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[impure_tale]

Someone come take this yapping monstrosity from my chambers before I do something I will regret later, and don't let me look at her for another few days.

Theatre Troupe: Double rehearsals tonight. After the first hour expect to rehearse without your copies in hand. Your collective inability to grasp such a simplistic text is nothing short of astounding, and I'm tired of holding your hands. It's laziness, is what it is, and I'll break you of it.

(ooc: Both Pavi and the Abbe have disappeared. The Marquis is two ticks from having a meltdown of Gene Wilder-esque proportions. Feel free to fan the flames.)

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

What I need has also disappeared from this damnable ship.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Surely you can find somebody for that.

[And then he realizes this means Pavi's ACTUALLY GONE, too]

Oh. I'm sorry. That was distasteful, I didn't realise...

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[major-west.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry... Is there anything I can do?

[gift-enjoyed.livejournal.com]

I thought you were fond of the dog.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Which is why she's alive.

[gift-enjoyed.livejournal.com]

Your mood sounds foul, Marquis. What's bothered you?

What performance are you rehearsing?

[lotoftrouble.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Marquis!

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Just beginning to question my decision to come back here.

And the play is titled A Streetcar Named Desire.

After some minutes to compose himself.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Come walking with me. I would relish the company.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Absolutely.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You say that now.

spam, log, or assume?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Merci, sparrow.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Did I not say that then?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Only if I promised not to include you.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

I rather like stories about myself.

Spam or assume; your choice!

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

[gift-enjoyed.livejournal.com]

And why is that?

I've never heard of it. When will the show be?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You know what manner of stories I write, chaton.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Full of lovely lovely violence? So long as I'm on the giving end and not the receiving, I don't think I'd mind at all.

Spam!

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[The Marquis shut his journal and set his quill aside, pushing his fingers up into his hair and drawing slow breaths inward, eyes closed. His mind swam and his fingers tingled with ebbing rage. He could feel his heart thumping hard in his chest and took a drink from a nearby wine bottle in the hopes of slowing it. The gentle burn that followed dulled the edge, at least, and he stood to put on a coat.]

[Private]

[highcollarevil.livejournal.com]

Because I am sure you'd rather feel sorry for what happened between me and myself, instead of actually understanding what led to this... event. In fact, I am certain that no human would truly be able to comprehend everything that transpired, even if they did try.

No, of course not. But what can I say? My future self -- one that won't come to be, I'll have to make certain of that -- has apparently seen to it that few people here want to anyway.

Spam!

[major-west.livejournal.com]

[Since he lives so close to the Marquis, West is there within a few minutes and knocking on the door]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

No set date. And we've a library.

Spam!

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[The Marquis shopped while in New York. The few modern suits he had, and normal clothes as well, and he had so very little for Winter weather. This has been clearly rectified, as he emerges dressed for the weather, looking tired and harried, but little of the anger he displayed in writing before remains.]

Thank you for this, Henri.