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[whattheytellyou]

[Sarah is looking...pretty good, actually. Rested, cheerful. More like her old self again.]

Interesting what a little "me" time will do for you.

[She holds up a battered field notebook to emphasize what she's discussing.]I've been aboard since January 4th. I was looking back through my old logs and doing considerable thinking about the

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[you_run_i_chase]

Alright. Twist my fucking arm.

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[whattheytellyou]

All I have to do is tempt you with alcohol.

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[you_run_i_chase]

Pretty much. Maybe a new liver somewhere down the line.

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[whattheytellyou]

[Dryly:]

We'll just reboot you.

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[mrs_persson]

My childhood is something of a black hole in my memory, although thanks to certain recent insights provided by the Barge, I think it's pretty clear my tendency toward anarchism started there.

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[whattheytellyou]

You can't recall anything else? A favorite toy, a pet, where you attended school?

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[mrs_persson]

School was a series of fairly dreadful English boarding schools, and I think I must have gotten myself expelled from most of them.

What I remember is when I was quite small, I somehow convinced myself that God was German, and began all my prayers with "Dear Herr God." If I was bad, one of the archangels would appear to punish me, and I imagined him dressed in a grey field uniform with a spiked helmet. If I was good, I'd be left alone.

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[whattheytellyou]

Life's too chaotic for God to be a German. Even with the underlying patterns which emerge from chaos, it's too subtle for that sort of efficiency.

...Or militancy.

You sound like you were delightful.

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[damesuccubus]

I had an exceptional childhood. Father had a large estate and connections to Court. My dowry was substantial, my nursemaid was attentive, and I had my own Confessor.

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[whattheytellyou]

How lucky for you.

Would you consider yourself overindulged or did your attentive nursemaid and private Confessor curb that?

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[damesuccubus]

Oh no, the nursemaid and Confessor were vital to my education. I had to learn how to manage a household and all manners and rules of a French-styled Court, though Father did indulge my request for new horses when it suited me. He liked to keep me happy; I suspect he feared I would go the way of Mother.

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[whattheytellyou]

And what way was that?

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[stopthat_destro]

very normal. [Apart from being a child prodigy and not socializing successfully.] my parents aren't responsible for anything except supporting my ambitions. they encouraged excellence.

movie night was fun. there's really nothing like watching 'star wars' in one sitting :o) [Once he's off his painkillers, he will never use smilies again.]

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[whattheytellyou]

How're you feeling, Rex?

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[stopthat_destro]

ok. moving still hurts. meds help.

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[whattheytellyou]

That explains the text-based emote.

[feels_no_love]

Are you certain that you wish to know?

[whattheytellyou]

Do you know, one of the greatest factors preventing the onward march of science is the fear of answers we don't like. Evolution, the creation of the universe, cloning -

[She catches herself.]

Yes. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know.

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[feels_no_love]

I do not remember my childhood before the age of ten. From ten to seventeen I was held prisoner by the Turks, who used everything from persuasion, to mind-games, to beatings, to torture, to try and convert me to their ways. Their ways being Islam and the attending-to of the Sultan's cock.

I did not convert or concede, no matter what they did to me. But others fell. My own brother became the Sultan's willing catamite and a betrayer of his family.

I asked if you really wanted to know because Armand could not handle this little revelation and immediately changed the subject. [His disgust at this is plain.]

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[whattheytellyou]

Atrocities happen. It's not right to turn a blind eye to them, or try to hide from them.

What happened to you at seventeen?