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And it appears that we have reached that time of the month again; every universe in the world hits its menstrual cycle, and we get whatever drips off. Not that I've been the most coherent for the last few weeks, but I do believe I missed welcoming many of the current denizens that arrived then. I'm to understand that the Master has graced us with his presence again, is that not so? 

Oh. And the silly whore that lost the Abbe. How quaint.

(ooc: Update on the Marquis -- still crazy, but only in the privacy of his own room, which is still trashed. When he emerges to bring Renate on walks or attend meals he is quiet and approaches no one. He does leer a lot, though. Fairly warned that his troll tendencies are in high season lately.)