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Alphonse Moreau Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 1:11 pm
(To be filled out later.)
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 10:28 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 10:30 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 10:39 am
April 29th, 1889
Today I decided to pay a visit to the stables that house Bucephalus, a quagga - or so I was informed - who shall be my charge in this project. An odd looking creature, that. And as curious as he is odd, I daresay. Within the first short while of being in my presence, the creature tried to undo my sleeve buttons.
I had the unexpected fortune of meeting one of my colleagues in the stables as well- a delightful woman named Alva Borghild. It is her little horse, apparently, that the good doctor commented on making steaks out of when I first arrived here...
I do not know what sort of impression I made upon Miss Alva, as I do believe I had been drinking that morning.
Drat, I left my bottle on the floor in the stables. I must go retrieve it today before Bucephalus comes up with a way to get to it and has his first experience with alcohol without me.
Anyroad, I learned from Miss Alva that I should restrain myself from smoking in the presence of the horses- sommat or another about it making them uncomfortable. I must remember that.
Bucephalus himself seems most curious about his stablemate, though I daresay Miss Alva's charge is less enamoured. Ah, but there is plenty of time to wait and see if they become more used to each other's presences. All said, I believe that I will enjoy myself here very much.
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