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Can't you let little Sylvie have a barber, even just a brief one, so I won't have to endure Eloisa's wrath next time she saunters into my club all on her lonesome. She takes these things so personally, as you must know.

By the Holy Mary, if not, then I know enough for the both of us. You and I, Signorina Mun... The things we've seen, ?

Are you hanging around here in the hopes of a little peek into my privates? There are terms you have to meet, of course, to gain access - you know that as well. You must carry a torch and the one you're burning for must be, at the very least, as daisy as you - not to mention, a dame. Otherwise, it's a no, capisci, you got to dangle.

I can't just let anyone in who asks to see my sitting rooms. Too crowded, Signorina. We like to sit on the laps of friends and family, you understand, nice gals, not all those hinky goons.

So, if you want to look inside, tell me who you love and if you love the right one, it'll be your ducat.

Name and shame, Signorina. Name and shame.
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I'm very tired of traveling. I've been to safe places before. They never end well. How can I believe this one will?

On Dune Part Three

Mar. 18th, 2026 08:30 pm
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So. It's coming.

I can't say that I'm looking forward to this the same way you are. And no, knowing what will happen doesn't make it any better. I know that better than anybody else.

Though I will admit I am looking forward to seeing Chani again, and my sister. Duncan, my mother, and Gurney too. You have to savor the good moments when you can, like drops of water in the desert, because they never last.

Especially when you want them to.
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I don't understand why everyone is so worried. I am alive. I am just trapped in this terrible hospital. What is the big deal?? [ What is getting hit by a truck when you are of Imperator's bloodline?

Worst-case scenario, he finally gets a new face via "reconstructive surgery" ( like his mother, after her 4852 car crashes), which he has wanted for some time. Everyone, calm down. ]
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Happy Saturday!

I'm going to be doing a little maintenance today. It will likely cause a tiny interruption of service (specifically for www.dreamwidth.org) on the order of 2-3 minutes while some settings propagate. If you're on a journal page, that should still work throughout!

If it doesn't work, the rollback plan is pretty quick, I'm just toggling a setting on how traffic gets to the site. I'll update this post if something goes wrong, but don't anticipate any interruption to be longer than 10 minutes even in a rollback situation.

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[personal profile] witchimage posting in [community profile] dear_player
Who knew vehicular...misadventures were maternally genetic. Looking forward to bringing him some dead flowers and then almost forgetting him in the hospital at discharge, I suppose.

What timing.

[ In the interim, she'll be over here just...................... INTERNALLY SCREAMING ]

We deserve it, don't we?

Mar. 9th, 2026 07:23 pm
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Barcus lives in a well-appointed home in the Upper City, which is a surprise to most of the people who know both him and the political and social structures of Baldur's Gate. It's a swanky neighborhood, is the thing, and Barcus has never been the sort of man to admit he's well off. It's not something he thinks about; he measures his wealth in the time he has to pursue his private projects, and in that sense he's...comfortable, yes, but there's always going to be something he wants to learn that he can't get around to. Ah, well. Life is too short.

In any case, his home is very nice indeed, though it isn't one of those ridiculous patriar mansions like Cazardor's gothic monstrosity. Three stories, one of which is entirely underground and which houses his equipment. The ground floor is a living area. The top floor is a library, with a collection that impressed Gale the first time he saw it. (Not a tenth the size of his own shelves in Waterdeep, naturally, but a good piece of work nonetheless, never knew you had it in you, Barcus!) Outside is a small walled garden, which he never bothered to grow anything in before, but now that he's "home" again, ostensibly with the ability to travel to and from Caldera as he likes, he's set a few potted plants in place, trying to decide how much care he can remember to give them.

Satchel, to her great credit, has settled into the place like it was made for her. Mornings, she can be found sunning on the patio. At night, she prowls the upper-floor library, as if patrolling for mice. Or bookworms.

Should a visitor from out of town arrive, it would not take much effort to find him. The Ironhand-Gondian alliance has picked up steam fast, gathering immense influence in a short amount of time. His name is known, as is his work, and--perhaps to his detriment, in the long run--his address.

Do come visit!