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[impure_tale]

It might serve to surprise some of you that I did not, in fact, write this most recent distribution, and those of you that have been keeping track ought to be ashamed; you should find my style distinctive by now. Know also that I have never written myself into a story, and that should have been your first indication. The second would be that despite my use of real people at times, I always change their names.

EDIT (after seeing Snape's entry): And honestly! I tell someone to grow thicker skin after a much tamer story, and everyone shakes their heads and scolds. It's because I'm French, isn't it?

Rehearsals are canceled tonight; I'm in need of some rest.

[Private to Abbe de Coulmier]

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

[Private to Angel]

Monsieur, we must have a chat.

[Private to Henry West]

Sparrow, we really must stop waiting for one of us to wind up in the infirmary before we find time to visit with one another. Would you like to go walking?

[Private to Pavi]

How are you feeling?

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[A fleeting look of something -- possibly regret -- passes his face.] Is it bad that part of me wishes it was still Romana, though?

[major-west.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head] No. She was... [He hesitates. He didn't know her well, really] a good woman. And you were paired with her for a while. The first warden, I suppose, makes the strongest impact. Just look at those who've been paired six or seven times; it hardly seems to matter to them anymore.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I feel like she was one of the very few that tried. But I could be wrong. [He stops at the railing to look out over it.] I know I wasn't always -- reasonable. And I know I clung to her. I don't think she cared so much -- not to say that she felt nothing. Just that she's not so involved as some.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, but her, ah... species doesn't seem to get terribly involved. Just look at the other representatives of it; you got the best of the lot.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[He laughs a little.] That's probably true. [Not wanting to linger on that too long, he chooses to change the subject.] How are Billy and the weasel?

[major-west.livejournal.com]

They're well. We've finally settled into a routine for the weasel, so she no longer feels so... burdensome.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

No further escapes, I trust. [He continues walking.]

[major-west.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head] No, not lately. I hope it will stay that way. [A pause] I still would have preferred a dog, however. Anyway... I have no complaints, really. How's... [He doesn't know what to call whatever the Marquis is doing with the strange, disfigured man] How are things... for you?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[He suspects he was going to ask about Pavi, but knowing West's opinion of him he decides to approach the question more broadly.] My Inmate is a pain in the ass, and possibly un-reformable -- I don't know how one rehabilitates a person who acts on whim rather than habit, but I am doing my best. The Abbe is publishing poor lurid texts, the likes of which would have turned his stomach when I knew him. My current male lead cannot act his way out of a paper bag. And my current -- consort -- is being more difficult and needy than usual. All in all, it could be worse.