Journal of the Marquis de Sade

Well. If one must die....

[There's a humming, almost singsong quality to the Marquis' voice when he speaks, but it seems forced. He's returned to his own chambers to recover from the death toll; there seemed to be too many people there anyway, and he's a veteran to Barge death by now.]

I wonder -- would anyone care to volunteer a little time to walk my dog while I am resting over the next few days?

Lucius, we will be taking a late dinner; if we dine then we dine in style. But remember: When in Rome, do as the Romans do. We'll be vacationing like "Muggles", as you call them. So your wand stays stowed away and you must dress appropriately.

To my beloved readers
To my comrades
To my soulmates

I dreamed of home when last my eyes closed. In my visions I saw Lacoste, in summer, the summer heat embracing the milky skins of the towns people in the village below my chateau, the young lovers wandering the fields abroad, my orchards within days of maturity, their fruits swelling opulently like the loins of a maiden betrothed, quivering in anticipation of her wedding night just hours ahead of her. The countryside is a golden green, not the sheer saturation of color that I know in the springtime, but more as though the vibrance has baked into the air. In the twilight the night sky would turn such a brilliant blue to shock us with a coolness we thought unreachable.

Many of you know that before I came here I was still a man imprisoned. In that time I took for granted the closeness of my cage to those things I remembered so fondly. It was not until coming here that it was a greater comfort, even back then, to know that those things were out there, though without me. They were not at so great a distance as they are now.

I share my dream with you because all of us share similar dreams. Often I am one to say that we must remember these. They are beautiful. So long as we've memory, they cannot be taken away. So long as we have integrity, they belong to us.

To our newcomers, have strength; there are trying times ahead. But you have power, and you have character. If you did not, the Admiral would not have wanted you so badly. Show them.

Know this: I and others have been here years, and we will not be conquered. Some have not been so lucky, but you are not like them. You are like us. Hold on to what makes you, you. So long as you have your mind you are always free.

Take heart, my loves. Take heart, and resist if those memories mean anything at all to you.


As always and ever faithfully,
M. de Sade

And it appears that we have reached that time of the month again; every universe in the world hits its menstrual cycle, and we get whatever drips off. Not that I've been the most coherent for the last few weeks, but I do believe I missed welcoming many of the current denizens that arrived then. I'm to understand that the Master has graced us with his presence again, is that not so? 

Oh. And the silly whore that lost the Abbe. How quaint.

(ooc: Update on the Marquis -- still crazy, but only in the privacy of his own room, which is still trashed. When he emerges to bring Renate on walks or attend meals he is quiet and approaches no one. He does leer a lot, though. Fairly warned that his troll tendencies are in high season lately.)

Well, I can't say I didn't have fun. Most should have been entirely too busy with their explorations to take much displeasure from the venture. I'm actually quite glad of the opportunity. Some say that we can never know the motivations of other living creatures because their perceptions differ so much from ours.

It's quite the experience to see, hear, smell, and travel within a familiar environment in such an unfamiliar way.

Of course the experience will have me in mind of bridles and riding crops for an age, I'm sure.

Iago, how did you fare?

Do you know what's lovely? Spanking.

















Go to bed, children. Honestly. I'm going deaf for all the panicking.

(ooc: The Marquis shows how nonplussed he is by all this in his own way. He survived the Dalek attack 1 year ago because he hid behind the sofa in his room, mind you :| He has no patience for this now.)