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[impure_tale]

And it appears that we have reached that time of the month again; every universe in the world hits its menstrual cycle, and we get whatever drips off. Not that I've been the most coherent for the last few weeks, but I do believe I missed welcoming many of the current denizens that arrived then. I'm to understand that the Master has graced us with his presence again, is that not so? 

Oh. And the silly whore that lost the Abbe. How quaint.

(ooc: Update on the Marquis -- still crazy, but only in the privacy of his own room, which is still trashed. When he emerges to bring Renate on walks or attend meals he is quiet and approaches no one. He does leer a lot, though. Fairly warned that his troll tendencies are in high season lately.)

Comments

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

There are very few things I would deny you, my treasure.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

I've been here over a year and my private posts have never been restored.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Make friends that I can assume you will not abuse the privilege and we will talk.

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[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Fine. Witchita's back. I can talk to her. She's a warden. Angelica, as well.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Done.

Private

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

For just them?

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Just them.

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[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Appreciated.

Private - Iago may feel free to notice Kirk's message in this entry.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

All for you, my treasure.