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[greatlightother]

[Friends Filter- minus Angelica. Honestly, if you think you're here, you are. If you're not sure, ask.]

I need a distr- change. Just something small. Something that maybe no one but me will ever notice, even. I'm going to paint my room and, I suppose I could just ask the Admiral to do it for me, but no. I want to do this without his interference.

I'd like it if anyone would be willing to help, though!

[Infirmary Filter]

Does anyone have any experience with pseudocyesis? [She is just stubbornly hoping she's right.]

[Private to Petronilla]

I need your help tomorrow morning. It won't take long, I promise.

[Spam for Angelica]

[Sveta had been worried for Angelica. But, unfortunately, by the time she was able to get to what Iago had said, it had already been taken down and Sveta could do nothing more than hope the aftermath wasn't as ugly as she anticipated.

...it seemed that hope had been completely dashed. So, as soon as she had a spare moment, she rushed off to find her friend, knocking at the door rather apprehensively.] Angelica. It's Sveta...

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

What sort of help?

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

I just need to move a few things and I can't do it alone.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

You're asking me to do manual labour.

Manual labour. In my condition.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Moving candles and lamps is hardly manual labor.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

Oh, well that makes it better then. Asking me to clean up after you is hardly an insult.

No, no, it's perfectly fine. I'm wearing a peasant's gown, might as well act like one.

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[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

Isn't painting a little.... normal for this place?

That, naturally, means I'll help.

[pause]

Have you talked to Angelica? I... missed all of that, and I've got no idea what to do.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

I'm about to be on my way to see her, actually. Now that I have a spare moment.

I'm not sure if there's anything I can do, either. But...I'm going to try.

Thank you, though. For...offering to help.

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[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

Let me know if there's anything I can do. I was too caught up in something else to even notice at the time.

Sveta, did you think I wouldn't help? It'll be fun. In a weird sort of way.

Re: private

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

I will, I promise. Caught up in something, though? It might have been something big.

[Pause.]

I'm hoping it will be. Just come after lunch.

Re: private

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

Nothing too important, just... time occupying. Don't worry about it.

After lunch it is. Provided I can find something appropriate to wear.

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[deepdowndark.livejournal.com]

Depends who else is helping, Svetlana. I... might not be much use in painting, but I can offer other help. I'm probably stronger than most other people you know.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Actually, that will be helpful when it's all over with. If you want to help me put my room back in order, I mean.

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[deepdowndark.livejournal.com]

I think I can do that. You did get me some books, after all.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

...did you read them?

[Spam]

[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

[Angelica had been "reading". The book was in her lap, and she was vaguely registering the words as she turned the page, but the story was passing her by.

She hadn't left her cabin in some time. It was just easier this way, not dealing.

She rose upon hearing the knock at her door, wary only until she heard Sveta's voice on the other side. Angelica answered it with a soft smile, propping herself up between the threshold and the door.]

Madam. How now?

[Spam]

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

[Sveta returned the smile sadly and held out a few of the chocolates she had stolen from Howie's room as an offering.]

I took these from Neil but...I thought you and I could have them instead. He won't miss them, I promise.

[She hesitated.] Well, even if he does, I don't care.

[Spam]

[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

[Angelica actually laughed. It was nothing remarkable, nothing particularly joyous, but it was still a little bit of amusement. She took the chocolates from Sveta with a bit of a nod.]

Aye, Sveta, thank you for stealing these for me. No need to stand in the corridor, come in.

[She stepped back into her cabin, expecting her friend to follow. She picked her through the array of objects on the floor, skirts lifted over her shoes to keep herself from tripping.] Oh, and pardon the....chaos, I suppose. The urge to tidy seems to have passed me by.

[Spam]

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

I don't mind. [She stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. She didn't really mind the mess too much. It wasn't really the point. But...it was rather telling.]

And you're welcome. We all can use a bit of chocolate every now and again. [Following Angelica, she shoved her hands into her pockets nervously.]

Friend Filter

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

You know my answer already.

Friend Filter

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

I know! And I'll see you tomorrow after lunch!

Thank you.

Friend Filter

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

I'll see you then.

And you're welcoem.

[Private]

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

I do not know of this. Is someone ill?

[Private]

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

It is...hm...false pregnancy.

No. No one is ill.

[Private]

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

I am sorry, I would not know of these womanly troubles.

[Private]

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

It's alright, Victor. Thank you for your concern, though.