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Jan. 23rd, 2012 09:43 am
impure_tale: (what was that?)
I'm not at all averse to awakening with a warm body beside my own, but I am not the sort that gorges himself on wine and excess to the point of memory loss. One of the reasons is that I enjoy remembering my exploits, particularly how I came to have someone in bed with me. Admiral, you would do well to remember that.

One of these days you ought to place me in a locale with which I am familiar. For once I'd like to not be the silly foreigner who comes from a time bereft of electricity and adult book stores.

That said, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. So what do the Romans here, do?
impure_tale: (a good story)
Pere Noel,

Here we are again, late though my correspondence happens to be. If I could have anything I'd ask that you put the ship in to port someplace that we all might do a little shopping on our own, rather than hope you, in the spirit of charity, will do the running about for us. Not that you've ever gone astray, but someone must remain practical in all this. Failing that, enclosed is a list of requests:

Gift List -- for Everyone, Iago, Lucius, Stildyne, Claire, Arthas, Bellatrix, Prefect, Crane, and Seven )

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Oct. 21st, 2011 12:41 am
impure_tale: (THIS IS MY JAM)
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.

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Sep. 30th, 2011 11:38 am
impure_tale: (warden item)
My beloved readers, my Inmate has finally defied the expectations of his peers, of his enemies, and of the standards of literature, and graduated -- no small feat for any person that sets foot on this mysterious ship. As of the fifteenth it was two years that he was in my care. Congratulations are in order, for him especially, and as I offer my own, with deepest pride in the man he has chosen to be.

[Friend Filter - Ask if you don't know if you're on it -- the list of names in the last entry really doesn't count]

I bear no intentions to make this about myself, but I would like to every last one of you if I denied I did not have my personal doubts. It is not that I ever believed he would fail, but because when I accepted this position, it was a challenge to prove that good could come of my philosophies, that my ideas of right and wrong are sound and not simply the machinations of one mad canary who flits in disorientation from cage to cage and stabs its beak at every curious onlooker that passes. I am a grown man, but for much of my life I did not act one. As an Inmate what weighed me was my influence on others, that I refused to own. The actions of others are their responsibility, but there are times when I have deliberately incited, times where my influence swayed innocents onto dangerous roads, and I would not marry myself to those consequences -- all for some higher notion of the freedom of ideas.

I graduated officially over two years ago, but I had not graduated, truly graduated, because I had not yet proven to myself that my influence could create good. I feel that I have accomplished this, at long last, and it is high time I had some reward for that.

[/Friend Filter]

Like my Inmate before me, I shall be departing the Barge -- very briefly. With my hands suddenly free, I feel I deserve a little holiday before another eager soul causes my Warden item to pulse (often at the most inopportune times and in the most interesting of places). I shall be visiting perhaps with Henry and the good doctor, eventually...among other places, but first I made a promise some time ago to pay a visit to the macabre and luxurious Sanitarium Island.

Until then, my dear readers, I must bid you a fond (and ever-so slightly suggestive) adieu.

OOC: The Marquis is going off-barge until either late tomorrow night or the next day. Of course he'll feel he's been gone for much longer, but he's got some exes to playfully harass and MAY decide to go back home and troll a few people.

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Sep. 7th, 2011 11:17 pm
impure_tale: (oddly tender)
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.

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Aug. 8th, 2011 01:28 am
impure_tale: (ain't I a stinker?)
Still more departures after such long tenures. I'm beginning to think it's me.

It may interest not a single soul among my favored readers that I have taken to using the pool with greater frequency. It removes much of the strain from exercise, but my, do my poor muscles complain after such rigorous exertions.

...Especially when I could be enduring these little aches and pains over something much more enjoyable. Never has a libertine felt greater disappointment.

[Private to Rex Lewis]

I would like a word with you about our last conversation.

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Jun. 17th, 2011 03:11 pm
impure_tale: (expectant)
I think it would be best for me to remain on the ship during this venture, but if my Inmate desires an outing, he will require a chaperone.

Iago, if such a thing is arranged, I have two conditions.

To the rest of you, please enjoy yourselves and have a thought for this exceedingly bored patient. Update your journals regularly with things that are interesting. Give me something to read and remark upon!
impure_tale: (warden item)
[The Marquis is dressed for going in to port -- that is he seems to be a good deal less ostentatious, his shirt, though full-sleeved is of a clearly breathable make -- his trousers durable, boots over shoots. His hair has been tied back in a simple, functional tail, and he is putting on gloves as he speaks.]

Iago, I rather hope you're feeling up to a few days of 'roughing it'. That means leave the 'DS', if you please.

[The 'screen' moves as he picks up the journal, and you can hear a dog whining in the background while the Marquis talks to her.]

Stay.
impure_tale: (a good story)

[What lies below is a transcribed copy of the book the Marquis is working on. He has placed it under cuts on the network so that those that don't want to read it do not have to.]

To my beloved. What follows in these pages are the account of my extraordinary experiences after the final great experience. The tales I tell are many and varied in tone, ranging from the cheerful to the debased, and with tremulous fingers I relate them to you now. I caution you that its content is more often than not scandalous by its nature, unrepentant in its brutal honesty, and perhaps a little under-edited. I cannot even guarantee you a happy ending. In terms of style and scope, it is an undertaking quite unlike any I have assumed in the past, so I warn you. There is no real ending as yet, even. But if you’ve a love for my old stories, submit some of that loyalty to me, now. If you are curious, turn the page. Tread with me faithfully, reader. It is an experience we all share.


 

Chapter 1 - Further Tutelage in Death )

 

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Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:09 am
impure_tale: (a good story)
My sweet fellow denizens, I have been entirely too moody of late -- sufficient enough to make an old pervert quite nostalgic. Enough so that recording my exploits in these new standard journals has become especially distasteful to me. There's a certain element of the art that is lost -- the succulent red of the ink, every sharp tip or gentle curve to a letter, the blade of the quill -- its soothing vibration against rough parchment or submissive, dimpled skin. More difficult to write upon when your canvas twitches at even the slightest prick, but it's much more entertaining.

...Odd. I have not thought of that in what feels like years.

My treasure, it is perhaps prudent we have that meeting I spoke of as soon as possible. Please inform me when you feel amenable to taking guests in your quarters.
impure_tale: (ain't I a stinker?)
[The Marquis is looking and sounding much better today. In fact, he looks a lot like his old old self. Largely because he's had it.]

My fellow denizens, this may be a flood, but it could not have come sooner. I tire of all the seriousness about in this place, and propose a full reversal.

I will be restocking my stores -- with donations from the pub, naturally. And I'm putting them to good use. A get-together. [And suddenly a guitar chord chimes in. The Marquis does not seem the least bit ruffled by this.] My chambers. [The music builds] Wardens and Inmates equally welcome -- not for the unschooled or the faint of heart, however. It's time for a little decadence. [And rises to a proper crescendo.]

Because you see I'm ever upper class high society,
Nature's gift to ballroom notoriety,
I always fill my ballroom
(The event is never small)
The social pages say I've got
The biggest balls of all...

(ooc: And it goes on from there :| Click the link for full lyrics and yes. Of course the Marquis would sing AC/DC. How dare you question it.)

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