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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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You sound particularly irritable today.

Some might say I look that way too.

Well, is there anything that can change that? I may begin to pity your actors, otherwise.

She lost him, Henry! That lazy, incompetent whore LOST HIM.

You mean... How could she lose him? I thought Wardens received some sort of notification...

Was it the port?

Well apparently the little dunce did not even think to check until I asked why his door was gone.

I have no idea.

Well, that certainly reveals how invested she was.

I think you need to clear your head. Or muddle it up. A walk in the CES or a bottle of very strong liquor would do the trick, depending on which you'd prefer.

What I need has also disappeared from this damnable ship.

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...

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

Come walking with me. I would relish the company.

Absolutely.

Merci, sparrow.

[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.]

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

[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.

[West offers him a tight smile, trying to look reassuring, although he feels a bit at a loss right now]

Think nothing of it. I don't know how I would be, in your situation... [He claps him on the shoulder, in an awkward attempt at offering comfort] Anyway. Where to?

I am wondering if the CES won't be a little warmer and less treacherous than the deck. [He tilts his head to look at him.] Shall we see?

Perhaps, if we get lucky, we'll find it's become a tropical island. Or, more likely, a snow storm. [Still, he nods] Let's find out.

[They make their way up to the main deck. The Marquis, unaccustomed to walking in snow, takes a slower pace once there, slipping once or twice but never losing his footing.] I hope the Admiral decides against winter next year.

[He looks up at the 'sky'] I enjoy it, actually. The change... it's a welcome break from the same old controlled environment. It makes everything feel a bit more... real.

I'm all for a change. I could just do without the ice. [At least it breaks from the general awkward conversation, more because the Marquis is more determined to get to the entrance of the CES without making a fool of himself on top of everything else. When they do come to it, he braces a hand against the wall and takes a moment to collect himself.]

[He looks at the Marquis curiously] Are you alright?

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And BAM. Explosion.

Re: And BAM. Explosion.

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After some minutes to compose himself.

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