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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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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Indeed, I am. [A smile] I suppose my reputation precedes me.

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[so-meretricious.livejournal.com]

In fact, it does. A situation I entirely sympathise with, I assure you. I have the unfair advantage of having been born over a century after yourself.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

There are few that do not.

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[so-meretricious.livejournal.com]

Indeed, and I should thank you for your assistance in this matter. I recently found myself...incapacitated.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I take it that your Inmate was unaffected by the flood.

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[so-meretricious.livejournal.com]

He was, save for a light trailing of disembodied music in his presence. I would hope that you also kept your good health over the past few days.