Below are the 18 most recent journal entries recorded in timov_of_algul's LiveJournal:

Monday, November 15th, 2004
1:36 am	Lately, young Vir has spent a great deal of time... ... occupying himself with these silly oracles. After trying one myself, I must say that the fascination continues to perplex me. ( The Oracle's Results ) There are some matters on which this oracle is accurate. Still, it seems a frivolous use of one's time. Current Mood: bored (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 10th, 2004
10:43 pm	If you won the equivalent of $2,000, and had to spend it, what would you spend it on? Despite what certain emperors have decreed in centuries past, I have kept my eye on various economic interests in the Republic. There's no sense in denying that fact. I am House Mollari's financial manager in fact if not in name. So if I were given the equivalent of 2,000 credits in ducats, I would invest it, wisely, in our world's trade. I cannot control my husband's political choices or his habit of volunteering me for additional duties or hiring new bodyguards without my approval. Our financial security, however, is something I can control. And how I respond to my husband's choices- this I can control as well. Indeed, I have come to the conclusion that my potential usefulness here on Babylon 5 has not revealed itself, regardless of Vir's good intentions in extending the invitation. I have booked passage on a liner headed for Centauri Prime and will be leaving tomorrow evening. In the meantime, I have invited Vir and Londo to my guest quarters for one final meal. Current Mood: practical (37 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 15th, 2004
5:35 pm	Do you confront your problems head on, or ignore them until you have to do something? I see no sense in allowing problems to fester. Procrastination will only cause more trouble for all involved in the long run. So if, for example, a certain individual were to make a decision for our house without consulting me, naturally, I would confront him at once. Current Mood: annoyed (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 14th, 2004
11:05 pm	Do you believe in an afterlife? I try never to contemplate matters of metaphysics for long. My concern has always been for this realm and how I may live my life, however brief it shall surely be, in a way that is honorable and decent. Whether I go on after my death in some other form or dissipate into dust matters little if I have left the universe a better place at my passing- with nothing unfinished. Regarding notions of reward or judgment after death, it has been my experience that both things come in due time before we all breathe our last. Because there is no greater judge of sin and virtue than the very judge who sits within one's own breast. It is biological, our conscience, like the course of our body fluids and the rhythm of our heartsbeat. I have known only a few beings who appeared to lack it entirely. The rest- the rest heed it with varying degrees of faithfulness, depending on the strength of their pride, ambition and foolishness. But all who have deviated have felt its tyranny. Oh, yes- I dare say there are some here who know this quite well. Current Mood: calm (17 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 27th, 2004
4:37 pm	Three days later It seems I will always be consigned to waiting each instance I set foot on this station. Still, I must compliment our young, anxious Vir on his efforts- the guest quarters he arranged are more than adequate and the meal he prepared for my arrival was quite impressive. He has left now to retrieve Londo from an afternoon meeting, giving me a little time to contemplate our conversation. I remain uncertain as to the purpose of my presence here, but the child is firmly convinced that my husband needs me. We shall see. Londo has hardly been receptive to my advice in the past, a fact I took care to point out to Vir. "But you came anyway," Vir said quietly, watching me with a steady, searching gaze. I found myself hesitating for a brief moment, suddenly uncomfortable. "Yes." "Londo doesn't always listen to me either, Lady Timov. But that doesn't mean he doesn't still want us here trying to help him. And I think... I think maybe on some level, you understand that too." Vir looked down at his plate. "He's been hurt... badly. I-I-I've only recently started to discover just how much. He needs as many people as possible on his side." I touched his hand lightly. "I can make no guarantees, Vir. But I will try to provide whatever counsel I can." Then I added, "At the very least, arguing with me might serve as a sufficient distraction." That brought a shy smile to Vir's face and he looked me in the eye once more. "There," I said. "That's better. You are carrying far too much worry around with you, Vir. It does not suit someone so young." Then I attempted to shift the conversation to more pleasant topics. I relayed some messages from Traja and Elpida, who have been asking after Vir ever since our brief sojourn to Minbar. And I informed Vir that the children's nurse had taken a bit of a shining to him as well, something which caused Vir to blush in a most endearing manner. It was clear to me that Vir was sorely in need of some distraction as well, and I was quite willing to provide it. The boy has the most mysterious power of bringing that out in me. Timov is interrupted by her door signal. Current Mood: contemplative (16 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, July 25th, 2004
9:04 pm	Private message to londo_mollari: For a time, I had contemplated the possibility of catching you completely unawares just for the amusement of seeing your face, but... I am writing to inform you that I shall be arriving on Babylon 5 in three days time. Do not worry- your young friend has promised to see to all of the arrangements. He is deeply concerned for your well being after recent events and is of the mind that I may be of help to you. Youthful idealism is quite charming at times. But perhaps Vir is right. Perhaps you will benefit from the presence of a sober and practical head. Timov Current Mood: worried (Comment on this)
Saturday, July 10th, 2004
11:56 am	What would your dream occupation be? Nothing impossibly romantic. When I was a young lady, I merely wished to inherit my grandfather's business. My grandfather became wealthy through trade with the Humans- wealthy enough, in fact, that he was able to purchase a seat on the Centaurum and a noble title. I knew quite early on that I had inherited his business sense, and if I had had any choice in the matter, I would've seized those reins and sought my own livelihood. I have always wished to have a word with Emperor Cesaro, who decreed centuries ago that a lady would not be permitted to inherit her family's fortune. What sense is there in such a rule, which bottles up the talent of half of our race? Current Mood: irritated (15 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 13th, 2004
11:48 am	Normalcy When the world around us is in a state of panic, I have always found it best to carry on with the daily minutiae- the routines and ordinary chores by which we mark the majority of our time. And so this morning- our first on Centauri Prime since our abrupt departure from Minbar a few days ago- I rose before the sunrise- as I have every morning for the past few years- and sorted through our finances. Perhaps this might strike you as a cold and callous choice, but I shall not wilt in the face of worry. At the very least, the affectation of normalcy will serve to reassure the children. And perhaps myself. Despite my determination, however, this day did not unfold in the typical manner. Andra was in the midst of a recitation under the guidance of his tutor when I was summoned to our door by Dunseny, who wore the expression of one who had heard something most unexpected. Our visitor was a member of the palace guard. “Lady Timov,” the guard began, bowing his head slightly in respect, “I have been ordered to escort you to the palace for a private audience with the Regent.” “The Regent?” I said in disbelief. “The Regent has denied private audiences to all but his most trusted advisors. To what do I owe this honor?” Naturally, the guard, who was a little more than a boy, was hardly forthcoming. But only one with a death wish would dare refuse an order from the palace, and so I left the children in the care of the staff, assuring all present that I would return. In all my life, I have never had a more disturbing meeting. I have met Virini at a few court functions before today and he has always struck me as a pleasant natured, perfectly harmless fop. But his current position, it would seem, has sent him into an inexplicable distemper. In fact, I fear he is on the very edge of madness. When the Regent at last emerged from his private study after a lengthy wait, his face was drained of all color, his hands quivered, and his eyes popped in muted terror of things unseen. “Excellency? Are you quite well?” I asked after I had paid my respects in the customary manner. “Should I summon the royal physician?” “No!” the Regent cried, his face seized with panic. “No, you mustn’t. I will be all right, my lady… after a time.” Curiously, his hand floated up towards his shoulder, lingered there in midair for a moment, then fell once more to his side. “Not much longer.” He laughed, a giddy, unbalanced sound that echoed through the empty throne room. “Excellency?” “I had always feared the vision of my death,” the Regent continued as if he had not heard me. “The smell of fire and death… the shadow beside me… but I have met the shadow now… and I no longer fear the end.” Then, as if some force inside him had pressed a switch, his eyes darkened and his face fell. “I had hoped for a brief while, my lady, that the Great Maker in his mercy had given Londo his freedom. But that is not to be.” Confused beyond measure and frightened for Virini’s sanity, I said, “If Londo does not have his freedom, it is only because he has chosen not to take it. Excellency, why have you sent for me? To disturb me with riddles for which the answers lay buried?” The Regent’s face hardened. “Prime Minister Mollari must be found,” he replied. “And there shall be no disruptions… no sabotage of the investigation. Oh no… they do not take kindly to interference.” “They? Who are they?” As soon as the question dropped from my lips, the Regent swayed, his face contorting in pain. When he spoke again, he nearly squeaked with the strain. “The station Deep Space Nine… Londo’s abductors were there two days ago… you must tell the authorities on Babylon 5. He must be found…” “How do you know this, Excellency? And who-“ Apoplexy. “Go! Go now!” the Regent roared, his eyes wild with rage and, even more, fear. “No more questions, my lady- you would not survive the answers.” Not being a foolish woman, I made my swift exit then, my hearts racing in my breast. Great Maker help us all. Young Vir looked very poorly when I contacted him. I did not share with him my terror for the Regent, for I believed he had too much to handle already. “Have you been eating?” I asked him after I had told him what I knew. “I-I-I had a little…” Vir sighed and looked down at his hands. “No, Lady Timov. Not really. I-I just haven’t been hungry.” It was then that I started contemplating the possibility of booking a transport to Babylon 5. “Vir, you have been ill. You must look after yourself.” Vir’s eyes fluttered closed. “I know… I just…” He could say nothing more than that, and for a long moment he seemed on the verge of weeping in frustration. But then he took a deep, shuddering breath, clenched his jaw and straightened his shoulders. “Let station security handle the investigation for a time, Vir,” I said. “They are professionals- this is what they are there for, is it not?” The boy did not reply. “Go. Take in a meal and sleep. I shall not keep you any longer.” When I had closed the connection, I turned to find Traja standing in the doorway. “Have you finished your mathematics?” I asked. “No, m’lady. What’s happened to the Prime Minister? Will they ever find him?” Leaning down, I placed my hand on his small shoulder and gently propelled him into the corridor. “Yes. Yes, they will find him. But you should not have to worry about such things, Traja. You should be focused on your lessons.” I shall carry on and run my household as I always have. Current Mood: determined (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 26th, 2004
12:48 pm	The vacation is aborted. Note: For the context of this entry, please see londo_mollari's latest. I shall never forgive Londo if he does not return alive. The gods know he's made more than his fair share of enemies, and the eternally uncharitable voice in my mind is at this moment inclined to blame my husband's own moral weakness and folly for our current circumstance. Damn him. I have just returned from seeing young Vir off. He is accompanying Citizen G'Kar aboard White Star 8. The poor child was stirred into such a fright by G'Kar's communication that I feared he would give himself an attack of apoplexy. "G'Kar, don't leave without me!" Vir cried in a panic just as G'Kar was about to close his connection. "I'm coming with you!" What followed was a frenzied hurry to gather Vir's things and a great deal of inexplicable self-recrimination. "I should never have left him alone," Vir said as he closed his luggage. "I-I should never have agreed to leave. This is all my fault. I-I-I could've-" I firmly seized Vir's face in my hands to stop the barrage. "What? What could you have done, Vir? You must calm yourself at once, or you will be of little use to anyone." A small sob escaped and I felt tears drop onto my fingers. Then Vir took a deep, ragged breath and struggled to collect himself. "You're right... you're right... I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." "Hush now," I said. "We are all frightened, but we must keep our wits about us." Vir nodded silently in response and stiffened his jaw. And when he at last arrived on the landing pad and united with G'Kar, he walked with his shoulders straight, trying desperately to stay together. You could still see it in his eyes, however- the overwhelming fear for Londo's well being. It is a fear I find, despite- or perhaps because of- my history with Londo Mollari, that I share. May the gods help us all. Current Mood: scared (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 25th, 2004
12:15 am	Timov’s Travel Diaries, I: Vir Private; invisible to all muses As foolish as my husband is, I must admit he is capable of an occasional good idea. In one day only, young Vir has proven himself an endearing companion. I’m afraid he’s still somewhat in terror of me, however, which is a source of some regret- and not a little annoyance with my husband, who no doubt filled the boy’s head with all manner of exaggerated tales about my temper. When Vir met us in Customs in Yedor, he was tugging and pulling at his fingers in a most fretful manner and was in such a hurry to apologize for the unpleasantness of our journey that his words fell from his mouth only partially formed. “A mechanical malfunction is hardly your fault, Vir,” I said in reply, wincing slightly as I shifted Elpida, who was at that moment in a deep slumber, to relieve some of the weight on my hip. Vir relaxed only a little. “Now, I am uncertain of the way, so you will have to lead.” “Yes, of course… but, um… would you like me to help with…” Vir waved his hand at Elpida, “I mean, I could carry her for awhile. I-I’m sure you’re tired from the flight.” “Are you quite sure, Vir? You have been ill.” “Oh, it’s no trouble,” Vir said, and not for the last time. He grunted softly when I transferred the child to his arms- and he was a little flushed by the time we took our seats in the flyer that would take us to our residence outside of the city. But not once did he complain- not even when boisterous Traja added to his burden by seizing hold of his trouser leg and barraging him with questions about his life on Babylon 5. “Did you really meet a real technomage?” This was Traja’s question as he bounced into the seat beside Vir. “Well, yes, sort of,” Vir said, his patience remarkably in tact. “But I don’t think he really liked me very much. Oh, hello there.” As the flyer lifted from the ground, Elpida had stirred and opened her eyes. When she saw the view outside the window, she tensed in Vir’s lap. “High,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “It’s nice to meet…” Vir began, but he stopped and furrowed his brow when Elpida shook her head. “Oh, you mean…” Vir shot a glance at the landscape below. “Yes, I guess it is. But you know what I do in situations like this?” Elpida shook her head again. “I just take a deep breath and try not to think about it.” Vir then closed his eyes, took a great breath, puffed out his cheeks, and in a single instant won the trust, laughter and admiration of the two smallest children. For the remainder of the day, the three were virtually inseparable. “If I didn’t know better,” I said to Vir that evening before supper when I had at last captured a moment alone with him, “I would say that you have cared for children before.” Vir looked up from the vegetables he was preparing, his face coloring. “I have some younger cousins, but… no, not really. I… I’ve always wanted a family, though.” There was such a softness in his eyes that I felt moved to touch him. Resting my hand lightly on his back, I said, “Perhaps it will happen in time. You are still young.” Hope and sadness and something else I can’t quite name combined in a single smile. “In a strange way,” Vir said slowly, tilting his head in thought, “I think part of that dream has happened already. It’s not what I expected- but maybe it’s not supposed to be.” Whenever Londo has spoken of Vir, he has always done so with great fondness. Tonight, I believe I am truly beginning to understand why. That he survives with all his fragile hope- with all his dreams and wonder and wisdom- is a miracle. And I do not say this lightly, for I have always been skeptical of miracles. Current Mood: touched (Comment on this)
Saturday, May 8th, 2004
12:12 pm	An early morning encounter [Invisible to all muses; set the morning after dinner with Londo, G'Kar and the children.] Over the years, I have become accustomed to rising just before the first rays of sunlight hit the horizon- the brief period of our day in which the capital city is at peace, with only the bubbling of the fountains breaking the silence. And in the past few years especially, as the household has grown into equal parts nursery, school, playground, boarding house and political center, I have come to dearly value the solitude of those first few hours. This morning, I had company. He was sitting alone in our front room in his dressing gown, his face barely illuminated by the predawn light filtering in from the window. For a time, he did not notice my presence- and for some reason, I did not feel compelled to announce it. There was something in his posture that kept me in silence. Watching. Waiting. When Londo finally did turn and catch my gaze, he flashed me a half smile that did not reach his eyes. “Ah. Timov, my dove. Good morning. You slept well, I trust?” “No,” I said. “Traja woke up an hour after we put him to bed and was up half the night moaning over an upset stomach.” I folded my arms and stared hard at my husband. “You were slipping him extra tarts while my back was turned, weren’t you?” Londo stood and huffed and puffed in a satisfyingly revealing fashion. “That is a spurious lie!” “Hm! Between you and G’Kar, it’s wonder I kept any discipline at all last night.” “And that is all you have to say, my darling? Not a word about the pleasantness of the company?” Londo wagged his finger in my direction. “Do not think I did not see you smiling when G’Kar carried Traja to his room.” There was something rather fetching about the strange tableau. I confess I saw some glimmer of hope in it. Traja is too young to hate- to distrust. Seeing him in G’Kar’s arms, I was suddenly caught with a rather pleasing, though probably foolish, notion that perhaps he would never start. I myself have never thought much of the Narn, but if the children were to avoid our world’s black mark upon their souls, I cannot say that I would not be happier for it. “G’Kar… is more than I expected,” I said at last after a silence had passed between us. Then, remembering certain indiscretions, I added, “And less.” Londo released a low laugh that rumbled through the room, then transformed into a sigh. He turned away from me and, pulling back the curtains, opened the front window with a click of the latch. A breeze rustled through the room, bringing with it the smell of salt water and blossoms. Londo breathed in deeply. Then, after a time, he asked me a question that caught me off guard. “Did you read the works of Petracco when you were a young lady?” “I did,” I replied, narrowing my eyes somewhat as I attempted to follow the new direction of my husband’s conversation. “I found his poetry most unrealistic.” Petracco spoke of choosing love. But a lady has no such liberty. Londo laughed again, but this time, it was a brief, almost desolate sound. “If I were still young and foolish, I might’ve disagreed with you,” he said, and I was tempted to point out that while his youth had certainly faded, the matter of his foolishness was still in question. But he spoke again before I could open my mouth. “There was a time long ago when I believed love in perfect freedom could exist. That time has long since passed.” Sighing, he turned to face me once again. “He will never find a place here. Duty,” he dropped the word as if it tasted bitter, “has seen to that.” Realizing at once the implications of his words, I could not restrain myself. “You… fool. Why do you continue to live your life as if your were born in prison? Haven’t you any strength at all? Any will?” Londo’s temper flared, then faded to sad resignation. “Perhaps I have not,” he said with broken honesty. “Perhaps I bartered that away years ago.” Despite myself, I found my heart was no longer in the mood to fight. Still, there were things that needed to be said. “Yet you continue to lie with G’Kar as if he were a common whore?” I asked, my voice measurably softer. “If you believe you cannot rise to be the man G’Kar needs you to be, then you must tell him and make an end of it before he discovers it for himself.” “I know,” Londo whispered. “I know what it is I have to do. I am drowning alive from the knowledge of it.” Agitated, he brushed past me into the dim corridor, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Right now, as I recount this, I cannot help but remember Londo as he was in the early days of our marriage. I cannot help but remember all the mornings I found him gazing out the window mournfully humming an unfamiliar melody. I cannot help but wonder if the damage was already done by then. And though I have promised myself that I will not take the risk, I find I cannot help but pity him even as he angers me, for in his own weakness, he has chosen not to be free. Current Mood: contemplative (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 23rd, 2004
10:00 pm	Which is better: democracy or monarchy? (And Londo & G'Kar arrive) At the moment, as I recover from the preparations for the arrival of Londo and Citizen G’Kar, I find myself favoring the second. It takes a certain monarchial bearing to keep a household in order and to assure that all the children are washed and properly dressed- including Traja, who has decided with the most frustrating defiance of a boy of five seasons that he despises the bath. A brief scrubbing was all we could manage despite the combined efforts and exertions of Ilia and myself. And alas! There is still dirt behind the boy’s ears. But I wager you are speaking in more public terms. Very well. Democracy seems to me a uniquely fragile- though to my mind strangely admirable- system of government. It is most difficult to bring to life and far more difficult to maintain. Even the Humans, who, I understand, are rather accustomed to the idea, have suffered terribly during the past few years in their attempts to preserve it. And what of my own people? I fear democracy can only be a long distant goal for the Centauri. My generation hardly knows the taste of it and I do not know that many of us would survive such a change if it came overnight in revolution. No matter our station and no matter how much we may individually despise the men who now rule from the palace, we all, in some way, have the habits of monarchy irrevocably written onto our hearts. But I shall not let that prevent me from seeking hope wherever it might be. Andra Jaddo, the oldest of the children but one, looks more like his father with every passing day- and at times it seems as if he has absorbed his father’s principle and courage as well. And then there is Vir. What I know of the young man is limited, but there is an air of innocence about him that seems to persist, impossibly, in the middle of the maelstrom. Perhaps it is Andra and Vir and others like them who will succeed where we cannot… … And that will have to be the entirety of my answer for now, as I have just been summoned by Ilia. Londo has arrived at last, a full hour later than we were told to expect him. I do hope he’s sober, but I’m not foolish enough to expect it. Current Mood: hopeful (45 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 6th, 2004
5:39 pm	How do you handle confrontation? I have never concerned myself with my husband’s sexual habits. He can sleep with every last hussy in the imperial harem and every last duelist in the Couro Prido for all I care. But the fool has picked what is quite possibly the most breathtakingly inconvenient moment to indulge in his incomprehensible carnal fantasies if the rumors on Centauri Prime possess even a hint of truth. The stability of our current government- led by the Regent, who is rarely seen, and said fool, Great Maker help us- is precarious as it is. Gossip mongers and other assorted political vultures having been knocking at my door continuously since that wretched tabloid went public. All of them tried my patience so severely that I eventually set xena_princess and Lady Gabriel to the task of guarding the entrance to our property, in full armor, so that I might have a simple moment’s peace and so that the children may be protected. I will not have imbeciles in this house leering over my husband’s inclinations with the children about to hear. I did have an opportunity to speak with young Vir, who looked most distressed, his face the most brilliant crimson I have ever seen. At first, he claimed that Londo was heading for Earth to speak to their President Clark, but the boy is a terrible liar and I demanded at once that he tell me the truth of things. Alas, he remained frustratingly evasive as to my husband’s whereabouts. He has been trained well. Whether this is a good thing is a matter of some debate. I don’t know that I shall forgive Londo for this nonsense if he should show his face here. The entire business has set my teeth on edge and makes my head ache frightfully and I suspect that should I have the opportunity to confront Londo in the near future, I will not be able to restrain myself. Which brings me to the recent question asked here about how we all handle confrontation. Perhaps this will not provide sufficient distraction from current irritations, but I will answer the query briefly nonetheless. I find the use of blades or fists to be very coarse and uncivilized. The tongue is a far more refined weapon and the one I most often use. Our Daggair often complained of my inclination to draw others into “verbal fencing matches,” but I see no reason to remain silent in the face of foolishness or contemptible behavior. It is absurd, this expectation that I must duck and blush and pretend I have no mind because I am a woman. Even Daggair and Mariel (whose recent association with Vir is worrying to me) know that this behavior is pretense for most noble ladies, a façade behind which they are just as manipulative and cunning and power hungry as their men. Why bother with the games when honesty is far simpler? Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: An argument outside (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004
5:06 am	xena_princess and her companion have arrived at last... ... though I am quite surprised they managed to survive given the state of the ship's hull. The household is now in utter disorder. A terrific thunderstorm has blown in from the north and our retainer Ilia is in fits over the mud that has been tracked into the house. And the children are quite fascinated by Lady Xena's armor and her weaponry and will not leave her be despite my reminders that she and her companion no doubt wish to rest after their long and dangerous journey. It would seem the rest of my correspondence will have to wait until this chaos is sufficiently quelled. Current Mood: busy (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, March 13th, 2004
10:56 am	If you were left on a desert island, what three things would you take along? I would see that the essentials- food and a decent water supply- are attended to first. It is most impractical to bring along trinkets and personal luxuries without assuring your own survival first. But, as it may surprise certain individuals to learn, I am not completely devoid of sentiment. Should I find myself in such an unfortunate circumstance, there is an heirloom I would like bring among my supplies: a piece of jewelry with a fine blue gem that my father obtained as a gift for me on the eve of my marriage. There are an infinite number of topics that Londo and I have never discussed, and the subject of our family lives is among them. But years ago when Londo received word of his father's approaching death, I remember he fell into such a black melancholy that I could not help but wonder over the nature of his relationship with Cassio Mollari. My own father was perhaps too anxious to obtain the favor of our nobility, but I find I am unable to resent him for it. He was an intelligent, decent man and I never wanted for his attentions. And in this, I suspect that I am most fortunate indeed. Current Mood: contemplative (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, February 21st, 2004
3:00 pm	What do you want on your tombstone? That is a rather morbid question. Still, in recent times I have been treated to several reminders of our mortality- not the least of these being the sight of a fleet of alien ships darkening our sky- so such things are difficult to put completely out of mind. Among my people, death, especially of a politician of high rank, is marked by a celebration as ostentatious as any other. I should hope that those who survive me avoid such conspicuousness. I prefer honesty. I have been to the tombs and temples outside the capital city. Most of them are cold, empty, ridiculously elaborate and reverential places that speak to none of the realities of our world. Naturally, my husband had an incomprehensible fondness for them… …though it is true that he rarely speaks of his old romanticized notions now. Perhaps at last Londo has found some wisdom. (Then again, I hesitate to describe his latest decision to pursue whatever mysterious danger has delayed Lady Xena as “wisdom.”) But regarding your inquiry: To my mind, there is no greater honor than to be remembered as a woman who lived her life with principle, morality and fortitude. All else is mere dross. Current Mood: determined (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 29th, 2004
1:42 pm	Topic 6: Virginity How did you lose your virginity? *slap* Do you really expect me to answer such an impertinent question? Unlike certain people, I understand the value of concealment and modesty. *draws herself up to her full diminutive height and exits* Current Mood: infuriated (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, January 26th, 2004
10:40 am	Introduction I am Timov, daughter of Algul, and I am married to a man who is quite possibly the world’s greatest fool. I never cared to be married, but my father, one of the wealthiest merchants on Centauri Prime, desired a blood union with one of the Great Houses and I, being a woman, had no true recourse to object. A true disgrace- that was Londo Mollari when I first met him. He was drunk, uncouth and made himself quite clear that he was just as undesiring of the marriage as I. A most despicable, unlovable and unimpressive specimen of nobility. And yet… No. It is best to banish such foolish thoughts. Whenever Londo and I are in each other’s presence, we inevitably find entirely new ways to injure each other. Moreover, now that Londo is a potential candidate for the throne- Great Maker help us all- rekindling any sort of relationship would only mean subjecting myself to more functions at the royal court, an avenue that I despise to the very core of my being. The truth is, I have grown comfortable in my current position of head of House Mollari in fact if not in name. With Londo off on his galactic escapades, the responsibility has fallen to me to see to the finances, to manage the upkeep of the estate, and to care for the children who now live within its walls. Oh, those children are not ours, gods no, but are the heirs of Urza Jaddo and a few others I have taken in for charitable reasons. It was one of those children, in fact, who informed me of this strange multidimensional community. And I see Londo has already discovered it and has subjected all of you to his endless prattling on. Oh, yes- the man loves to hear himself talk and is never content in any room unless he is the center of attention. I feel sympathy for the poor boy who serves as his aide and must deal with him on a daily basis. I at least have the benefit of distance. As I have said in the past, the secret of our marriage’s success is our lack of communication. Current Mood: satisfied (7 Comments |Comment on this)