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[impure_tale]

Gad, has it truly been so long since I last penned an entry?

This is what happens when you forsake the modern conveniences for traditional parchment and ink, my lovelies. It escapes you. Am I very missed, I wonder?

(ooc: The Marquis has had time to lick his wounds, so to speak, but he's been fairly non-present elsewhere on the Barge. Attending meals but not much for conversation, walking his dog, and of course, humming in his room while he writes.)

Comments

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

What have you been writing?

[impure_tale]

Would you like to see?

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

I would, if you like to show.

[impure_tale]

I'll have to transcribe.

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

Well, if that's too much trouble for you, Marquis, I won't hold it against you.

[impure_tale]

Merely ascertaining whether you would be willing to wait.

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

I'm a man of great patience. [Sort of. When catching criminals. Not much else, though, admittedly.]

[impure_tale]

Then I shall have a copy to you post-haste.

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

Thank you kindly.