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[impure_tale]

If my Inmate is where I think he is, there is going to be Hell to pay.

[Private to Pavi Largo]

Imagine my surprise, pet, upon looking into that chest of mine to be certain I was cleared of all mirrors, only to find that that statuette was missing, and nothing else.

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Private - busted :c

[themostdashing.livejournal.com]

I.

Ah.

I am sorry. I did not quite mean to take it.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Paviche, how old do you think I am?

Private

[themostdashing.livejournal.com]

...

I will return it to you after I am released.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Am I right in suspecting this is what's causing all of this?

Private

[themostdashing.livejournal.com]

I...solved the puzzle. On Thursday. But it is only as you said - a silly story, no?

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Before I would have thought so.

Is it in your room?

And while you're at it you can tell me what the Hell you're doing awaiting "release".

Private

[themostdashing.livejournal.com]

Si, it is.

...

I found my sister being attacked. I defended her. Somebody died. Now I am in Zero. This is all.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

That had better be all.

I am going to get the puzzle.

Private

[themostdashing.livejournal.com]

There is a hollow compartment under the liquor cabinet. This is where I have put it.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Merci.

[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

Begging your pardon for overstepping any boundaries, but my husband and myself threw your inmate in zero.

If there is Hell to pay, I will be more than happy to answer for it.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

No, Madame, you and your husband acted rightly.

If you would, however, please enlighten me as to what, exactly, happened.

Private to the Marquis

[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

I can only relate what I have seen myself. I expect you will wish to speak to other parties involved after.

Here is what I know for certain, sir. Sexby and myself had been patrolling the corridors when we came across a woman who was very horribly injured, just barely holding herself upright and wandering. I expect she was attempting to carry herself to the Infirmary. In her dreadful state she managed to tell us two points - the first that her name was T'Pol, and the second naming your inmate as her attacker.

After bringing her to the Infirmary, my husband and myself immediately went to comb the levels of the Barge for Iago. When we came across him we asked for his cooperation, but naturally a struggle ensued, and I am sorry to say that there was some violence from all parties. He is in Zero now, and my husband has seen that someone from the Infirmary will pay a visit to him.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Belay that. If he has no life-threatening injuries, then he can stew in them for a while.

Re: Private

[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

Not life-threatening, aye sir. A bruised stomach to match my own and a bump to the head, nothing more. Aside from a headache in the morrow, that is.

I will tell Sexby.