Though the things I said as a child reflected heavily on the time, as I am certain many of you are aware the year for me was 1630, or surmised the era from speaking to me, I feel I must reiterate that certain beliefs of mine are much changed ( Read more... )

[Angelica's seen and heard your devilry at work, and is now going to try this thing for herself. What appears on screen is a little girl wearing a pair of broken wings made out of wood and feathers, frowning into the camera with her arms crossed. She looks resolute enough to cover up her fear and growing panic ( Read more... )

I feel as though I have missed something terribly cathartic by deciding, though quite wisely, to refrain from posting during the flood - I have been told that venting one's secrets can balance and put one's mind at ease. So, dear populace, I have confessions to make to you, and hope you will hear them for my own benefit ( Read more... )

[Private to Arthur:]

I am afraid that Mal is once again in the infirmary.

( A written message in which Angelica vents slightly to her husband )

The Barge is so still; the corridors are near-silent. The populace went to port and I've heard little of you since the first day. I find the peace odd and unsettling, and begin to fret ( Read more... )

[Private to Judas:]

Judas, sir, we need to speak.

I admit, here and now, that my nights have become exceedingly dull without the presence of my friend to occupy my time. I truly believed that I would enjoy the peace of mind that comes from not having an old man following me about, wondering aloud if there is water left in the kettle, or if I would fix the hole in his linens when I had time to ( Read more... )

[Public video: For a long moment it's just a shot of Angelica's unhappy face, then she pans the camera around a messy (and slightly tacky) living room.

There are post-it notes stuck everywhere.]

I think I have wandered on to a battleground.

[And a phone call for Clapet:[After conversing with Mal, Angelica flips through something called a phone ( Read more... )

I thought I misplaced my comb, and spent the last...ten minutes or so searching my cabin for it. I looked through my wardrobe, scoured the tops of tables and nightstand, even crawled on hands and knees to look under the bed and chairs, but to no avail. I simply could not find my comb, and had resigned myself to the impossible fact that it had ( Read more... )

[She sounds...less than enthusiastic. In fact, she sounds downright sad.]

Se-Edward and I had risen for the day. As very little had occurred in the course of the night, he thought it safe to journey outside the confines of the cabin. As soon...as soon as he opened the door they...[She trails off.] I expect I need not tell you what happened. I ( Read more... )