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[impure_tale]

I suppose I'm lacking in a suitable mass of other writers aboard this ship to glean the answers I am hoping for, but I pose this question to the populous in general: Suppose you were writing your own history, and you came upon passages that you have no qualms discussing, but they happen to be rather private matters for another party. Do you wait for the opportunity to ask their permission, write the tale anyhow, or take another route entirely?

[Private to the Admiral]

I would like to request that Loki's abilities to create illusions be returned to him, with one stipulation: I want to be able to tell when he is using them, without him knowing.

Rather underhanded, I know, but this is just as much for the safety of others, against whom he might use those powers, as it is for mine and his protection.

I need not be given the ability to see through them completely, but some outward sign -- a tinge to the eye color, a visible ripple in space, something of that nature.

[Spam for Loki, set Before the Post]

[While his Inmate remained abed he let himself in to check on him. As the days wore on, periodic checks became extended vigils, as such that he might spend several hours reading and keeping watch. At present he's delving through Voltaire's Candide.]

Comments

private, voice

[this_corrosion]

Depends on who it was. Are they ever going to find out?

Hi, by the way, I'm Gary.

[impure_tale]

Since it's a matter of respect it's best to assume that they will.

[this_corrosion]

Well what they don't know can't hurt them.

[impure_tale]

You don't appear to have understood my response.

[this_corrosion]

Alright, no need to get touchy.

Do you like 'em?

[impure_tale]

Not especially, but I also am not fond of the way I behaved during the event in question. My absolution is not more important than their right to privacy.

[this_corrosion]

Well, you're writing it, you're the boss. You can make yourself look better this time around.

[impure_tale]

That's not the intent for this particular venture.

[this_corrosion]

If you're asking me what I'd do, I'd say fuck it to the privacy of people I don't even like anyway.

[impure_tale]

Fair enough.

[this_corrosion]

Bet you've already got your mind made up not to do that, though.

[routemistress]

Pseudonyms are your friend, Marquis love. And a fair few of mine.

[impure_tale]

So change his name, then? That could be an interesting turn...

[routemistress]

It's not that 'ard to disguise someone in a story, is it? Any road, I'd love to see it.

voice

[shakenandlimp]

Are they an enemy or a countryman? There's a debt of honour either way, but a different kind of debt.

voice

[impure_tale]

Better not to say countryman.

voice

[shakenandlimp]

I'd say leave it out. Say what you've got to say but give no name and try not to hint too broadly either.

voice

[impure_tale]

This might be a possibility.

voice

[shakenandlimp]

I don't think much of using gossip against a man. If it's got to be words do it in court and not in the papers; if it's violence then do it on the battlefield and not in an alley.

Nelson nearly caught it from gossip-mongers. Lucky Jack got it from the court, too, they're about as bad. [He was away with the Channel fleet, couldn't come in to stand the vigil with the other naval men to keep jeering crowds away from the pillory, but that insult was felt by all honest officers.] It's more honest to strike a man in the face if that's the way you feel.

[In the end, Bush is a little suspicious of any writing without a naval flavour, and suspicious of any of that that has too much flare or literary license about it.]

voice

[impure_tale]

I'm writing a book, not gossiping.

[mightthinkthat]

Are they likely to sue you?

[impure_tale]

Wouldn't that be completely pointless in a place where money is virtually meaningless?

[mightthinkthat]

It really depends on how they find out.

SPAM SPAM

[coldlies]

[When Loki awakes it's with a groan. It would be too much to hope for that he would awake anywhere else but the Barge. There's a flash of genuine surprise that he quickly covers with sour look when he sees him.]

Now you're my nurse maid, are you?

Re: SPAM SPAM

[impure_tale]

[The Marquis is engrossed enough in his reading that he doesn't notice him stir and visibly starts.] ...Welcome back to the land of the living. [Said a little breathlessly as he marks his place.] How are you feeling?