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[impure_tale]

A lovely holiday, my dears. Perhaps some slight setbacks, but I am most satisfied to have enjoyed beautiful gifts and the joy of giving to others, even those with whom I've been at odds in the past.

Now now back to writing.

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I...confiscated what appears to be a riding crop from one of the newer Inmates earlier today. It struck me that it was the sort of thing he probably should not have had, and considering he did not bother to claim it was his own, I feel I was not out of line in doing so. Might I ask who this belongs to? 

It seems well-used.

[Private to Iago]

Speak to me, my treasure. I've heard barely a word out of you since before Christmas.

(ooc: The Marquis got the riding crop off of Reaver, which was stolen from Holmes. That encounter may be drabbled later.)

Comments

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[notarabiddog.livejournal.com]

I was thinking more along the lines of self flagellation.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

He doesn't strike me as the sort. Now, I cannot speak for the previous owner...

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[notarabiddog.livejournal.com]

Whatever a man chooses to do to himself behind closed doors is his own business.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Quite right.

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[notarabiddog.livejournal.com]

Regardless...

It is a weapon and good that it is not in the hands of an inmate. I hope a speedy return to its owner.