Journal of the Marquis de Sade

[The Marquis appears to be in the hallway outside his room. The decoration on his door is making its irritating wailing noises, which isn't what has him wincing. What can also be heard on camera is Renate barking hysterically.]

Thank you, Admiral. [Saaaarcasm?] As if she had little other reason to feel on edge this month.

[He takes the offending item down and throws it down the hallway, keeping hold of Renate's leash as well as he can.]

It would appear that Lestat has left the barge. His cabin is empty, and my item no longer  responds to him.

To those of you that were especially hospitable to my wife while she was here, I --

[He's cut off by the sound of growling, and he glances somewhere offscreen.]

Renate? [His eyebrows raise, more firmly, so as to assert some form of command, get her attention. The growling continues.] Renate?

I seem to always find myself so very busy when these days roll around. Fortunate for me, then, that Renate is so demanding of attention this morning.

Come now, speak up. We can hear you.

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.]

(set after this thread)

[The sound cuts in to the din of an angry dog barking somewhere in the background, but it is not long before haggard breath can be heard, then finally]

...doctor.

[Another gasp, a strained groan.]

I n..nneed a doctor..

(ooc: So the Marquis just got the crap kicked out of him by Sexby, over a leftover incident from the Masterworld plot a year ago. Yay continuity!)

[There is a small child on the screen, being favored by kisses from Renate, who is large enough that he could ride her if he were so inclined. Those that know the Marquis' cabin from either videos or visiting will recognize that this is, indeed, filmed in his quarters. But this child, with a head of massive blonde curls and a cherubic air of sweetness, is questionably male to start. And too sweet, to boot, to be the Marquis. ...Well, until he talks.]

Super! I have a fine dog. This dog is mine because she loves me. But where have my servants gone?

Well, that certainly wasn't the most unpleasant flood, but it's already taken its toll. I might be some years younger, physically, than I was when I graduated, but it would seem my back certainly isn't. This is what I get for being hospitable and giving up my bed to a toddler and a puppy. I'll be by the infirmary later to have the matter looked into.

[Private to Sexby]

I have been entertaining the possibility of permitting Iago to see Judas without supervision or schedule, but I would of course prefer to be certain that you are in agreement, and under what conditions you feel it should be offered.

(ooc: The Marquis has been a good Warden/surrogate throughout all of this. He was firm and insightful. He played with Iago. He read to him. He was surprisingly more fatherly than he was to his own children. ...He also spent the entire weekend IN EXCRUTIATING PAIN, without letting on. Because he's been giving his bed to Iago and sleeping in his chair. So yeah. Go old dude!)

Once again, I convey my thanks to Doctor Jones, who was so kind as to look after my Renate whilst I was feeling under the weather.

In light of the recent health crisis, rehearsals are postponed.

[Private to Henry West]

I trust that if you can be so angry with the kitchen staff, you must be healthy.

[Warden Filter]

When you lose ground with your Inmate -- and nobody lie; I know most of you have had this happen -- how do you usually recover?