162 [Video]

[impure_tale]

[On the screen appears a severe woman, with an authoritative air and a commanding voice. In the background the light sounds of a dog whining can be heard.]

I need not have set foot in this room before to know it is the den of a creature I have known too well in my lifetime. Such fascinating devices strewn about with all this degeneracy and madness. This place is neither Heaven nor Hell, and the Marquis de Sade has no right to the former and no recourse but the latter. That is a matter that shall be rectified shortly.

You may know me as Mme de Montreuil. My daughter with regret was and still is the Marquise Renee Pelagie de Sade. I bear lettre-de-cachet, an ordinance written by the hand of the King and ordained by God, granting me sole authority over the placement of the man whose position I have taken for a time, without interference via the courts or any erroneous third parties. It is with that authority that I address you, now, and this Admiral who refuses to face me.

I have read the written account of my son-in-law's death and his time here, of which I have now disposed, and I am unmoved. Unfettered from the trappings of societal reputation, I may at last speak candidly of matters past: This man is guilty of the crimes of rape, kidnapping, public indecency, sodomy, high treason, blasphemy, and sedition, and to have granted him power over another soul is damnable in itself. All who have permitted it are now culpable. It is therefore my demand that the powers in this place respect my will and the will of God and with my departure send this wretched man back to Hell where he belongs.

There are to be no negotiations. There will be no exceptions. This is what must be done.

Comments

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I burnt it, naturally.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

You had no right. Just as you have no right to be standing in his cabin right now.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

And what authority have you, to determine such things?

[major-west.livejournal.com]

The authority of a warden. [AND AN OFFICER-- but the British Army... probably doesn't hold much sway over her.] And I can't imagine you'd feel comfortable, anyway, sleeping in the same bed where so much debauchery has happened.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You are quite correct. However, until suitable accommodations are provided I shall not leave.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

There are no guest bedrooms. The most I can offer you is my own cabin-- a trade-off for his.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

That depends entirely upon the condition yours is in. [Derisive glance] Though I cannot imagine how they could be much worse.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

The sheets are freshly laundered, and I can assure you nothing inappropriate has occurred in my stay here.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You will introduce yourself to me, then. I shall consider it.

STEALTH PRIVATE

[major-west.livejournal.com]

[Aghhh his identity is probably compromised by the manuscript. A LIE:]

Sam Tyler. At your service.

STEALTH PRIVATE

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[Ah. He apparently found you very mundane. Therefore you are safe :|]

I would say that it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Monsieur Tyler. However, under the present circumstances, matters such as pleasure are probably better left unspoken. [Meaning there really is none.] I will see this cabin, then.

STEALTH PRIVATE

[major-west.livejournal.com]

[PHEW.]

Of course, Mademoiselle de Montreuil. [NRGHHH good thing West is used to being polite to all kinds of people as an upper class snob.] I'll come and collect you shortly.

STEALTH PRIVATE

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

That's Madame. [She can't hold it against you TOO much. You are English.] I assure you I am quite married and far too old besides.

STEALTH PRIVATE

[major-west.livejournal.com]

[MY INSTINCT WAS TO SAY MADAME AND I FAILED :V]

A slip of the tongue. French was never my strongest subject.

STEALTH PRIVATE

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I can see that. I will await your arrival, then.