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Jul. 14th, 2014 08:08 pmI always find a day or two in the skin of the opposite gender to be quite liberating, but I can understand how it might be...well, more than a little unpleasant for others.
I'm always hesitant to remark on a breach where I encountered very little to no trouble at all when I know that others experienced worse than I. Understanding that whatever I say may be viewed as insensitive at best, I'll simply state that all of that felt...far too familiar to me.
And while I am not about to claim that being of noble blood and a convenient scapegoat is more difficult than any other possible lot in life, I will re-iterate that it's hardly a stroll on the deck, either.
And while I am not about to claim that being of noble blood and a convenient scapegoat is more difficult than any other possible lot in life, I will re-iterate that it's hardly a stroll on the deck, either.
235 [Video]
Feb. 16th, 2014 11:05 amWell, that was rather unexpected.
My apologies for my sudden absence, especially so close on the heels of the last. [An uncomfortable clearing of his throat.] So tell me, dear neighbors: What excitements have I gone and missed?
[Something off-camera catches his eye and he perks up.]
Other than a new assignment, apparently!
[He picks up the file, and upon reading a couple lines looks positively tickled.]
Loki Laufeyson. It appears we need to have a little chat soon, and you have my deepest apologies for my initial absence. We shall have to begin in earnest to rectify this. In the meantime, however!
Admiral, please see to it that a fully updated copy of my file be delivered to Monsieur Laufeyson as soon as possible.
As for everyone else, my dearest friends and loves, I'll be out and about soon to greet you in person. I feel we must all have a visit lest I pop out of existence again and miss the opportunity.
My apologies for my sudden absence, especially so close on the heels of the last. [An uncomfortable clearing of his throat.] So tell me, dear neighbors: What excitements have I gone and missed?
[Something off-camera catches his eye and he perks up.]
Other than a new assignment, apparently!
[He picks up the file, and upon reading a couple lines looks positively tickled.]
Loki Laufeyson. It appears we need to have a little chat soon, and you have my deepest apologies for my initial absence. We shall have to begin in earnest to rectify this. In the meantime, however!
Admiral, please see to it that a fully updated copy of my file be delivered to Monsieur Laufeyson as soon as possible.
As for everyone else, my dearest friends and loves, I'll be out and about soon to greet you in person. I feel we must all have a visit lest I pop out of existence again and miss the opportunity.
222 [Before the Start of the Flood]
May. 16th, 2013 11:45 am[He's a little beaten up, as you might be able to tell on the video.]
Disappointing news I'm afraid, my dears. Auditions will be a matter addressed after the port at the end of the month. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'll certainly feel more comfortable running lines with people after this place has gone back to normal.
I'm sure you're heartbroken, the lot of you.
The changes to the facilities don't especially agree with me, or Renate for that matter. [a bark in the background.] It leaves me feeling especially optimistic about what's to come.
Disappointing news I'm afraid, my dears. Auditions will be a matter addressed after the port at the end of the month. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'll certainly feel more comfortable running lines with people after this place has gone back to normal.
I'm sure you're heartbroken, the lot of you.
The changes to the facilities don't especially agree with me, or Renate for that matter. [a bark in the background.] It leaves me feeling especially optimistic about what's to come.
[Private Gift List]
Dec. 11th, 2012 12:30 amAdmiral, for each person on the Barge who is of an acceptable age, give them a nice bathrobe. Something in silk. Everyone has a right to enjoy such things.
...For the especially young ones, I realize that's too suggestive a present. A blanket for each of them (if there is more than one, I have honestly lost count). Rabbit fur.
For specific individuals I suppose I've a short list.
Arthas - The usual. Add an inch and a little extra girth.
Castiel - A statue of the Holy Virgin. Because why not?
Dr. Crane - A fine new coat. Something fashionable.
Rex Lewis - A puzzle of some sort. Something unique. Something to occupy his time.
Mademoiselle Knope - A nice brooch. Something in blue.
Monsieur Rhade - A bottle of fine wine. Pick a good year. Bottled on Good Friday. It's always stricken me as a day of liberation.
St John Allerdyce - A fine set of quills, ink, and parchment. Personalized letterhead. Something tasteful.
Mademoiselle Klein - A lovely hair comb.
Prefect - A nice set of nightclothes. Something soft.
(ooc: Hit me if you think your character would have been on this list. I'm blanking.)
...For the especially young ones, I realize that's too suggestive a present. A blanket for each of them (if there is more than one, I have honestly lost count). Rabbit fur.
For specific individuals I suppose I've a short list.
Arthas - The usual. Add an inch and a little extra girth.
Castiel - A statue of the Holy Virgin. Because why not?
Dr. Crane - A fine new coat. Something fashionable.
Rex Lewis - A puzzle of some sort. Something unique. Something to occupy his time.
Mademoiselle Knope - A nice brooch. Something in blue.
Monsieur Rhade - A bottle of fine wine. Pick a good year. Bottled on Good Friday. It's always stricken me as a day of liberation.
St John Allerdyce - A fine set of quills, ink, and parchment. Personalized letterhead. Something tasteful.
Mademoiselle Klein - A lovely hair comb.
Prefect - A nice set of nightclothes. Something soft.
(ooc: Hit me if you think your character would have been on this list. I'm blanking.)
This cold weather! I cannot imagine the agony I would be in were my body as old as it had been when I first passed.
Far from important, however. I had wondered if I might trouble some of the baking and cooking experts on this ship for a favor. I'm coming to find that my terrible old sweet tooth has been reawakened, and I can hardly shop for bon bons in a place such as this, can I? I have little I can repay you with but it would warm this old libertine's heart considerably to have real chocolate pastilles again.
[Private to Pyro]
You, young man, are going to need to learn to pick your battles a mite more carefully.
Far from important, however. I had wondered if I might trouble some of the baking and cooking experts on this ship for a favor. I'm coming to find that my terrible old sweet tooth has been reawakened, and I can hardly shop for bon bons in a place such as this, can I? I have little I can repay you with but it would warm this old libertine's heart considerably to have real chocolate pastilles again.
[Private to Pyro]
You, young man, are going to need to learn to pick your battles a mite more carefully.
There is nothing that makes one appreciate their age so much as losing it for a time, I think. My apologies to some of the people that I might have ... inconvenienced in my brief return to infancy, but most of you handled it very well.
...Some of you better than expected.
I find also that there is almost nothing that helps you to see how much you have changed, even from Inmate to Warden, in my particular case.
...Some of you better than expected.
I find also that there is almost nothing that helps you to see how much you have changed, even from Inmate to Warden, in my particular case.
Back to work so soon. Admiral, I knew that you would not leave me to my devices for long.
It wouldn't have anything to do with the book I am working on, would it?
Steve Newlin, is it? And how have you enjoyed your stay on our humble ship so far?
It wouldn't have anything to do with the book I am working on, would it?
Steve Newlin, is it? And how have you enjoyed your stay on our humble ship so far?
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.
[Spam for Riddick]
[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.]
[Spam for Riddick]
[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.]
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.)
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.)
I for one found the flood to be informative, if a bit disorienting. Tis a wonder what emotions you can teach yourself to discern from facial twitches when you have a guide, certainly, and I can only imagine how this shall inform my writing from now on.
I am also aware that we have recently passed the day of our "Lord"'s resurrection, and while I am not one for marking such days unless there are festivities involving copious amounts of wine, seeing it come to pass on such a quiet note did make me quite sorely miss some of our former denizens.
Sergeant Howie, wherever you are, I pray that you see me in the glimmer of every skeptic's eye and blush.
Monsieur Riddick, as always, you are free to join me in the CES this morning if you are feeling so inclined.
I am also aware that we have recently passed the day of our "Lord"'s resurrection, and while I am not one for marking such days unless there are festivities involving copious amounts of wine, seeing it come to pass on such a quiet note did make me quite sorely miss some of our former denizens.
Sergeant Howie, wherever you are, I pray that you see me in the glimmer of every skeptic's eye and blush.
Monsieur Riddick, as always, you are free to join me in the CES this morning if you are feeling so inclined.
Because I do not think this is asked often enough: Inmates, you are aware of why you are here. At least I would hope you've been told since arriving. You know at least what you have been informed. To seek "redemption", largely through experience and osmosis.
What does this mean to you? What do you believe the Wardens are here to make of you? What do you envision?
I ask you this as a former Inmate, myself. I would like to know your own expectations.
What does this mean to you? What do you believe the Wardens are here to make of you? What do you envision?
I ask you this as a former Inmate, myself. I would like to know your own expectations.
193 - Written
Feb. 29th, 2012 10:37 pmWhen next I visit Paviche I am going to have some very strong words for him. and a well-oiled belt if I'm to have my way
One does not come to realize how much they miss their voice until they haven't one at all. I have learned this time and again, usually metaphorically, but now quite literally. Fear not, my darlings -- though the fear of death is forever absolute in this place the after-effects, however unpleasant, are so blessedly temporary.
Now if only the dreams were as well.
(OOC: The Marquis had his throat ripped out in port, so he cannot speak and will not be able to for a few days yet. Him sads D: Infirmary people may spam with him but remember he can't do much more than talk-wheeze in short spurts.)
One does not come to realize how much they miss their voice until they haven't one at all. I have learned this time and again, usually metaphorically, but now quite literally. Fear not, my darlings -- though the fear of death is forever absolute in this place the after-effects, however unpleasant, are so blessedly temporary.
Now if only the dreams were as well.
(OOC: The Marquis had his throat ripped out in port, so he cannot speak and will not be able to for a few days yet. Him sads D: Infirmary people may spam with him but remember he can't do much more than talk-wheeze in short spurts.)
[The Marquis has been mostly absent from the network, his days spent at his desk writing with piles and piles of manuscripts on paper starting to form. The edges of these can be seen around the screen when he appears there, looking conversational. Given his habits of late he is taking a rare, rare break to spend time with you lovely people.]
That was...oddly exhilarating, and I will be the first to say it. No one is particularly fond of being forced to love another person, much less become obsessed with them. However, this struck me more as harmless, flighty admiration. One ought to look to feel that way about someone quite regularly; it adds a touch of color to one's cheeks.
Ah, to be young again, when the beating of one's heart for the simple chance of a look or a smile, much less to know the object of your affection better, was what drove us toward love.
[A chuckle]
Where, I ask, is the fun in that?
Thankfully we all seem to be much cured of it, even my poor Renate.
[Private to Lua]
I suspect the flood turned your eyes toward someone else. If that is the case, then you are all the more gracious than you are credited, cheri, to still provide me the aid that you did whilst I fawned and my words failed me.
[Private to Stildyne]
Are we still pretending that you did not leave me little gifts?
That was...oddly exhilarating, and I will be the first to say it. No one is particularly fond of being forced to love another person, much less become obsessed with them. However, this struck me more as harmless, flighty admiration. One ought to look to feel that way about someone quite regularly; it adds a touch of color to one's cheeks.
Ah, to be young again, when the beating of one's heart for the simple chance of a look or a smile, much less to know the object of your affection better, was what drove us toward love.
[A chuckle]
Where, I ask, is the fun in that?
Thankfully we all seem to be much cured of it, even my poor Renate.
[Private to Lua]
I suspect the flood turned your eyes toward someone else. If that is the case, then you are all the more gracious than you are credited, cheri, to still provide me the aid that you did whilst I fawned and my words failed me.
[Private to Stildyne]
Are we still pretending that you did not leave me little gifts?
It must be the time of year. Like clockwork the wells run dry. Far be it from me to shift the blame toward my neighbors for failing to inspire me, particularly when things of a dire nature have, in fact, been occurring. It is not as though there is not enough scandal from which to draw.
I would remark with the same sourness how I did not expect the changes to last, but I for one prefer to be a little distinctive. Most are I suppose already aware of how vocal our current "Admiral" has become, and I do not bother to filter this message because I have every reason to believe he'll hear me no matter what I say.
If it's even a man. I will tell you that I do not think it is the Admiral.
Lucius, I will tell you and everyone else to stay off the main deck for now. It's becoming much too dangerous to traverse.
If it's even a man. I will tell you that I do not think it is the Admiral.
Lucius, I will tell you and everyone else to stay off the main deck for now. It's becoming much too dangerous to traverse.
Do you know I never fancied ships in my youth? I had in my delusions, as a prisoner given to an obsession with numbers, once predicted that the letters I was receiving included secret 'signals' that I would be exiled to Barbados the following fortnight. This sent me into such a passion that I wrote probably some of the most unkind letters to my wife that I had ever penned -- not of course because I loathed sunshine, just the seas and all vessels that floated upon them.
I'm tempted to suggest this one does not count. Perhaps it is the absence of any real water.
Lucius Malfoy, I am making quick work of your file. I expect that we should meet very soon, but until I have committed this information to memory, we shall have to settle for conversation here. Have you any pressing quesetions?
I'm tempted to suggest this one does not count. Perhaps it is the absence of any real water.
Lucius Malfoy, I am making quick work of your file. I expect that we should meet very soon, but until I have committed this information to memory, we shall have to settle for conversation here. Have you any pressing quesetions?
I do not suppose anyone in our infirmary can provide care and assistance for a dog as well as they might a human? After Sexby's failed attempt to re-introduce me to his warped concepts of justice, my Renate has shown a few signs of still being in pain from the struggle. It is possible she is bruised and nothing more, but it is much better to be safe, and I would be a poor keeper to ignore her needs, but she has been rather adamant to remain at my side despite what injuries she might have.
I took a fall during the incident, and while the pain is not so much worse for myself, I'm sure there are few among you that would pass up the chance to get me on one of your tables again.
...I also understand that Chief Stildyne was among those attacked. Is he still with us, then?
I took a fall during the incident, and while the pain is not so much worse for myself, I'm sure there are few among you that would pass up the chance to get me on one of your tables again.
...I also understand that Chief Stildyne was among those attacked. Is he still with us, then?
I think the Admiral might have been paying attention to my last entry, to choose a location such as this. Giselle would have been so sad to miss it; I imagine she was born in a place such as this.
Admittedly, I prefer the girl to the environment. Something tells me I'll enjoy no vices in a kingdom such as this that won't come with nasty yet fanciful spells of some sort. Ah, disappointment!
What did not disappoint, however, was the passel of new arrivals this month. If only they were always so friendly, I should die (again) a happy, fulfilled old man.
Iago, I trust you're staying out of trouble? ...And did not fall overboard?
Also, I have noticed that this charming little place has had an effect on our language. Let's make a game of it. You cannot censor innuendo, after all. So be clever. What can you get away with?
Admittedly, I prefer the girl to the environment. Something tells me I'll enjoy no vices in a kingdom such as this that won't come with nasty yet fanciful spells of some sort. Ah, disappointment!
What did not disappoint, however, was the passel of new arrivals this month. If only they were always so friendly, I should die (again) a happy, fulfilled old man.
Iago, I trust you're staying out of trouble? ...And did not fall overboard?
Also, I have noticed that this charming little place has had an effect on our language. Let's make a game of it. You cannot censor innuendo, after all. So be clever. What can you get away with?
I find myself in better spirits of late. Renate does not tire me so easily on her walks any longer, though they are still rather trying. I do not go into the enclosure without my cane because I will find myself leaning upon it sooner or later. The pain returns like clockwork, but not so intensely. Often in other ways, as though the small ruptures in bone are not the problem so much as every organ, nerve, and sliver of muscle around them are working especially hard not to come into contact with them. It's a feeling of strain, most certainly.
Not the manner of agony I would use to inspire me, I'm afraid. I would thank Monsieur Sexby again but I fear at present all he shall do is stare at me blankly, like a cow at an oncoming coach. I cannot trouble myself with such things as memory loss, for I am feeling nostalgic.
I remember when I first came to the barge I found myself rather smitten with an innocent young Warden who had come aboard, by name of Giselle. It is so very, very rare that I feel the impulse to slip away from my familiar and comfortable perversions, the amusement that comes of shocking the more conservative, of discourse with persons given to a greater plane of understanding when it comes to my playful eccentricities. On occasion yes, even I find myself desirous of the preservation of more...innocent inclinations. Giselle was one such individual, perhaps because her innocence was so very genuine. This might come of the fact that she seemed to have existed in a world free of the evils that scarred the cratered, bloodsopped landscape that was my first life. I deigned to offer my arm as a gentleman would. I spoke sweet odes, wooed her as I would the gentle ladies and courtesans of my youth, tried ever-so-hard not to permit my body its characteristic stirrings when she would throw my arms about my neck and embrace me, trusting always my intentions and never knowing the struggles that come of traitorous bloodflow. It was some months before I no longer suffered such instinctual responses, and our relationship had changed considerably, understandably.
She and my Paviche, perhaps my two great loves aboard this ship, and of two very different breeds. My mind is too often set upon my work and little else. I rather think I would relish my next glorious pursuit, and so long as my dear Prefect is content to continue playing hard to get, I suppose I shall have to choose another, oui?
L'amour, my barge. We should all benefit from a little more of it in our lives.
Not the manner of agony I would use to inspire me, I'm afraid. I would thank Monsieur Sexby again but I fear at present all he shall do is stare at me blankly, like a cow at an oncoming coach. I cannot trouble myself with such things as memory loss, for I am feeling nostalgic.
I remember when I first came to the barge I found myself rather smitten with an innocent young Warden who had come aboard, by name of Giselle. It is so very, very rare that I feel the impulse to slip away from my familiar and comfortable perversions, the amusement that comes of shocking the more conservative, of discourse with persons given to a greater plane of understanding when it comes to my playful eccentricities. On occasion yes, even I find myself desirous of the preservation of more...innocent inclinations. Giselle was one such individual, perhaps because her innocence was so very genuine. This might come of the fact that she seemed to have existed in a world free of the evils that scarred the cratered, bloodsopped landscape that was my first life. I deigned to offer my arm as a gentleman would. I spoke sweet odes, wooed her as I would the gentle ladies and courtesans of my youth, tried ever-so-hard not to permit my body its characteristic stirrings when she would throw my arms about my neck and embrace me, trusting always my intentions and never knowing the struggles that come of traitorous bloodflow. It was some months before I no longer suffered such instinctual responses, and our relationship had changed considerably, understandably.
She and my Paviche, perhaps my two great loves aboard this ship, and of two very different breeds. My mind is too often set upon my work and little else. I rather think I would relish my next glorious pursuit, and so long as my dear Prefect is content to continue playing hard to get, I suppose I shall have to choose another, oui?
L'amour, my barge. We should all benefit from a little more of it in our lives.
