[Private to Romana]
I am feeling much better now. No dizziness when I am up and about. My hand does not hurt so much to write with, either.
...I keep having nightmares, however.
[Private to Giselle]
Giselle, my savior, my light, my joy! I am in much better health and your little companion has been most helpful. I should like to deliver him to you and thank you in person for your kind consideration and aid in my time of need.
[Private to West]
...Let's not do that again, oui?
I am feeling much better now. No dizziness when I am up and about. My hand does not hurt so much to write with, either.
...I keep having nightmares, however.
[Private to Giselle]
Giselle, my savior, my light, my joy! I am in much better health and your little companion has been most helpful. I should like to deliver him to you and thank you in person for your kind consideration and aid in my time of need.
[Private to West]
...Let's not do that again, oui?
I've taken notice of the fact that there have been several less than positive reactions to my latest work of art. I have even been accused of forging it as a "blatant attack" on a certain Warden. Taking all of this into account, though some of the worst reactions were quite amusing, I'm taking this moment to smooth things over.
Firstly, in all seriousness, I would like to make it perfectly clear that 1) it was a work of fiction, and nothing more and 2) It was not my intention to have the story distributed. You can thank our dear Admiral for that much. The only person I intended to show the story to would have been the glorified sheath of the story, and no one need ever have known about it, as he would have likely been too much of a slimy coward to crawl out of his own puddle of embarrassment and complain to his Warden.
Next and finally, to address the "Blatant Attack" issue -- the main reason for my writing this as heaven fucking forbid I slight the man whom my Warden hopes will make a dishonest woman out of her one day: I want to apologize to anyone who was caused any real lasting physical harm by my silly trifle of a story. Truly. If you've any paper-cuts or anything of that nature I would be happy to personally ask you be given all the ointment and bandages you require.
No one?
Superb.
You may return to your normal activities.
-M. de Sade
PS: Also? The story wasn't a blatant attack, dumpling. It was story. And this? This is the only apology this whole debacle requires. Enjoy.
[Private to West]
And to you I suppose I apologize for not telling you sooner that you were saying what you were saying in public view. And for baiting you afterward.
[/Private]
Firstly, in all seriousness, I would like to make it perfectly clear that 1) it was a work of fiction, and nothing more and 2) It was not my intention to have the story distributed. You can thank our dear Admiral for that much. The only person I intended to show the story to would have been the glorified sheath of the story, and no one need ever have known about it, as he would have likely been too much of a slimy coward to crawl out of his own puddle of embarrassment and complain to his Warden.
Next and finally, to address the "Blatant Attack" issue -- the main reason for my writing this as heaven fucking forbid I slight the man whom my Warden hopes will make a dishonest woman out of her one day: I want to apologize to anyone who was caused any real lasting physical harm by my silly trifle of a story. Truly. If you've any paper-cuts or anything of that nature I would be happy to personally ask you be given all the ointment and bandages you require.
No one?
Superb.
You may return to your normal activities.
-M. de Sade
PS: Also? The story wasn't a blatant attack, dumpling. It was story. And this? This is the only apology this whole debacle requires. Enjoy.
[Private to West]
And to you I suppose I apologize for not telling you sooner that you were saying what you were saying in public view. And for baiting you afterward.
[/Private]
I must admit that I'm a little disappointed that the flood ended so soon. It was certainly nice to be walking about in younger skin again. I'm especially glad to have been able to share some time with you, Giselle, while I was young enough to be fit to offer you my arm. I hope in earnest that you'll honor me with the pleasure again soon.
Romana, darling, it has been far too long. We must sit down to wine. Or tea, if you prefer.
Romana, darling, it has been far too long. We must sit down to wine. Or tea, if you prefer.