243 - [Video] Backdated to the Beginning of the Flood

[impure_tale]

[Someone appears to have gotten the hang of this device quickly, despite never having seen the like before. He's...oddly familiar. It's the eyes, the arch of his brow, the lips. ...And then of course there's all the stuff in the background, including a familiar dog, the fireplace, bookcases...

The Marquis is either looking VERY good for seventy-eight, better than normal, or...]

Such a wonder, this pretty little thing. I see the entries, and I see they are in my diction, with my name on them -- but the man in the pictures -- he's so very old. I cannot deny his resemblance to some of my kin. A little of my father. So much of my mother.

[He purses his cherub lips in a mixture of bemusement and frustration.]

Curious. Very curious. So tell me, lovelies. What manner of people does this secret kinsman of mine interact with, day by day? Is he a libertine such as I? Come now, don't be shy.

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[impure_tale]

To chance encounters, then. [He doesn't bother kissing the asses of royals even when they're right in front of him; why toast them when they're not around?]

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[shakenandlimp]

To chance encounters. [He takes a healthy drink.]

And to strange company.

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[impure_tale]

And stranger bedfellows. Bottoms up. [He takes a long drink, himself.]

Spam

[shakenandlimp]

[He takes a much more cautious drink to that.]

You seem to be managing all right-- though it must be pretty strange.

Spam

[impure_tale]

I am in comfortable surroundings, albeit with strange garb. [He doesn't like this other De Sade's wardrobe choices; how is he to show off his calves with long trousers? LONG TROUSERS. HONESTLY.] Good wine, good food, a variety of interesting people to entertain. [Grin.] I could be worse off.

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[shakenandlimp]

You must be more more used to luxury than me. I was suspicious of my shower at first but soon after I came to love it quite a bit.

Spam

[impure_tale]

I love a good adventure. This is by far the most enjoyable ship I've ever set foot upon.

Spam

[shakenandlimp]

I hope it continues so. We've had enough stormy weather a while.

Spam

[impure_tale]

[This unsettles him a little.] I wasn't aware this place had weather. It seemed to be decidedly absent, in fact.

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[shakenandlimp]

Not usually... literally. But moods and magic have a hold over this hulk. Hence your presence and a man quite a bit your senior.

Spam

[impure_tale]

[A breath] I'm somewhat relieved either way. I mean no offense to your profession, Captain, but I find travel by sea to be completely unbearable.

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[shakenandlimp]

[Bush harumphs, disapproving.]

Soldiers often do, I find. I'd rather be out at sea than anywhere, most days.

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[impure_tale]

[He waves that off.]

I'm hardly a soldier anymore.

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[shakenandlimp]

Gentlemen even moreso. [Bush lifts his chin.]

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[impure_tale]

[He pouts] Oh dear, I believe I've gone and offended you, haven't I?

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[shakenandlimp]

Not at all. I've only noted that gentlemen prefer the infantry and the infantry aren't suited for life at sea.

Some of us couldn't buy commissions; we had to earn'm.

Spam

[impure_tale]

Oh, I have offended you. [This seems to amuse him.] I did not buy mine either.

Spam

[shakenandlimp]

Well, you surprise me.

We shouldn't fight. [Despite his natural inclinations to quarrel with the French and with soldiers.]

Spam

[impure_tale]

If you truly wish to clash, I could certainly think of much more entertaining and less harmful ways for us to do that.

Spam

[shakenandlimp]

[Bush starts to scoff, but catches up to himself a moment later.

For a moment, he turns to regard the young Marquis. Perhaps not an instant refusal after all.]

You don't take much effort in trying to seduce.

[His frank blue eyes dare the Marquis to deny that it was his intention.]

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[impure_tale]

[He takes another short sip of his wine, a smile playing at his lips.] If you wish me to refrain, all you need do is say so. That could be a waste of a perfectly good wish, however.

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[shakenandlimp]

Perhaps I only want you to take a little more trouble.

[He eyes his wine.]

Or perhaps not. It ain't a romance.

Spam

[impure_tale]

Captain, I gave you wine, not flowers. Why would you think I care for romance?

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[shakenandlimp]

Aren't you French, though? French and aristocratic.

Nevermind. I don't want flowers. I'll have more wine, though. And then we'll see.

Spam

[impure_tale]

That you think we're romantic as opposed to utterly depraved is almost flattering.

[He takes up the bottle to refill his glass for him.]