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[Private to the Admiral | Text]
[This again. At least it's not to any non-existent saints.]
As it is time for my yearly venture into materialism but thankfully with the baggage of commercial purchase, let's get this out of the way.
For Ben, I would like him to have a copy of the instrumental sheet music from La Traviata. It's an opera I'm fond of and would like to share with him.
For Perry, I would like him to have a small statuette of the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz. [Rhade does love his symbolism.] I repeat, of modest size. Not something that would make it impossible to enter his door and not something inscrutably tiny.
For Kozak, I would like him to have a book of Shakespearean plays. I think he could benefit from reading some, and might find some unexpected characters to identify with.
For Wanda, she's been looking for some new outfits so I would like to give her some sturdy Nietzschean clothes. [He considers also giving her a copy of Medea, but chooses not to.] Also, a matching collar for her beast of a dog.
For Lua, I would like her to [break the eff up with her very creepy boyfriend] have some jigsaw puzzles of varying difficulty. She's very bright and deserves the challenge.
[And now the tough one.] For Dylan, I would like him to have a picture of his parents. His desk could use some more clutter besides the ones he already owns, and family is very important.
For Charles and Erik, give them some very strong Vedran wine and a note saying, "Because I know you need it." The same for Angua.
Anyone else I will get gifts for at the first opportunity.
[Letter to Una | Text]
[A letter dropped over the railing of the boat in hopes that it might reach her.]
To the insufferable Miss Persson,
Stated, of course, with all the affection in the world. There's been a space missing in my life since the day we said good-bye. I still notice that I don't wake to the sound of you singing in the shower in the next room, and that the smell of perfume has faded to memory on the scarf you left me. I'm back aboard the Barge temporarily as a favor to Braxiatel and now to T'Pol and I comment often on how much I despise the ship. Honestly, though you'll never get me to admit it in the middle of a good rant, many of those terrible hateful thoughts are favorably tainted with your soft sweater or having your company afterwards.
It feels as though it's been forever since I've last seen you, and while I can let go of things that I can't change, I don't think I can stop loving them for what they are. To know that you're out there somewhere and much happier for being on your own, being the woman that so many admired and I was all too fortunate to have for a short time, I believe is enough to carry me through.
Braxiatel is well, and Anisette is healthy and intelligent. I have found Dylan again through the Barge and he has been successful where I failed, just as I always hoped. It's nice to be shown that the one time that I had blind faith in someone I was not let down and despite everything he found it within him to forgive me and even care about me again. That's so much more than I thought would be possible. I may not ever be able to look past my mistakes or live without dedicating myself to correcting them, but now I know that correcting them is possible and I can live a more successful and productive life for it.
Yet your absence is still felt, your love is still valued, and I hope the next time you have a chance you sit down and play a game of Go with me in mind (and steal one of your opponent's stones while you're at it). Take care of yourself, and I'll see you around the universe.
[Open Spam]
[Compared to immediately after the hotel, Rhade is in a much better mood (as good a mood as a cynical Nietzschean can ever be in). He's not minding company in his room again, walking with more of a stride, and generally getting more around the ship than he usually does. Even taking time to make a healthy stack of snowballs on the deck in hopes that he can start launching them at particular tiny Time Lords that might appear and be convenient to aim at.
That's where he ends up waiting the longest, hunkered down and waiting in a long coat with sleeves tailored to his boneblades. Were he a big cat again, his tail would be twitching to and fro.]
[This again. At least it's not to any non-existent saints.]
As it is time for my yearly venture into materialism but thankfully with the baggage of commercial purchase, let's get this out of the way.
For Ben, I would like him to have a copy of the instrumental sheet music from La Traviata. It's an opera I'm fond of and would like to share with him.
For Perry, I would like him to have a small statuette of the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz. [Rhade does love his symbolism.] I repeat, of modest size. Not something that would make it impossible to enter his door and not something inscrutably tiny.
For Kozak, I would like him to have a book of Shakespearean plays. I think he could benefit from reading some, and might find some unexpected characters to identify with.
For Wanda, she's been looking for some new outfits so I would like to give her some sturdy Nietzschean clothes. [He considers also giving her a copy of Medea, but chooses not to.] Also, a matching collar for her beast of a dog.
For Lua, I would like her to [break the eff up with her very creepy boyfriend] have some jigsaw puzzles of varying difficulty. She's very bright and deserves the challenge.
[And now the tough one.] For Dylan, I would like him to have a picture of his parents. His desk could use some more clutter besides the ones he already owns, and family is very important.
For Charles and Erik, give them some very strong Vedran wine and a note saying, "Because I know you need it." The same for Angua.
Anyone else I will get gifts for at the first opportunity.
[Letter to Una | Text]
[A letter dropped over the railing of the boat in hopes that it might reach her.]
To the insufferable Miss Persson,
Stated, of course, with all the affection in the world. There's been a space missing in my life since the day we said good-bye. I still notice that I don't wake to the sound of you singing in the shower in the next room, and that the smell of perfume has faded to memory on the scarf you left me. I'm back aboard the Barge temporarily as a favor to Braxiatel and now to T'Pol and I comment often on how much I despise the ship. Honestly, though you'll never get me to admit it in the middle of a good rant, many of those terrible hateful thoughts are favorably tainted with your soft sweater or having your company afterwards.
It feels as though it's been forever since I've last seen you, and while I can let go of things that I can't change, I don't think I can stop loving them for what they are. To know that you're out there somewhere and much happier for being on your own, being the woman that so many admired and I was all too fortunate to have for a short time, I believe is enough to carry me through.
Braxiatel is well, and Anisette is healthy and intelligent. I have found Dylan again through the Barge and he has been successful where I failed, just as I always hoped. It's nice to be shown that the one time that I had blind faith in someone I was not let down and despite everything he found it within him to forgive me and even care about me again. That's so much more than I thought would be possible. I may not ever be able to look past my mistakes or live without dedicating myself to correcting them, but now I know that correcting them is possible and I can live a more successful and productive life for it.
Yet your absence is still felt, your love is still valued, and I hope the next time you have a chance you sit down and play a game of Go with me in mind (and steal one of your opponent's stones while you're at it). Take care of yourself, and I'll see you around the universe.
Still yours,
Collector Gaheris Rhade
Collector Gaheris Rhade
[Open Spam]
[Compared to immediately after the hotel, Rhade is in a much better mood (as good a mood as a cynical Nietzschean can ever be in). He's not minding company in his room again, walking with more of a stride, and generally getting more around the ship than he usually does. Even taking time to make a healthy stack of snowballs on the deck in hopes that he can start launching them at particular tiny Time Lords that might appear and be convenient to aim at.
That's where he ends up waiting the longest, hunkered down and waiting in a long coat with sleeves tailored to his boneblades. Were he a big cat again, his tail would be twitching to and fro.]
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