 2008, 01:02:56 UTC
That is correct.

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steeldame June 5 2008, 01:07:29 UTC
I see. You sound like a well-read man, do take a look to this guide to explain this mad place to you.

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itsafiction June 5 2008, 01:09:38 UTC
Thank you. Glancing I see this will be very useful.

But I'm having a good deal of trouble reading with any feeling of credulity. Deities?

I suppose some things never change.

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misterblackbird June 5 2008, 01:02:42 UTC
The ticking should subside if you can find yourself some company. That is, if you're willing to lower yourself to reach it.

[ooc: He thinks you're a snob, Marquis. Beware of snark.]

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itsafiction June 5 2008, 01:03:43 UTC
I'll have you know I am quite fond of company. I simply do not make a habit of approaching strangers when I, myself, am in a new place.

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misterblackbird June 5 2008, 01:08:27 UTC
Then you should find yourself with no difficulties once you've become accustomed to this place. You've no other option.

I believe the chapel in the woods will give shelter to newcomers like yourself, if you've nowhere else to go.

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itsafiction June 5 2008, 01:11:06 UTC
So I'm to troll about like some vagrant, am I?

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captain_hector June 5 2008, 02:00:20 UTC
How... peculiar and unsettling.

... That'll be an aggravation. Most here tends to be so.

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itsafiction June 5 2008, 02:02:24 UTC
I could not have said it better, sir.

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captain_hector June 5 2008, 02:11:46 UTC
I'll have a drink raised to your finding things a might more accommodating, sir. The functioning here takes only a time of getting used to it.

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itsafiction June 5 2008, 02:13:04 UTC
Merci. I am sure I shall adjust.

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fowlprodigy June 5 2008, 02:10:47 UTC
I encountered a similar problem myself when I arrived. After all, the currency here is foreign to many.

However, it is easy to adjust to.

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itsafiction June 5 2008, 02:11:14 UTC
I shall take your word for it. And thank you.

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fowlprodigy June 5 2008, 02:13:39 UTC
Taking my word for it is the best option available to you right now, sir.

Still, my condolences for your arrival. The City is not the kindest of places to be deposited.

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