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[impure_tale]

Thirty days. I have decided to impose an opening night for our little play, which seems to go at the same pace when it comes to preparation, and whether the lot of you are prepared or not, the event will be staged then. I can't abide any further delays on account of disappearances or laziness. Once it is finished we'll all have one less task at hand, now won't we? 

Also, to anyone who has seen a black dog, likely with a leash attached, please bring her to me. She got away from me up on deck.

[Filtered to Infirmary Staff]

I've gone and slipped up on deck. Now I've made it back to my room well enough, but I'm thinking I should probably come in to be certain I haven't seriously injured myself. Will someone be on hand? 

[Private to Iago]

How are you feeling? 

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Generally her training has come along well. [He was grateful for the distraction and his tone turned conversational.] I don't know what grabbed her attention today, but I was not paying attention when she decided to start running.

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[toldastory]

I'm glad. I bet it was something shiny or a stray whistle up on deck to make her take off so. [The bleeping continued as she moved lower and traced the scanner over his ankle as well.] If you'd like, I can take her out and go for a run with her or something. I kinda miss her. [Martha grinned again before she took a step back.] Doesn't look like anything's broken. Some bruises. I can give you a minor pain killer to help. And ice.