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Thursday, March 27th, 2008
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2:39 pm - OOC: Just a Shout Out!
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Just giving a shout out that if anything is going on, or starts up, give me a shout over at moniquedelacroix@aol.com. Thanks guys!
-Dira-
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| Friday, January 25th, 2008
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2:32 am - OOC About Dr. Morgan Michaud-Carre
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| Monday, January 21st, 2008
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9:12 pm - Reverend Mother Michael Therese, Diary.
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| Thursday, January 17th, 2008
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6:02 pm - Random Facts About Dr. Carre.
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(As inspired by ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) wolfworks, because I also like to ramble periodically.)
-Loves sweets, especially ecclaires.
-Has a comfortable apartment, with much involvement of rich, touchable fabrics.
-Loves the color purple, for all she cannot easily wear many shades of it.
-Looks best in certain shades of red (though awful in others), black, greens, golds, and certain shades of white, cream, and brown.
-Actually is not terribly fond of children (Caring to those who are her patients, but rather ambivalent to undesirouse of her own), for all they make up a large part of her practice. She does not hate them, sometimes thinks them rather cute, but has limited tolerance on a social level.
-Chretien was the love of her life, mostly because the two of them were so similar, and so well in tune.
-She is rather formal for a French Woman, and could be considerably more romantic than she actually is.
-Does not like dirt, and messes.
-Likes her meat well done to the point that it borders on faux pas in French cooking.
-Detests the scent of most French perfumes.
-Adores the scent of lavender.
-Very much likes chicken paprikas (Hungarian dish involving richly browned chicken in sour cream gravy with paprika) and palacsinta (Hungarian dessert crepes, often served with jam.)
current mood:  creative
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2:24 am - Reverend Mother Michael Therese
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Sample First Person Journal Entry: (Written in a flawless hand)
1 December, 1940. Although Pius XII (may God's blessings shine upon him, and may his hand ever be guided by our Lord) so far seems to wish we maintain a neutral stance on the war, God help me, but I am of two minds as regard this. The agressive stance of the Germans toward my beloved home and its people grow worse. The first time, it was terrible. This time, however, seems different, and all the more malign.
Just yesterday, a delivery man I have seen pass by the school in the mornings on his way to deliver goods for many years was shot dead upon the cobbles down the path, and just beyond our own front gate. I sincerely doubt that that poor old man had violated any rule at all, for all it's such a simple thing these days to do so. One can scarcely help it, and yet survive, in fact. This concerns me greatly. Too many of our neighbors have been killed, or hauled off to God-Only-Knows-Where. Too many good people have already died, and it only seems to be getting worse.
At night, mostly, I hear distant shots, usually singly, sometimes, though, more. It is then that I know another of my countrymen is gone. I pray for their souls, but do not believe that this is all that I can do. Nor all that I should do. I hear rumors. The letters I get from abroad, when they come at all, from my family and friends, from my fellows at other churches and convents across Europe, they speak of terrible things, sometimes, unbelievable things. Unbelievable, that is, did I not know evil when I see it. Again, I can only see this festering, more and more, growing like a terrible cancer across the face of the world. Unless the Germans are stopped, of course. In the meantime, the innocent must be protected from their ravages as best as can be managed...
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| Saturday, January 12th, 2008
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2:34 pm - Doctor Morgan Michaud-Carre's Journal
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(In a slightly inellegant, if reasonably legible scrawl)
December, 1940. My heart aches for the state in which I too often find my patients, of late. So many are sick, and so many sicker than they should be. Since the rations became more strict in September, I've seen more and more who should get well not do so. Too many children losing weight. Too many parents becoming increasingly thin. I do what I can, but I am only one person, and the growing lack of access to proper medicines only compounds the problem.
On a more personal level, I still miss my beloved Chretien with all my heart, yet realize that I must begin to let go. I have mourned him now for a year. I am not an old woman, but likely will not marry again. Of course, who can know the future, I suppose. Still, I feel that I must again begin to live, at least as much as current circumstances allow. I must care again better for myself. My grief does not serve my patients well, and I shall need all of my strength to continue in helping them in these times most particularly.
On a more political note, well, I shall simply say that I hope that this occupation, this war, that all of the ugliness end soon. I do not hold out very much hope, however, as things seem to only be getting worse. Something must be done.
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| Saturday, January 5th, 2008
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9:20 pm - Characters, OOC:
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I shall soon be posting and sending character sheets. I am still researching various and sundry, and do not wish for them to be incomplete.
Meanwhile, I should like to say that the role play so far has rather impressed me. Very nice, and I truly am looking forward to getting started.
-Scary-
current mood: productive
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| Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008
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9:14 pm - Entry Post
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