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I suppose if my wrists ache too much to write at the pace to which I am accustomed, I should perhaps look for other diversions to fill my time. As it is, I might benefit from a few books from the library, if anyone would be so kind as to fetch them for me.

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[Most of the Marquis' time has been spent in his own bed resting. He has been seen, usually around lunch time and dinner time, fetching a meal for himself and Renate in the dining hall. At these times his cane has returned to regular use, and he has not stayed long, not even to chat. Now he is once again resting, with a small pile of books at his bedside that have been read and reread many a time and now therefore lack their old luster. Renate has gone to the main deck on walks with Riddick but beyond that has, with much concern, remained faithfully at her Master's side, often sleeping with him on the bed to share her warmth with him. She is settled with him, facing the foot and the rest of his apartments beyond, including the door leading out, her ears flicking back and forth while he turns the final pages of yet another book he has read at least three times in the years he has been here. His journal sits beside him, open and awaiting further comments. He looks tired, as though he may only need a few more pages before he is able to drift off into a short nap.]

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I've been better, certainly, but in a few days' time I should be up and about again with greater frequency.

[He sits down at one of the nearby chairs, just on the edge. Might as well be comfortable.] Magic jail spaceship with amazing technology and we still have to deal with a natural healing process. Fun times. [As in, not really. He indicates his own cast as a prime example.]

Only if you don't die. [Said with sourness] I could probably heal faster if I addressed the infirmary, but I've enjoyed the quiet. [He also...just hasn't wanted to absorb everyone else's trauma.]

[Just an amused smile here.] The second warden I've met to refuse treatment. At least you have a better reason. [And didn't smell of blood.]

I know of no others, but then I have not been the most social since returning.

My own warden was one. Ended up treating him myself. [Shrug as if to say 'Well what are ya gonna do. He's an idiot but he's my idiot'.] And why be social anyway with a room like this? Better than most of what's out there.

Graduation perks. [He settles back into his pillows, watching him with half a smile as Renate alights to the bed, back to his side.] My cell was considerably smaller when I was an inmate.

Something I'll have to look forward to, then. [He's being optimistic.]

So how does one such as yourself pass the time aboard our humble ship?

The barge, humble? I doubt the Admiral knows the meaning of the word. [He smiles, relaxes more into the seat.] And really, what else is there to do here besides read? Watching the stars can only have any kind of appeal for five, maybe six times. What about you? Anything besides books?

For a man determined, I assure you that one will eventually find much more to do than read, and much more interesting things to watch than the stars.

[He thought about it, shrugs.] I suppose there's always things to make in the lab. A pointless endeavor, but it'd pass the time.

Perhaps with time you'll get more creative.

I'd have to be really bored enough to make the attempt. Otherwise, no, I'm avoiding it.

[A sigh] Have it your way, Doctor.

Some things one might consider 'fun' are better off avoided. For practical reasons, if nothing else. [Pause.] I notice you didn't enlighten me on your hobbies, Marquis.

You still haven't done your research, I take it. [A chuckle] I write, normally. I also enjoy theater.

I'll get around to it sooner rather than later, I'm sure. My own is quickly becoming dull. [Blinks, tilts head.] Oh? We have a theater here?

Nothing organized, alas. [It's been years since he abandoned his attempt at putting on a production. No point when your stars keep disappearing.] Someday I imagine I'll put that stage in the dining hall to use.

Why not? I mean, why have it if you're not going to do something with it?

It is very hard to hold rehearsals when your castmembers are vanishing from the ship at random.

Oh. Yeah, I suppose that would be an annoying complication.

You've no idea. Months of preparation and not even an opening night.

[An exhale of breath.] That would be terrible. Ever think of trying it again? I haven't been here too long, but it doesn't seem like disappearances are a frequent thing.

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