This thread for those who are a tad shy about really overt flirting. This is the place for furtive glances, a slight reddening of the cheeks, or if you're feeling bold, a full-on blush.
All are welcome.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
I'll get out my fan. Nothing says "flirting Victorian style" than looking coyly over a hand fan.
Posted by MLLASH on :
Goodness Sakes, Semi! Your ankles are exposed. Won't you please don a few extra pairs of stockings, before I make quite the fool of myself.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Quislet, be so kind as to lend me your fan. I shan't be seen to twitter in public.
(Note to self: loosen suspenders so that trouser's will not ride so high.)
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Semi, luckily I keep an extra fan in my handbag for just such an emergency.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Satchel, Quislet, it's a satchel. Handbag! - my word - you are such a kidder.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Well I hope this thread does not become impertinent or I may get the vapors!
Posted by Vee on :
But Quis, fans are wonderful for when one gets the vapors! We can all gather around and use our fans to soothe you with fanned air. And I might be so bold as to massage your wrist (but only if it's absolutely necessary and unquestionably called for!)
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Oh and I may need a drop of sherry! Solely for medicinal purposes.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
A withering glance from the rest of us should nip any impertinence in the bud. But should you feel faint, Quislet, we have a divan (not to be confused with the "couch" or "sofa" in that naughty thread) for your repose
Posted by MLLASH on :
My apologies, but I'm afraid I must lay permanent claim to the fainting divan. The exposed ankles and shameless wrist massaging have made me quite weak in the knees.
Posted by Pariscub on :
Beware my good friend, I am told that this is THE divan they use in another infamous thread on this noble forum.
Better be on the safe side and ask Jeeves to bring us a chair....
Posted by Troy on :
Troy's Divan Replacement Service - you called? We'll have this nasty one replaced by a fine new one in a tufted brocade. Should go well with the flocked wall-paper and wainscotting.
Posted by Pariscub on :
Thank you Troy, my good man. This brocade is indeed fantastic and fits perfectly well with the dark mahogany wood panels.
There, Mmlash, you can sit without risking staining this fantastic fraque trousers of yours.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
I think I shall take a stroll along the canal. The willows are lovely this time of year. I trust none shall look at me askance should I eschew my topper, for it is a glorious day and the sunshine is most welcome.
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Posted by MLLASH on :
Why, Paris... how delightful that you took note of my new trousers. I had them imported from Italy, you know, along with my *bashful titter* undergarments!
And the new divan is quite wonderful, a bit larger than the last one. Plenty of room for another fainter should the bare-wrist debaucheries overcome another gentleman's sensibilities.
Posted by Pariscub on :
you think not!
Bare-wrist debaucheries? Fi! However, we should be careful and keep in the Victorian mindset, or we might slip on the dangerous slope of the more libertine 18th Century... ALl those dangerous Liaisons
Posted by Pariscub on :
speaking of which, do you know that Prince Albert is introducing this new piece of jewelry which, once secured to a chain that you attach to your belt, help cancel that embarrassing bulge that frightens the ladies so much.
Posted by PolarBoy on :
I have forwarded a posse to you all containing forget me nots, white roses and moss. Which tells quiet a victorian tale.
Posted by Star Boy on :
Wanders in wearing Geelong Football Club guernsey, sculling a tinnie of VB as he reads the Herald-Sun. G'day mates. Who wants to nip down to the local for a few pots and some footy on the pub telly? There might be a few likely gals about we can crack onto, maybe take 'em for a spin in the ute? Eyeballs those present as dots start to connect themselves even as palsies, faints and flushes erupt about the sitting room. Ohhhhh. This is a 'Victorian England' Flirting Thread, not a 'Victorian Australian' Flirting Thread. My bloody mistake - Sorry 'bout that, lads & ladettes. Backs out, mumbling incoherent Strine apologies. Posted by Pariscub on :
My, this Star Boy fella looks a little rugged, but he says he comes from one of the colonies... that probably explains it.
However, I have to admit that those rugged colonists have such an inherent charm to them that I could easily show a wrist or two for them Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
quote:Originally posted by Star Boy: Wanders in wearing Geelong Football Club guernsey, sculling a tinnie of VB as he reads the Herald-Sun. G'day mates. Who wants to nip down to the local for a few pots and some footy on the pub telly? There might be a few likely gals about we can crack onto, maybe take 'em for a spin in the ute? Eyeballs those present as dots start to connect themselves even as palsies, faints and flushes erupt about the sitting room. Ohhhhh. This is a 'Victorian England' Flirting Thread, not a 'Victorian Australian' Flirting Thread. My bloody mistake - Sorry 'bout that, lads & ladettes. Backs out, mumbling incoherent Strine apologies.
Ooohh! *Collapses on divan. Back of the wrist to forehead*
Posted by Pariscub on :
here here, Sir Quis... I have salts with me...
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
*cracks one eye open and whispers* the sherry
Posted by Vee on :
Perhaps a touch of sherry would be appropriate, don't you think?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
It is fortifying. My doctor recommends a drop now and then.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Quislet and Vee, I have a special bottle of Harvey's Bristol Cream, left in my quarters by the former occupant - a deceased spinster. Would you care to join me?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
I have to say, I only imbibe for medicinal purposes only. My throat does seem a little sore. Is this Harvey's Bristol Cream good for sore throats?
Posted by Pariscub on :
I do no know. However, I could also warm some absinth...
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Oh Mr. Pariscub, are you an artiste? I hear that absinthe is most popular among the bohemian set.
Posted by Pariscub on :
it is indeed. I quite often go to Paris, and on Saint Germain des Prés, all the artists and intellectual share the absinthe while talking about so many interesting topics
Posted by High Priestess Viviane on :
This is so funny, because I had to do this a few weeks ago in my class. We were in the royal court and I was supposed to be a princess and a gentleman told my "father" that he wanted to "do me." My dad than had him assassinated, but the gaurd broke character when he pulled out a shotgun and filled him full of lead.
Posted by Pariscub on :
Oh, my, what a lack of education! I am terribly shocked and saddened by the news
Posted by High Priestess Viviane on :
It was funny.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
My dear Miss Viviane, it is a wonder you didn't faint dead away when that cad made his horrid suggestion.
Come and sit next to me and have a drop of sherry, for medicinal purposes of course. I can understand if you wish to forget the incident, but feel free to tell me all your troubles. I am told that I have a sympathetic ear and can be count on for my discretion. why just the other day, Mr. Pariscub told me in strictest confidence about a sojourn he had in Paris that was quite risque. Let me whisper the details to you because I promise not to repeat them out loud.
Posted by Cobalt Kid on :
I believe it would be much too scandalous for someone of my reputation to venture into this thread…
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Scandalous for the thread considering your reputation. Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
quote:Originally posted by Quislet, Esq.: My dear Miss Viviane, it is a wonder you didn't faint dead away when that cad made his horrid suggestion.
Come and sit next to me and have a drop of sherry, for medicinal purposes of course. I can understand if you wish to forget the incident, but feel free to tell me all your troubles. I am told that I have a sympathetic ear and can be count on for my discretion. why just the other day, Mr. Pariscub told me in strictest confidence about a sojourn he had in Paris that was quite risque. Let me whisper the details to you because I promise not to repeat them out loud.
Mr. Quislet, Esq., I dare say your honeyed words are apt to turn Miss Vivianne's head. I trust you have a vial of smelling salts at hand.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
quote:Originally posted by Cobalt Kid: I believe it would be much too scandalous for someone of my reputation to venture into this thread…
Not too scandalous, my dear Cobalt, provided of course, you undertake to apprentice in the gentlemanly arts from the most esteemed practitioner himself - Mr. Quislet, Esq.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
quote:Originally posted by Semi Transparent Fellow:
quote:Originally posted by Cobalt Kid: I believe it would be much too scandalous for someone of my reputation to venture into this thread…
Not too scandalous, my dear Cobalt, provided of course, you undertake to apprentice in the gentlemanly arts from the most esteemed practitioner himself - Mr. Quislet, Esq.
If Cobalt Kid is going to be under my ... tutelage, we had better be discreet or others might get the wrong idea and get overcomed with the vapors.
Posted by Cobalt Kid on :
Although I do not lack in charm, my manners leave quite a bit to be desired…
I’ve been known to be a quite a cad to the ladies on occasion. Perhaps Quislet, Esq. can teach me the ways of becoming a gentleman?
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
What is this world coming to when simple comraderie or master-pupil relationships lead one to scandalous inference.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
The world has gone down hill since Albert passed on
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Master Cobalt Kid,
To begin with the finger bowl is for politely rinsing your hands of grease, not for drinking.
Oh, I shall need the big bottle of smelling salts while instructing Young Master Cobalt Kid
Posted by Pariscub on :
I will ask the butler.
- Jeeves, my good man. Could you bring the salts for Lord Quislet?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Gentlemen,
Tea is served. There are some lovely cucumber sandwiches and watercress sandwiches. And there are some delightful petit fours from a Parisan bakery.
Mind you be careful with the Royal Dalton china. I borrowed it from my neighbor and she always tells me how expensive it is.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Perhaps your more nervous guests would prefer a beaker.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
That might be best. Don't want any accidents.
Would you like one lump or two?
Posted by PolarBoy on :
Is that the neighbour with the sister with room for a pony? Delightful woman.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
That's her sister Violet who's married to Bruce, the turf accountant, with the Mercedes Benz and room for a pony.
Posted by Pariscub on :
Mercedes Benz? Who is she?
Posted by PolarBoy on :
A woman of illreput and sorded morals by all accounts.
Posted by Numf-El on :
Quite a little run-around from what I have heard.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
It seems that my tea party was a success. Posted by PolarBoy on :
So when is the next coming out ball? As in debutonts of course.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Polar Boy,
Organizing my tea party has taxed me. Would you arrange the next ball? I trust that it would be no problem for a man of your stature.
Posted by Princess Crujectra on :
Quislet dear, do you have a parasol I could borrow? I would like to take a walk in the garden with young Mister Loser, but I fear the sun would put an unseemly blush on my delicate complexion Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Princess,
I always keep an extra parasol handy for just such occassions. It is a white one so as to match the user's outfit.
There is a bench for you and your gentleman caller may sit upon near the rose bushes. It affords one some privacy yet also is viewable by the discreet eye of a chaperone.
Posted by PolarBoy on :
Oh dear quiz it is most dreadful to see you taxed so.
You have are all offically invited to the victorian ball provided you are of a suitable social standing. So prepare your dance cards and get your house maids to prepare your finery because we have an evening of class (and under stair shenanigans) ahead of us.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Quis, be a dear and have your servant see to it that a pitcher of lemonade is on hand for the young romantics. I should hate to see them parched.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Semi,
That is a maarvelous suggestion. I will whip up two pitchers of my Aunt Evagelina's Special Lemonade. It has a little kick to it.
Would you care to to sit with me and have a taste while the Princess strolls among the flora of the garden with her gentleman caller? We can discuss the upcoming ball that Mr. Polar Boy is arranging.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
I would love a glass of lemonade, my good man. We can sit and have a chat about the latest shennanigans in the House of Lords.
If you're speaking to Mr. Polar, please suggest to him that he may want to arrange for additional footmen to attend the carriages. At the last ball, Lady Cramer actually had to step from her carriage without a helping hand. I promise it's true, that I spent literally an entire waltz apologizing to her.
Posted by Fat Cramer on :
Indeed, sir, and it was most courteous of you. But is Lord Quislet quite well? You appear to be taking his pulse...?
Posted by Numf-El on :
Why, that's not his pulse that's throbbing, it's .....swoooon!
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
*a rosey blush appears upon my cheeks. Eyelids flutter close then slowly reopen*
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
quote:Originally posted by Fat Cramer: Indeed, sir, and it was most courteous of you. But is Lord Quislet quite well? You appear to be taking his pulse...?
Why no, I was merely placing his hand back on his own knee, where it belongs. Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Well I never!
Sir! Are you implying that I would be so bold as to be so forward with you?
I was only removing a small piece of lint from the leg of your trousers, Sir!
*Turns and walks back into the house*
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Quislet, I meant no offense and am most troubled that I have been the source of your instant distress. I never meant to suggest that your hand was purposefully placed upon my knee. I should have explained that it simply flopped there during your momentary fainting spell. No one would ever suggest otherwise. To avoid you any embarassment, I replaced your hand to the position I knew you would want it to be in. And, in doing so, as Lady Cramer so adroitly noticed, I felt for your pulse to assure myself that you were in need only of smelling salts, rather than medical assistance.
Please forgive me for any misunderstanding.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Seeing as you are a dear and good friend as well as a brother at the bar, I accept your apology and offer one of my own for thinking that you would ever impugn my reputation.
Posted by Pariscub on :
Impugn youre reputation? My dear fellow, who would ever dare do that?
Posted by Numf-El on :
Impugn away, my dear boy.
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Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
quote:Originally posted by Pariscub: Impugn youre reputation? My dear fellow, who would ever dare do that?
Well certainly no one I know would do something so base. However, one can never be too careful with one's reputation.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Speaking of impeccable reputations, I have it on the best of authority, that Dame Arachne has ordered a new Easter chapeau from Mr. Ester, the milner. No doubt she will be the cause of many a quickened pulse when she promenades on Sunday next.
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Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. Ester's hats always cause a quickening of the pulse.
Mr. Transparent Fellow, will you be taking part in the Easter Egg roll?
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
No, unfortunately, Quislet, old chap, I'll be tending to the hounds in the country. It's springtime, so I must open the cottage for the season. Those 22 rooms get a little stale closed up for the winter. Nevertheless, it is indeed pleasant to have a little place removed from the hurly burly of the city.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Yes, the city can get tiresome and the country can be so refreshing.
But pray, you will come back for Mr. Polar Boy's Ball?
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Mr. Polar Boy's Ball should be the hilight of the social season. Lady Cramer and Dame Arachne have already promised me a dance. I shan't miss it for all the tea in China.
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Posted by MLLASH on :
As I continue to lie upon the fainting couch, I have taken to rereading these messages in their entirety.
I found myself giggling like a common drunken peasant! That maid woman was in here doing a bit of light cleaning. She looked at me as if I were a madman!
Perhaps I shall venture to plan to make an attempt to rise from this couch in the near future. I need a new supply of body powder before Polar's Tea Party. One must never smell like the common unwashed masses at a tea party or cotillion.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
It has been brought to my attention that several ladies shall be attending Mr. Polar Boy's Ball unescorted. Some may cry "scandalous," but I gently remind you that the mores of polite society are changing, albeit ever so slowly. I myself, welcome such innovation and I urge you to restrain your condemnation and treat all with due respect.
That said, who is game for a lively set of croquet?
Posted by Pariscub on :
I personally wouldn't mind champeroning those ladies if it means attending Mr. Polar Boy's Ball. I do enjoy attending balls when I can. The social life in London can be so boring. There just simply cannot be enough balls to satisfy my appetite for entertainment.
However, I have to admit that if there are balls of all sizes and shape, I much prefer attending big balls in the company of the whole of the intellectual Victorian Legion Worlders
Posted by PolarBoy on :
The Ball shall be held at my sisters violets estate (She's the one with room for a pony) There will be many footman and chamber maids on hand of the most accomidating nature. I am glad to see willLord Paris cubs attendance that there will be representation from boith the French and Scottish Royal courts. A choir of yong men from Vienna will also be performing at the procedings and I have aranged for a battalian of Swiss guard to keep the riff raff from attending.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. PolarBoy,
It sounds like you have things well in hand. I trust there are plenty of private chambers available for relaxation if people become overwhelmed with the excitement of the ball.
I have taken the liberty to send an announcement to the society columnist at the local newspaper. This way, those unfortunately unable to attend can look for a detailed review of the festivities. I hope I was not too forward.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Dear fellows and ladies, when is this ball of which we speak so often?
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Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. Polar Boy, do you have a date in mind for the ball?
I want to get in some flirting practice so as to be in top form for the ball.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Anyone up for a box-lunch social?
Posted by Bi-Polar Boy on :
It seems my invition to this ball has been lost by the local postal carriers. I do hope it was a unforseen error on thier part. I heard that Polar Boy's ball is one of the largest, and most talked about events of the year. I shall be most excited...okay, maybe not as excited. Oh bother, I don't feel like going.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
A box-lunch social sounds simply marvelous. Perhaps we could extend the festivities with a rousing game of croquet.
Posted by Numf-El on :
As a fellow country-man once said,
Some balls are held for charity, And some for fancy dress, But when they're held for pleasure they're the balls that I like best.
[ May 03, 2005, 03:40 AM: Message edited by: Numf-El ]
Posted by dedman on :
Touch my vitals quickly goodlady, lest i die!!!
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Well then the box-lunch social is set for tomorrow (Wednesday). I'll have plenty of my Aunt Ida's special Lemonade on hand.
The croquet game sounds marvelous Mr. Fellow. Fun, yet not over-stimulating. Hopefully someone will also bring a book of poetry to read aloud (Not any of that ribald Whitman stuff, but if that is what is brought, then one must be polite and listen to it)
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Perhaps I shall enchant with a recitation of Mr. Keats' "Ode on a Graecian Urn."
THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? ...
Oh enough frivolity, I do take license ....
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Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Perhaps Keats was too much for your morning sensibilities, so I offer an interactive limerick. I'll start with the first line:
There was a young lady from Brighton ....
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
whom no one could ever frighten
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Until on a dare
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
She flew al Qaeda Air
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
And now her color level is heighten
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
You are so clever, my dear Quislet. I fear that I was stumped after the first line.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
*blushing and fanning myself*
You are too kind Mr. Fellow. It is gratifying to know that my little wittism is amusing.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
You deserve a prize for your wit. Perhaps a fine, hand-rolled Cuban cigar?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Oh! I never smoke. But maybe this once. It would not be courteous to refuse a gift and a shame to waste it.
Would you care for some of my Aunt Ida's special lemonade?
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Yes, a tumbler of Aunt Ida's special lemonade, with a touch of Akavit would be just dandy. You are too kind, Mr. Quislet.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
*Strolls along the street, periodically twirlling my umbrella cane. Occassionally sniffing my boutonniere. Smiling at the passers-by. *
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Thank goodness for you Quis, old chap. It's so heartening to see a familiar and welcome face on this cobblestone street. May I join you in your stroll?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Certainly, my good fellow. I was headed for the park. I heard that some fine flirting occurs there.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
I shan't be much interested in flirting today, sir. Heavy weighs the responsibility of legal advocacy upon my shoulders. Could I another profession pursue, I should leap at the opportunity with scant a forethought.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Straight to the park with you. You need the break. I'll keep my eye out for a suitable candidate for flirting and push you in that direction.
Posted by Pariscub on :
my... flirting, isn't that a way to try and alleviate onanism?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. Pariscub,
I wouldn't know about such disreputible practices as onanism.
But I must say that is a very fetching kilt you have on today.
Posted by Saturn Girl on :
(The scullary maid talking to the downstairs maid) ...And then I hears the Master say'n to the Mrs., says he if Miss Emma don't stop manipulating her uvula in public they gonna lock her up in a convent.....
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
quote:Originally posted by Saturn Girl: (The scullary maid talking to the downstairs maid) ...And then I hears the Master say'n to the Mrs., says he if Miss Emma don't stop manipulating her uvula in public they gonna lock her up in a convent.....
CAROLINE!!!!!
I will not have you standing in the hallway gossiping. Come into my study and tell me what you have heard.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Pardon my intrusion, but I was wondering if Mr. Lad Boy and Mr. Semi Transparent Fellow would like to join me for a stroll around the arboretum
Posted by Lad Boy on :
It would be my pleasure to join the two of you in an exploration of the large wood specimens there.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Mr. Quislet, Esquire, I do much admire your exotic flora. Perchance shall we glimpse your much fabled fauna thereamong?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. Fellow, Anything is possible.
I have brought along a large blanket to spread upon the ground in case we need it for an impromptu picnic. It would not do to sit in the grass and have twigs or other debris soil our clothing.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Perhaps we could rest on the blanket and watch Mr. Lad Boy search for pennies.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Capital Idea! I haven't watched a young lad search for pennies in a long time.
Mr. Lad Boy, be careful that you don't get grass stains on your trousers.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Um, Mr. Quislet, Mr. Lad Boy is not wearing trousers. He's wearing short pants - tight ones, in fact, made of some interesting stretch fabric in particularly bold colours.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
OH! My mistake! They are rather form fitting, aren't they? One must be careful that they don't show off too much of one's.... attributes.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Perhaps it's modesty that keeps him bent over like that.
Posted by CJ Taylor on :
Mister Fellow, Goodman Quislet! So nice to see the two of you out and about today. Taking in the scenery, enjoying the lay of the land are you?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Yes we are Mr. Taylor. And a Good Afternoon to you. Would you care to join us? I have some of my Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade.
Posted by CJ Taylor on :
Why thank you, Goodman Quislet. I would like very much to join you and enjoy your company. And lemonade, my favourite beverage! I do so like a good tart drink.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Be careful with Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade, Mr. Taylor. It's been know to cause one to swoon.
Posted by CJ Taylor on :
I appreciate the concern, my good Fellow. Does our good barrister not realize how potent his offering is? Surely he knows of all the swooning he causes...
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
I am on hand to catch anyone who swoons. I also have some smelling salts to help revive the person if rubbing their wrists and a wet handkerchief to the forehead does not work.
Posted by CJ Taylor on :
You are most thoughtful and considerate, Goodman Quislet. I shall take heartily of your aunt's lemonade, knowing that your arms await me should I feel a quiver in my knees.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
That "quiver" may be Cupid's little arrow. Oh my goodness, I am a rogue. I blush. Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Good afternoon, dear chaps. Might I partake of your gracious company for a time?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
My Dear Rockhopper, you are most welcome. Although I fear my blanket is getting a bit over crowded. Perhaps, you wouldn't mind sitting upon my lap?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Not at all, my Dear Mr Quislet. I shall not squirm or fidget much, unless that be pleasing unto my most gracious host.
Posted by STU on :
[boldly rolls shirt sleeves all the way up to the elbows]
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Oh! My dear Mr STU! Such wanton display of flesh! How very evocative! You do have such manly forearms. Merciful heavens! I do believe there is a tightening of my trousers around my naughty parts!
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Gentlemen, gentlemen, perhaps some lawn bowling is in order.
Posted by STU on :
Lawn bowling? What a delightful notion!
But I fear I have left my seersucker jacket in the wardrobe. Would it be frightfully impertinent to lawn-bowl in the wrong sort of attire?
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
trousers and a white shirt with tie are appropriate.
Posted by STU on :
Heavens!
I believe I have become rather addicted to Mr. Quislet's smelling salts. It's not unlike having a perpetual attack of the vapours!
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
I do so enjoy lawn bowling! Mr Semi, is there any of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade remaining? It may be refeshing to have a glass afterwards.
Posted by STU on :
[STU secretly absconds with Mr. Quislet's smelling salts and all of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade, giggling maniacally like an inmate of Bethlehem Asylum]
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Mr STU, you naughty boy! You must share!
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Oh Dear! Poor Mr. STU! It seems like he needs a stay at a good rest home. One should never mix Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade with smelling salts.
Oh! Good bowl there Mr. Rockhopper Lad. You certainly do know how to handle your balls.
Posted by CJ Taylor on :
Oh my! Goodman Quislet, I forget your comments can be so blue at times.
Sir Stu, such behaviour is likely to get you a whuppin. You wouldn't want to be over Quislet's knee, would you?
Rockhopper my boy, lawnbowling is such a grand sport. A good roll in the grass with chums is the best way to spend the day.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. Taylor, My comment was 'blue"? What did I say? Oh! I only meant to compliment Mr. Rockhopper Lad on his fine bowling techniques. I am shocked that you would think me so crass as to mean anything else.
Posted by CJ Taylor on :
My apologies, Goodman. I meant no offense, just taken aback by your bold declaration of admiration. It must be the effects of the lemonade, setting my thoughts to wander and my tongue to wagging.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Apologies acepted my fine friend. Aunt Ida's Lemonade has been known to loosen a person's lips and a few other things Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
My dear Mr Quislet, would you like my assistance with your lawn-bowling form? It's very easy.
Here. First give me your hand (very good), now grasp the ball firmly. Here, I shall stand behind you. Keep your back straightened (I'll assist there). Now we move the arm back and then--release. You have excellent form, Mr Quislet.
Posted by Lad Boy on :
Mr. Rockhopper, the due to my opponent's skillful placement of his balls, I seem to be precluded from placing my balls near the jack. Would you be so kind to help me out of this precarious position?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Lawn bowling is such fun! Thank you Mr. Rockhopper Lad for showing me the proper handling of the ball.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
I would be most delighted to lend you a hand, Mr. Lad Boy. It is always a joy to assist another fellow with pleasure activities.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Oh look what I've started.
Posted by CJ Taylor on :
Mr Fellow, I'm not at all shocked you know how to show us men a good time. You seem like a most sociable gentleman, a dandy friend to have.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Hear! Hear! Three cheers for Mr Fellow! Hip hip hurrah! Hip hip hurrah! Hip hip hurrah!
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Well, thank you, Lord Taylor. How kind of you. And Earl Rockhopper, I always appreciate your hearty, albeit somewhat overwhelming, enthusiasm.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
I apologise for my exuberence, dear chap. I'm afraid dear Aunt Ida's lemonade has that effect. I shall restrain myself better in future.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
My Dear Rockhopper, perhaps you should stick to regular lemonade then.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Quislet, old chap, perhaps you could send your man to fetch a pitcher of regular lemonade for our refreshment.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Perhaps that is wise. I shall reserve Aunt Ida's delightful elixir for occasions when I am in the privacy* of mine own home.
*Pronounced "privvacy", of course.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. Fellow,
An excellent suggestion. But I must confess, I... I don't *choke* have a man.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
A gentleman of your standing without a man? Unheard of! Well, we'll rectify that without undue delay. Here, have one of mine. Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
quote:Originally posted by Rockhopper Lad: Perhaps that is wise. I shall reserve Aunt Ida's delightful elixir for occasions when I am in the privacy* of mine own home.
*Pronounced "privvacy", of course.
What a quaint pronunciation!
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
I'll have my clerk (pronounced "clark") record that.
Posted by STU on :
I do declare, I really have had too much of Aunt Ida's special libation!
And I have had a little nip of Aunt Ida herself, if you know what I mean...
I do not mean to be so forward, but I really am a little bit tipsy at the moment.
Pray do not take advantage of me!
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Mr Fellow, pray summon your man to give assistance to Mr STU back to his abode. I know were in a similar plight, I should very much appreciate a man giving me succour.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Well just prop STU up against the elm tree by the duck pond. The breeze will undoubtedly revive his vigour.
Posted by STU on :
Heavens! That certainly did the trick!
I believe my vigour is exceptionally revived right now...
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Thank heavens for your morning coat.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Is anyone interested in a box lunch social today?
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
By the river bank, perchance?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
I should very much enjoy a waterside box lunch social with riparian entertainments.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
The river bank sounds great. I understand that the fleet is in and we can give our boys a rousing welcome home.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Perhaps our entertainments could include a croquet match?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
I was thinking badminton. I have a shuttlecock.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Depending on the turnout, we could have a number of activities. Certainly some would prefer to row on the river.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
If you care for another round of lawn bowling, I would not object. I must repeat myself: Mr Quislet's form is quite pleasing.
Posted by legionadventureman on :
quote:Originally posted by Quislet, Esq.: I was thinking badminton. I have a shuttlecock.
Well, kind sir, shall we dispense with the shuttle, then? Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Ah, Mr Man. I was so hoping you would stop in for a time. Do relax, dear fellow. Is there anything I can do for you?
Posted by legionadventureman on :
That would be splendid, my Lad...a bit of mince or a slice of quince which i shall eat with a runcible spoon?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
A do so apologise, dear chap. A Mr Owl and Miss P. Cat have eaten all the mince and quince and still have that particular spoon. Perhaps a cucumber sandwich? Fortunately, the greengrocer had a goodly supply of cucumbers. Last week there were none available whatever, not even for ready money.
Posted by STU on :
Pray tell, would anybody care to share a cherry cordial with me in the library?
Posted by CJ Taylor on :
STU, a libray and a cordial, two treats I could never refuse. You certainly know how to catch my interest.
Posted by CJ Taylor on :
Oh my, was it something I said?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
My good Mr Taylor, fret not. Your company, as well as Mr STU's, is always welcome.
Posted by legionadventureman on :
And speaking of cordial, I do appreciate how this charming thread is progressing...Carry on, dear boys!
Posted by CJ Taylor on :
Rockhopper, m'boy, your warm welcome has me giddy. I do so enjoy the company here. Another round of cordials and cards?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Oh, let's do! Perhaps we can even have a rousing game of Parcheesi.
Posted by CJ Taylor on :
Perchance to Parcheese?
Posted by legionadventureman on :
Parcheesi sounds so cheesy! Is it played like Chinese Checkers?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Ah, my dear Mr Man. Parcheesi is similar to a game called Ludo. One rolls dice and moves tokens. It's dashed fun.
Posted by legionadventureman on :
Sounds so like Monopoly...Do you know how to play Mah Jongg?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Perhaps we can all think of our own games. Would that not be the utmost in jollity?
Posted by legionadventureman on :
Tally ho! Pip pip! Is there a game that teaches one how to...?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Yes, there is indeed! It involves a great deal of imagination, a decent amount of floor space and some freshly whipped cream.
Posted by legionadventureman on :
And maybe some melted Hershey bars?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Oh no, dear chap. Only the best chocolate will do. Mr. Hershey's bars a little better than coloured beeswax.
Posted by legionadventureman on :
Oh? What, pray tell, can you recommend as a sweet treat?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
I know a lovely little sweetshop that makes their own confections. Their chocolate is truly the food of the gods.
Posted by legionadventureman on :
Anything tasty that simply melts in your mouth is a true divine inspiration IMHO
Posted by STU on :
With the Yuletide festivies fast approaching, would any kind gentleman or lady care to join me in dusting some sugarplums?
Posted by legionadventureman on :
Is that a good thing? or a bad thing? Posted by Everyday Girl on :
quote:Originally posted by STU: With the Yuletide festivies fast approaching, would any kind gentleman or lady care to join me in dusting some sugarplums?
Ohmygod Mr. STU, I thought you'd never ask.
I just adore a man with properly dusted sugarplums.
Posted by STU on :
While we're readying for the Yuletide, perchance Miss Girl would care to help me stuff this roast goose?
There's nothing more bracing that stuffing a goose for the holidays!
Posted by Everyday Girl on :
Ohmygod, Mr. STU, you certainly know your way around Goose Stuffing.
Why, I declare, I've never seen a man so adroit at complerely filling a cavity in all my life.
Your Holiday Preparations bring such joy to my life that I may simply swoon.
[ November 15, 2005, 06:39 PM: Message edited by: Everyday Girl ]
Posted by CJ Taylor on :
My dear Girl, you're goose is looking so round and full and well stuffed. A most tasty bird to be sure.
And Sir STU, may I say you make a most succulent feast.
Posted by Everyday Girl on :
Ohmygod, Mr. Taylor, Mr. STU, I swear I shall never again be so lucky as to have been attended to by two such manly men during holiday preparations.
Why the very thought that a mere slip of a girl, such as myself, should have been assisted with goose stuffing and sugarplum dusting by such a fine pair of gentlemen a yourselves is enough to give a girl goosebumps.
I shall need to have a commeritive of this memorable occasion to post in my scrapbook. Do either of you fine gentlemen have a suggestion of what that should be?
**Bats Eyes**
Posted by STU on :
I do declare, for such a young and highborn lady, you certainly seem to be quite adept at goose stuffing! And never have I seen a goose as moist and delectable as yours.
Perhaps Mr. Taylor and Miss Girl would care to help me prepare my special savoury chestnut stuffing this year? I usually prepare it myself (the process is highly secret), but t'would certainly make the holidays more festive with a few helping hands!
Posted by Everyday Girl on :
Ohmygod, Mr. STU, I would be most delighted to assist you in any and all of your festive holiday preparations. And I am quite positive that Mr. Taylor is of the same mind.
Why I do believe that our little stuffing circle would greatly miss his rather generous input should he decide to leave us.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
quote:Originally posted by Everyday Girl: I shall need to have a commeritive of this memorable occasion to post in my scrapbook. Do either of you fine gentlemen have a suggestion of what that should be?
**Bats Eyes**
Might I suggest that you take one of the flowers from the centerpiece to press in a book?
Posted by Everyday Girl on :
Why Mr. Quizzy Poo, I think that is a most delightful idea. And would it be presumptious of me to ask each of the gentlemen who assisted in stuffing the goose and dusting the shugarplums to sign their name under the flower?
Although I am torn as to which flower would be more appropriate. Should I choose a Voilet or a Snap Dragon?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Oh heavens! Let me sit down before I faint.
Miss Girl, one should never use such a familiar name in public. I will attribute this faux pas to your tender age rather then as a deliberate attempt to embarrass me.
As to your questions, I am sure that if asked correctly, the gentlemen in question could hardly refuse such a request. I would recommend using a Violet, although a Snap Dragon suits your fiery personality.
[ November 18, 2005, 10:38 AM: Message edited by: Quislet, Esq. ]
Posted by Everyday Girl on :
Ohmygod, Mr. Quislet, Esquire, I fear I let my gratitude for your most timely suggestion override my good sense.
You may rest assured sir, it will not happen again.
Yes, I do believe that the Snap-Dragon is the proper choice.
Posted by STU on :
What an utterly charming pastime!
Miss Girl, would you care for some company? I should so enjoy assisting you in bit of flower-pressing!
Posted by Everyday Girl on :
Ohmygod, Mr. STU, I would be most gratified to be in your company for an enthusiastic session of flower pressing.
I believe that my choice of a Snap Dragon, should be complimented by a flower of your choice. And that they should be pressed together on the same page.
Which flower will you choose?
Posted by STU on :
Perhaps a hearty, manly mandrake root. Do you fancy pressing my root into your album?
Posted by Everyday Girl on :
Ohmygod, Mr. STU, I'm afraid your root is much too big to be pressed into my tiny little album.
I suggest that you allow me to use my K-Bar Commando Knife to slice off just the very the tip of your root and I'll insert that into my album.
Posted by legionadventureman on :
Merciful heavens, that sounds most unpleasant, dear girl! Posted by Everyday Girl on :
Ohmygod, you mean keeping just a little clipping of his mandrake root in my album would like hurt his feelings?
Well I couldn't do that!
So maybe, just maybe, I'll let him try to put the whole root into my album but it's so big I'm afraid it'll tear my tiny little album right in half...
Posted by legionadventureman on :
A mandrake root? Whatever would Lothar say?
Posted by Everyday Girl on :
Ohmygod, he'd probably say; Read The Thread!
But in a nice way, of course.
Posted by legionadventureman on :
Nice is the only way to go in Legion World
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
My dear Mr L.A.Man, it's quite a delight to have your gracious presence in our company once again.
Posted by legionadventureman on :
Your presence in our august assembly is also welcome, my dear Rockhopper!
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Ah Spring! When a young man's fancy turns lightly towards .... summer fashions.
This coming Saturday, I will be hosting a summer fashion show of all the latest summer styles. Crisp Linen suits! Formal Evening Wear! The Latest Hankerchiefs (when wetted they make a perfect bandage for a sprained ankle)
The models will be circulating among the guests at the after-show box lunch social. Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade will be served. Smelling salts will also be on hand for those who become overwhelmed by the excitement.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Why, Mr Quislet, that would be most pleasant way to spend an afternoon. I shall be in attendance and greatly anticipate seeing the newest things in linen.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. Rockhopper Lad,
We look forward to your attendence. However, if I may be so bold as to ask a favor of you. Would you agree to head the food committee and arrange for the box lunches to be made and delivered?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
I should be honoured to head such a committee. Of course cucumber-and-watercress sandwiches will be on the bill of fare and perhaps some smoked herring. I shall have cook commence with preparations as soon as possible. I am certain some of my manservants would be amenable to passing through the crowd with glasses of the aforementioned delightful elixir of Aunt Ida's.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. Rockhopper Lad,
It appears that we may be the only two in attendance. If that turns out to be the case, I hope that we can both soldier through and make the most of the time together.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
My Dear Mr Quislet,
Although I hold forth hope that others may accompany us in the festivities, I am certain that you and I will enjoy each other's company, as always.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
My Dear Rockhopper Lad,
Please accept my humblest apologies as I was unable to attend my own modeling box lunch social. My cheeks are the brighest red in embarassment.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Oh, my dear Mr Quislet, I fear I was unable to attend myself. I understand the models had a superb time with the waitstaff.
But, fret not, dear fellow, the red of your cheeks is a most merry shade, quite accentuating to your eye-colour.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Oh Mr. Rockhopper LAd!
Might I impose upon you to rub my wrists? I am feeling a little faint.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Why, Mr. Quislet, I am always at your disposal. Shall it be necessary to send my manservant to fetch the smelling-salts? Perhaps some of Aunt Ida's lemonade may rouse your spirits as well.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Aunt Ida's Lemonade is much too strong. Is that sherry on the sideboard? Perhaps a drop of that, for medicinal purposes, would be OK.
And don't trouble your man servant for the smelling salts. The way you are rubbing my wrists seems to be doing the trick.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
A little nip of sherry is always appropriate, dear fellow. Hmm. I shall have to stop rubbing your wrists to appropriate the sherry. Excuse me one moment whilst I pour you a small glass. There we go.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
*takes the moment that Rockhopper Lad is getting the sherry to arrange myself appropriately on the couch*
You are most kind!
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Peradventure someone may care to accompany me upon a summertime rowing-trip, I shall ready the boat along with a tasty picnic-lunch. Seeing as it is summer, attire will be casual: Boater, linen suits and other things one dares only wear during warm weather.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Hey I am reading a book on Victorian London and the author presented an amalgamation of advice offered to Victorian ladies at the time. I thought of this thread when I read them and am now going to share some with you.
Never be in the company of an unmarried man alone, unless considerations such as the imminence of an acceptable proposal of marriage outweigh the normal rule.
If about to faint with emotion, make sure there is a convenient sopha on which to subside. Not all gentlemen can be relied upon to catch a falling female in time.
When at the opera, assume an expression of transported delight, and ignore any tendancy of the gentlemen in your party to spend time surveying the other ladies in the house through their opera glasses.
If a dubious joke is made in your hearing you have a choice. Either you may show your disapproval, by a frigid glare - but this shows that you understood the double-entendre; or you may take the easier course and ignore it, so demonstrating your pure innocence.
When other peoples' children are presented to you, express delight and admiration, no matter how unprepossessing the infant. Resist any temptation to call attention to their running noses, wet pantaloons, or digital nasal explorations. One can only hope that all these matters will be taken care of by some third party such as the nursemaid. ... Meanwhile try your utmost to avoid physical contact with them, combining an adroit management of your skirt with uninterrupted paeans of praise. Much the same applies to other peoples' pets, with obvious amendments.
You must never be seen in an inelegant posture. Blowing out a candle is decidedly inelegant, If there is no handy extinguisher; let someone else distend their cheeks.
[ November 26, 2006, 08:05 PM: Message edited by: Quislet, Esq. ]
Posted by Fat Cramer on :
quote:Originally posted by Quislet, Esq.: You must never be seen in an inelegant posture. Blowing out a candle is decidedly inelegant, If there is no handy extinguisher; let someone else distend their cheeks.
I do believe, on the occasion of your birthday, dear Mr. Quislet, that a little blow on a candle could be forgiven.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
quote:Originally posted by Fat Cramer:
quote:Originally posted by Quislet, Esq.: You must never be seen in an inelegant posture. Blowing out a candle is decidedly inelegant, If there is no handy extinguisher; let someone else distend their cheeks.
I do believe, on the occasion of your birthday, dear Mr. Quislet, that a little blow on a candle could be forgiven.
I am getting to the point where I'll need an extinguisher for all the candles on the cake.
Posted by walkwithcrowds on :
Then please allow me, kind sir, to assist you in the matter of those troublesome candles. I am Sir, as always, your dedicated servant. (There classy!! I didn't even mention giving you a blow)
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Only if you have an extinguisher. I would not want you to appear inelegant.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Here, Mr Crowds, you may use my candle-snuffer. I always attempt to have one near at hand in case of emergencies. Oh, and I do have a sopha nearby if needed.
Posted by walkwithcrowds on :
My dear Mr Quislet,
Why thank you for your concern, but if I may set you at your ease by telling you that I always take the upmost care and attention in my deportment and manner.
I thank you and am indeed humbled by your kindess of spirit. If you will forgive me for being so bold in saying that you are most definately as beautiful on the inside as you are handsome on the outside.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
And I can attest to the softness of Mr. Rockhooper Lad's sopha. One does not get hurt falling on Mr. Rockhopper Lad's sopha when one is fainting due to emotions.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
quote:Originally posted by walkwithcrowds: My dear Mr Quislet,
Why thank you for your concern, but if I may set you at your ease by telling you that I always take the upmost care and attention in my deportment and manner.
I thank you and am indeed humbled by your kindess of spirit. If you will forgive me for being so bold in saying that you are most definately as beautiful on the inside as you are handsome on the outside.
Oh Mr. walkswithcrowds,
You are turning my cheeks quite rosy with your kind words.
Would you like a small glass of My Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade?
Posted by walkwithcrowds on :
Why thank you kind sir. A glass of lemonade would me most appreciated. It is a tad on the warm side in your smoking rooms. Would it be appropriate for me to loosen my collar stud a mite? I don't want to be too risque but I feel I may well faint with the heat. Of course I am sure that, even thought we have the delectable Mr Rockhoppers divine divan to cushion my fall, I am most certain that it will not be needed, as you will surely catch me in your strong manly arms.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Why don't we sit on the sopha before you faint?
I'll draw the drapery so as to block the sunlight and hopefully that will cool the room sufficiently. (and be assured that I would be most discreet and not mention any loosening of collar studs)
Posted by Lad Boy on :
If it would not be considered too presumptuous, I'll loosen up all the studs once the draperies are drawn.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Why Mr. Lad Boy, I would say that is very presumptuous. It is a good thing that I am sitting on this lovely sopha. You may have to rub my wrists in order to revive me.
Posted by walkwithcrowds on :
My dear Mr Lad Boy While I must admit to a certain amount of surprise, maybe even shock at your suggestion of loose clothing (Indeed a quick lie down and a cold compress may be called for) I realise that - of course - your comfort must be our paramount concern. So, to that end, even though I fear that I am blushing most ferociously at the thought, I urge you to avail yourself of my hospitality and loosen anything you desire. It simply would not do to cause you discomfort and hence to leave unsatisfied.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
My dear Mssrs. Quislet, Crowds and Lad Boy, fret not. I shall have my man draw the curtains back and bring a decorative privacy screen so that those who desire not to see certain goings-on need not do so.
After all, gentlemen often need time apart to discuss gentlemanly things.
Now, there is ample room on my sopha. Mr Quislet has supplied a more-than-sufficient provision of that heavenly elixir, Aunt Ida's lemonade. I have, on many occasion, enjoyed a draught of that most lovely concoction.
Posted by Saturn Girl on :
Gentlemen, excuse me please, and far be it from me to tell a person of the male persuasion what to do, but perhaps might I merely suggest that the change of seasons may dictate an opportunity for you to indulge in a heated libation. Might I suggest you sample something more robust then lemonade? A nice port or mayhap a sangria which has been stirred up and then ever so lovingly mulled and finally heated through with a hot poker? I believe there are some man-sized tankards for just such a purpose in the butler's pantry. He, that is to say the butler, is most accomodating and would be happy to oblige this or any special requests.
Posted by walkwithcrowds on :
Oh my! Dear Lady! Please, I can only beg your forgivness! That a fine young woman of such obvious breeding should have been forced to endure the sight of such Dionysian debauchery. I would , of course, offer you the use of our sofa if I thought for one moment that a respectable Lady, such as yourself, would ever assent to the use of the site of such a Bacchanal! Please, let me offer you a glass of dear Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade. I find it most refreshing and just the thing to aid in the recovery of shock and aroused emotions. Indeed, good Lady, if you will forgive me for being so forward, it only goes to your merit as a kind and gracious hostess that your first thought was not of yourself but was to OUR comfort and ease. I thank you for your generosity and kindness of spirit and if you are still amenable, I am most certain that my companions and I would be honoured to join you in a glass of port. May I even go so far, I am shocked at myself for even daring to suggest such a thing, as to request your company as you join us in a few glasses of that sangria you mentioned? I'm sure you will agree that the idea of it "being heated through with a hot poker" is one that is most exciting. If you would be so kind as to order the drinks I will get my poker ready.
Posted by Everyday Girl on :
Ohmygod, that's a like wonderful idea MR WWC! And if I may be so like bold, I like volunteer to hold your poker in the fire to warm it up for you.
Have you seen the nifty new gas controls on this charming fireplace? One little like twist of the handle here and the flames just jump up nice and high.
Posted by walkwithcrowds on :
My, what a charming and helpful young Lady you are Miss Everyday Girl. You are, indeed, most kind in your offer of assistance. Alas I fear that my poker is quite, quite heavy and I would not like you to strain yourself. If you would prefer, you could always make yourself comfortable on Mr Rockhoppers most excellent sofa and I will be sure to give you the first use of my poker once it warms up sufficiantly. I'm sure my dear,dear friends Mr Quislet, Rockhopper Lad and Lad Boy will be more than willing to make room for you. In fact I am sure you will find all of us very accomodating. Please make yourself comfortable and do not be afraid to voice any request of us, whilst we await the return of our beautiful Hostess Miss Saturn Girl, with the sangria. We are, as always, your very willing servants.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
If a dubious joke is made in your hearing you have a choice. Either you may show your disapproval, by a frigid glare - but this shows that you understood the double-entendre; or you may take the easier course and ignore it, so demonstrating your pure innocence.
Hmmm.. frigid stare or ignoring.
Posted by Everyday Girl on :
Ohmygod! Is that FRIGID Glare/Stare directed at ME, Mr. Quislet, Esq.?
<Sniff> <Pretty Little Pout> <Sniff>
I wasonlyofferingtohelp Mr. WWC.
<Sniff> <Pretty Little Pout> <Sniff>
I can't help it if I don't always understand the double-rearenders you adults throw into the conversation...
[ December 03, 2006, 11:49 AM: Message edited by: Everyday Girl ]
Posted by walkwithcrowds on :
Oh Heavens! My dear young lady! What ever is the matter? Is there something amiss? Please, whatever I can do to help, you need only say the word! I'm afraid I was getting caught up in admiration of this fine poker. It really IS magnificent! Such a thick sturdy shaft, feel the weight of it! See also how it is more bulbous at the end? This is a great help in penetration, you can really feel like you are doing some deep digging with this beauty! I'm sure there must be a slot or niche somewhere that I can slide it into. Ah! Here it is! There is an alcove beside the fireplace for just such a purpose. And look, there are also a set of coal tongs and a brush and pan set. How delightful.
Why! My dear, dear Mr Quislet! Are you in some distress? You look positivley stricken! Perhaps some of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade has "gone down the wrong way?" Oh my dear friend! Here, lay back on the sofa, I'm sure the others will kindly make room. Would it be at all inappropriate of me to offer to massage your temples? Perhaps I could loosen your collar stud for you?
The very least I can do is give your wrists a good vigorous rub.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Mr Crowds, you may need to utilise my sopha. I fear you my have overexerted yourself. There you go. Relax. I'll have my man fetch you some tea. I think Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade may be a bit much for you.
Mr Quislet seems to have recovered nicely. Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade was appropriate there. Now where did that nice Mr Lad Boy go? I so wish he would come by and assist. There's still plenty of room on the sopha.
Posted by walkwithcrowds on :
Why my dear Mr Rockhopper! Thank you, most kindly, for your solicitude but, please do not fret unduly. I assure you I am made of sterner stuff than this small emaciated frame would suggest. Still thank you for your kindness. A pot of tea would indeed be most welcome and, if I may impose upon your kind and caring nature some more - I feel that if you were to gently massage my temples it would be most conducive towards my recovery.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Ah, it has been some time since modesty and mild innuendo have shown their merry dance on Legion World.
Likewise, it has been entirely too long since our last waterside supper with riparian entertainments. Cook has prepared a sumptuous repast. Please do join me.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. Rockhopper Lad,
I will overlook the faux pas of not getting an invitation delivered by one of your footmen. I presume the supper will commence at 8 O'Clock in the evening (the proper time for a fashionable supper). I will arrive at 7:30pm for a cocktail. Mind you that I normally do not imbibe, but one must be a gracious guest.
My cousin from the country is in town visiting with me. Would you mind terribly if he accompanies me?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Ah, Mr. Quislet, your invitation may have been carried away by a rogue breeze. It was quite a blustery day when my man was sent out.
Please do bring your kinsman. I should greatly enjoy the opportunity to make his acquaintance. I am certain that I shall find him as charming as his cousin.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. Rockhopper Lad,
A thousand pardons for having publically pointed out the accidental misplacement of my invitation to your delightful supper.
My cousin is thrilled to be included to your supper. He is changing into his best suit. Seersucker, I'm afraid. This younger generation. A word of warning. Do not mention buttons in his present. He collects them and can go on and on about them. But otherwise, he is a charming healthy and robust country boy.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Where is that divan? I feel a fainting spell coming on and there doesn't seem to be a gentleman who could catch me around.
Posted by Gary Concord, the Ultra Man on :
*Waits, out of sight and quietly watching. Certain that Quis will eventually fall over and his patience will be rewarded by the amusing sight of RHL failing to catch him.*
**That does Not imply that he would interfere**
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Oh, my dear Mr Quislet, I do so apologise for my tardiness in catching you.
*Catches the swooning Quislet*
Ah. Here's that sopha.
*Carries Quislet to the sopha and deposits him gently.*
If you'll excuse me for a moment, Mr Quislet, I fear there is a person engaging in highly inappropriate behaviour nearby. I may be forced to do things I should not like to do in your presence.
Posted by Vee on :
Excuse me Mr. Rockhopper. I happened by in my search for Hrun and noticed that scoundrel, Gary Concord hiding out of sight,anxiously awaiting a calmity to strike. Noting that he most certainly did not belong here, I unceremoniously ushered him out.
I pray I did not overstep my authority.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Not at all, Mr Varalent. Mr. Concord had no business upsetting Mr. Quislet so. Thank you so very much for your assistance.
Whilst we wait for Mr. Quislet to come to, would you care for a drop of sherry? Perhaps some of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Oooohhh! The..the sherry in on the sideboard! *falls back onto sopha. Eyelids fluttering shut. Ankles demurly crossed*
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
quote:Maybe the MMB is just in a super-proper Victorian like phase (parlor games anyone!?). If so, the back-lash should be good.[/QB]
Peradventure Mr Ram Boy was referring to this very thread, I have decided to be so bold as to revive it.
There is some of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade at the read should any care to join.
Posted by Ram Boy on :
*Mr Ram Boy titters and blushes controllably*
Posted by Lard Lad on :
Yaaaar! Avast, me hearties!
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
My dear Mr. Lard Lad, this is the Victorian Flirting Thread. I believe you may be looking for the "Talk Like a Pirate" Thread.
Posted by Lard Lad on :
er...
Sorry! Posted by Lard Lad on :
Shiver me timbers!
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Not at all, dear boy.
Now, where did that nice Mr Ram Boy go? I was hoping he may care to partake of some of Aunt Ida's special lemonade.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
*Hands Mr. Ram Boy a fan* You will find this helps to hide a blush (or flirtingly show a bit of a blush)
Posted by Ram Boy on :
* sets himself gently upon a davenport and begins to fan *
Thank you ever so much, Mr Quislet (you are indeed a gentleman). And yes, Mr. Rockhopper. I am a bit parched (excuse my language) and some of Aunt Ida's tonic sounds a delight! Simply a delight!
*sips*
I've never had the pleasure of meeting the good lady, but I have heard some wonderful things about her from my Aunt Flora.
*sips some more*
They used to do Charity work together on the Committee for the Beautification of the Avatars of the Glorious Former Posters of Legion World.
*puts down glass and grabs pitcher*
-hic- Truth be told, I never cared much for Aunt Flora. Bit of a holy terror that one. Why, Do you no, At her funerl i Was almost tempted to slap the hsit out of her in the casket -hic- Yup
*chugs*
Ididnt thoe...Shuld've...butididnt -hic- Are yu hot? Its burnin up in here...and whats with this sofa...its REALLY REALLY RED. Ithink im gonna be sick...
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Oh My!!!!!
Jeeves!!! Please help Mr. Ram Boy to the WC. and please do be quick about it. I've just has the sopha re-upholstered in a red crushed velvet.
Oh all this excitement is too much for me. I feel a little faint Mr. Rockhopper Lad.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Oh, my dear Mr Quislet, please have a seat on the sopha whilst I fetch you a small glass of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade--just a small glass, mind you. I shouldn't want for you to overindulge in such a frail state.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
No, get the medicinal sherry on the sideboard. *Places back of wrist on forehead*
Oh, I knew I should not have left that pitcher of Aunt Ida's Special Lemon-ade out. Now I'm not one to talk but this is not the first time I heard of Mr. Ram Boy over-indulging. Were you at the last box lunch social?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Yes, I was there, but I shan't have any further discussion of Mr Ram Boy's vices. It would not befit your station, Mr. Quislet.
Ah, here is a nip of that medicinal sherry you so enjoy. Careful does it, now. Sip it daintily.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Oh thank you my dear Rockhopper Lad *takes a sip*
Won't you have a seat? *pats a spot on the sopha* You know Mother was not one to stand for wagging tongues. Still every now and then a good airing does wonders.
Posted by Lard Lad on :
Arrrrr, maties! Swab the decks! Batten down the hatches! Yaaarrrr!!!
Posted by Teronna on :
Egads! What an uncouth ruffian! And what a ripe fragrance he brings too. *pulls out fan*
Posted by Ram Boy on :
*Mr Ram Boy returns revived and refreshed*
Mr Quislet and Mr Rockhopper, I can only express my sincere apologies for my uncivilized conduct earlier. I simply do not know what came over me. And might I add that your water closet is simply lovely. Indeed, it has the finest quality porcelain that I've had my head inside in quite a while.
*eyes the medicinal sherry but thinks twice about it*
Miss Teronna! How enchanting you look behind your fan. And Mr Lard Lad! What a pleasant surprise to see you here. I say, would that be a bottle of 75 proof spiced Jamaican rum in your trousers or are you just happy to be amongst such refined company?
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Ahem... does no-one notice the flush upon my cheeks and the dewiness of my brow. I've just now returned from the fox hunt (no foxes were harmed), resplendent in my boots and tight breeches. Perhaps the attendant could bring me a gin and tonic with ice -- and a damp cloth for my brow.
Posted by Ram Boy on :
Mr Fellows! How good of you to honor us with your company. Please forgive me for not recognizing you sooner, sir. You see when you first entered I thought that certainly this must be Adonis descended from Mt Olympus! And behold! He is flush with the dew from the rosy tipped fingers of Aurora herself!
*blush*
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Ah, Mssrs. Ram Boy and Fellow, please to join us. There is ample room upon the sopha for all.
Posted by Iron Rat on :
Would someone kindly accompany me to the sea-side bathing machine and assist me in the donning of my bathing costume?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. Rat,
Don't tell me you are going to be scandelous and wear one of those that shows your ankles?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Now, Mr. Quislet, one must keep current with the times. It is perfectly respectable now-a-days to expose the ankles in one's bathing-costume.
On the other hand, should Mr. Rat be so bold as to expose his calves, I fear I should faint dead away.
Posted by Iron Rat on :
I shudder to imagine what is next for today's "enlightened youth"... a bathing-costume that exposes one's navel? Why, the very idea!
I must confess that I find this bathing costume rather distasteful in another respect... when wet, the wool garment does cling too closely to the contours of my body, wholly revealing that which ought to be private.
I beg the indulgence of your opinion: do you find this aspect of my bathing costume to be a horrible affront to human decency?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Now, that I see it, I have to say "yes!" Please remove it at once! At once, I say!
Posted by Iron Rat on :
I am indeed grateful for your wise counsel, Mr. Quislet.
I am also grateful that I am able to comply here, in the privacy of this gentleman's-only bathing machine. It would not do to have a member of the fair sex observe my unclothed form!
Now, can you offer me a suggestion of an alternative bathing costume that would comport with the demands of modesty?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
I have always found it best to bathe au naturale when it is only me and my chums around.
Posted by Iron Rat on :
I have heard of the "return to nature" movement. I believe Mr. John Harvey Kellogg is a strong proponent of those methods, which include the liberal employment of exercise and enemas.
But suppose I step into the water au naturale, and a lady should happen to wander by and espy my unclothed figure? Even if I should be partially submerged, I would imagine the sight of my bare shoulders and chest would induce gasps of shock in a member of the fair sex. How do you propose we avoid creating a scandal of such unthinkable proportions?
Posted by Exnihil on :
<Knock, Knock>
Forgive the intrusion, good sirs, but I had heard that this might be the place where a restless gadabout might, by chance, direct himself toward the dulcet euphonics of "His Master's Voice"?
<In unison, all present cock their heads quizzically to the left.>
Forgive me, is this not the "Victrola Flirting Thread"?
<Looks again toward the thread title>
Ah! Dear, me!
I beg your leave. Good Day, gentlemen.
Posted by SharkLad on :
quote:Originally posted by Quislet, Esq.: I have always found it best to bathe au naturale when it is only me and my chums around.
My dear, Quislet, dost thou care to go for a swim?
<splash>
Posted by Lard Lad on :
Yaaaar! Avast, me hearties!
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
quote:Originally posted by Iron Rat: I have heard of the "return to nature" movement. I believe Mr. John Harvey Kellogg is a strong proponent of those methods, which include the liberal employment of exercise and enemas.
But suppose I step into the water au naturale, and a lady should happen to wander by and espy my unclothed figure? Even if I should be partially submerged, I would imagine the sight of my bare shoulders and chest would induce gasps of shock in a member of the fair sex. How do you propose we avoid creating a scandal of such unthinkable proportions?
Mr. Rat,
I suggest you make use of my private bathing pond. It is in the middle of a 10 acre plot of land, surrounded by a 9 foot high fence and I employ armed groundskeepers to make sure no one of the fairer sex disturbs my bathing.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
quote:Originally posted by SharkLad:
quote:Originally posted by Quislet, Esq.: I have always found it best to bathe au naturale when it is only me and my chums around.
My dear, Quislet, dost thou care to go for a swim?
<splash>
My dear Shark Lad,
I just want you to understand that my chums are not the type of chum you are use to.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
quote:Originally posted by Exnihil: <Knock, Knock>
Forgive the intrusion, good sirs, but I had heard that this might be the place where a restless gadabout might, by chance, direct himself toward the dulcet euphonics of "His Master's Voice"?
<In unison, all present cock their heads quizzically to the left.>
Forgive me, is this not the "Victrola Flirting Thread"?
<Looks again toward the thread title>
Ah! Dear, me!
I beg your leave. Good Day, gentlemen.
Mr. Exnihil,
Please don't leave on our account. You are most welcome to take a rest and partake of some little sustenance before you go in search of that other thread.
We have been thinking of having a Victrola installed here. Perhaps you might tell us which type would be the best?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Now that winter is drawing near, it is time for such manly diversions as sitting by the fire reading while drinking brandy. The nature of one's reading, of course, need not be a matter of public discussion.
Most gentlemen prefer a wing-back chair, but I favour a sopha--peradventure another gentleman may wish to enjoy such diversions by the fire.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. Rockhopper Lad,
Would you like to assist me in stringing some popcorn to use to garnish the Yuletide tree? If you don't think that it is too early for such activity.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Perhaps it may be too early to put them on said tree, but we most certainly can practice stringing pop-corn. Note the sharpness of the needle I must use for stringing the pop-corn, Mr Quislet. I shouldn't want to stick you without warning.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Peradventure any such as desire to join in the diversion, I believe it has been far too long an interval since mild innuendo and furtive glances have been a subject of consequence here on Legion World.
Who cares to join me in a spot of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade whilst sitting upon the sopha?
Posted by Lardi on :
Sacre bleu!
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Ah, Mister Lard! I didn't realise you spoke French! Voudriez-vous une verre de la citronnade spéciale de Tante Ida?
Posted by Ram Boy on :
Lardi, my French is a bit rusty (la petite...rusty), but I think Rocky just asked you if your Aunt Ida is a lemon in need of assistance.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Ah, Dear Mr. Ram Boy, you are so droll!
Perchance you may also like a glass of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade? It is most refreshing.
Posted by Ram Boy on :
I do think it's a terrible shame that our Miss cleome has yet to brighten this thread with her delightful presence, but one can only assume that hauling around acres and acres of silk bombazine upon layers and layers of (blush) crinoline would make ease of movement rather difficult.
More's the pity, my Dear Rockhopper Lad. More's the pity.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
Mr. Ram-Boy (how I adore hyphenated names),
Has a proper invitation been sent to Miss cleome? If not I can send my man around with one forthwith. May I interest you in some petit fours to munch along with your glass of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade?
Posted by Lardi on :
Si! Y tu mama, tambien!
Posted by He Who Wanders on :
Si tu dois partir . . .
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Oh, Mister Lard, you are quite the polyglot! Do please join us for some of Aunt Ida's favoured elixir!
And Mister Wanders, there is no need to speak of parting. Please do tarry awhile. There is an ample supply of Special Lemonade for all!
Posted by Lardi on :
You shall not pass!
Posted by Fat Cramer on :
Dear me! A room full of dashing young gentlemen AND a full pitcher of Aunt Ida's!
I shall immediately send my coach for Miss Cleome.
Posted by Ram Boy on :
Miss Fat Cramer, forgive my forwardness in saying so, but you are such a Samaritan.
Oh! and wouldn't it be wondrous if, when Miss Cleome arrives, you and her entertain us with your charming rendition of Delibes' Flower Duet !
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Ah, I should think it lovely were to we have a chamber concert here in the drawing-room. Peradventure, I may be persuaded to favour the company with one of Master Händel's recitatives or airs. And Mister Ram Boy, what we be your contribution to the evening's diversion? I know for certain that you are quite the talent.
Posted by cleome on :
[realizes that she has no suitable costume for Victorian Flirting. Surely even a married lady should not appear at such occasions in a tea gown and satin slippers, particularly if there are gentlemen present]
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
My Dear Miss Cleome,
We are a bit informal here. All you need now is a fan to look coyly over. If you don't have one, I have several that you can choose from.
Posted by Fat Cramer on :
Why, Mr. Quislet - are those your fans which Mr. Ram Boy has taken to perform some dance in the smoking room?
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
My Dear Miss Cramer,
None of my fans are big enough for Mr. Ram-Boy's performances. Have you tried the cucumber finger sandwiches?
Posted by Lardi on :
Braaaaaaaaaains! Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
My dear Mister Lard, I fear you are having difficulty adjusting to the environs in which you find yourself. Perhaps a bit of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade will supply you with needed succour.
Posted by Fat Cramer on :
The cucumber sandwiches are delightful. I was so looking forward to Mr. Ram Boy's dance. It seems you young men are always dashing off to have wrestling matches in the upper chambers, which is not suitable entertainment for ladies.
Posted by Lardi on :
duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude!
Posted by Ram Boy on :
Ahh, glad to see that you are enjoying Mr. Quislet's delicious cucumber sandwiches, Miss Fat Cramer. (Yes, Mister Lard, they do render one almost entirely incomprehensible.)
Now, my newest dance - in which I interpret classic figures from antique urns - is called the "Pump-Pumpeii", and will begin as soon as I find a volunteer to play the role of Ganymede.
Mister Lard! You seem flexible enough!
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
My, but it has been a while since propriety and suggestion have reigned supreme in these environs.
As always, the sopha awaits and Aunt Ida has made a fresh batch of her special lemonade.
Posted by Abin Quank on :
Now that Mr. Ram (Boy, can he dance) has completed his performance I believe the gentlemanly thing to do is to give up my comfy seat on the sopha and offer a large glass of Aunt Ida's lemonade to "Ganymede."
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
My dear friends, the sopha is still available, along with an ample supply of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade. Do favour us with your most esteemed company. If you need to relax, I am most certain I can find ways of relieving your tension.
Posted by Quislet, Esq on :
Mr. Ram Boy,
Would you and that delight fellow you have playing Ganymede be willing to put on a private show at my estate? I am having a few friends over for the weekend and would like them to have a memorable stay.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
I was on an outing in my motorcar. It was a lovely day, the wind whipping our scarves gayly. I just love the way the sun sparkles on the Hermes silk in the wind. But enough about that. We had the most dreadful mishap. I swerved to avoid a chipmunk and his beloved acorn, and in doing so, managed to find the only pothole on Windy Lane. Wouldn't you know it, I busted a spoke.
Which brings me to the point of this, my dear Quislet. Would it be too much of an imposition for Bryce, my manservant, and me to spend the weekend at your quaint country estate. We'll be no trouble at all. I dare say, you'll scarcely see us, except for tea. I do remember fondly, Aunt Ida's lemonade and do look forward to a sip or two.
Posted by Quislet, Esq on :
My dear dear friend Semi Transparent Fellow,
You know that you and anyone you would like to bring are welcome at anytime on my estate. I have your favorite room already and well provisioned.
If you have time, would you care to join me in a smashing game of croquet? Greek rules, of course.
Posted by Ram Boy on :
Oh, what a delightful happenstance!
I would simply adore a weekend in the country on your estate, Mr. Quislet! In fact, I would adore it almost as much as I would the prospect of watching Mr. Semi Transparent Fellow be gayly whipped by Boreas, Zephyrus, Notus and Erus
*blush
And, oh, but of course, Clive and I would honored to perform our tastefully orchestrated rendition of Classical Greek vase art for you and your distinguished gentlemen friends.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Ah, Mssrs. Fellow, Quislet and Ram, I do we cam enjoy some frivolity. My man has offered to ensure that your glasses will remain filled to the brim with Aunt Ida's delightful elixir the whole week-end.
Posted by cleome on :
Sirs, might a lady request a small glass of Aunt Ida's finest? I do apologize for being so tardy, but I was waiting for my best fan to be relaundered and pressed. It wouldn't do to travel about with soiled lace nor despoiled flowers, after all, even amongst one's close friends.
[undoes fan, peeks over the top of it]
I do hope that it's not too early in the season for blue forget-me-nots over shell pink lace.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
My dear Miss Cleome, that fan is lovely. I shouldn't think it ever inappropriate.
What say I have my man fetch more of a certain delightful elixir?
Posted by cleome on :
You're as kind as you are handsome, Dear Sir.
Please do help yourself to some of these Petits Fours while they're still at their freshest.
Posted by Quislet, Esq on :
My dear Miss cleome,
Those Petit Fours look simply scrumptious. But with my diet, I should not have any. But it would be ever so rude of me not to try one, wouldn't it. Oh they are so light and dainty and moist. Those are of a different flavor you say. Well I shpuld try one of those too. Just to not be rude. Mmmmmm...
Oh and let my manservant, Adonis, refill your glass with more of Aunt Ida's special lemonade.
Posted by Ram Boy on :
Heavens! Did I here someone say, "Petit Fours"?
As it so happens, that was the name of the all-boy Victorian band I was honored to be a member of before I joined Legion World. And, oh, what a delightful time Bedford, Cornelius, Llewellyn and I had as we toured the provinces, singing harmoniously, and bathing in rivers while the sun glistened off of our pale muscular frames!
Posted by cleome on :
[sips demurely from the first lemonade of the day]
Thank you, Dear Sir.
I hope I won't be thought too forward in complementing the current state of dear Mr. Quislet's form. I imagine a brisk walk in the park later today should deal quite nicely with any minute indulgences that we might pursue at this hour.
Perhaps after our promenade, Mr. Ram Boy could be persuaded to favor us with a tender melody or two?
[ April 10, 2011, 02:13 PM: Message edited by: cleome ]
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
With Dear Aunt Ida's iced tea becoming the rage, it seemed an agreeable time to proffer this thread.
There is still ample room on the sopha.
Posted by cleome45 on :
Mr. Rockhopper Lad! What a delightful surprise to see you here! I was just outside in the gardens, fetching a few late-blooming salvias for the arrangement atop the piano. I had the cook bring in some delightful scones, with jam and butter, that she baked just an hour ago. Please avail yourself of one or two while they're still warm... should you feel so inclined. With the summer season nearly over, I get so few opportunities to show off good silver and linen like this.
[ September 05, 2011, 10:21 AM: Message edited by: cleome45 ]
Posted by Quislet, Esq on :
My dear Miss cleome,
Would you terribly mind if I borrow Mr. Rockhopper Lad for a bit? I have some etching in my bedroom that I think he will be interested in.
Posted by cleome45 on :
Mr. Quislet! Ah, somehow it surprises me not at all to hear that you are an admirer of the arts.
Please try to have my dear friend Rocky back in time for luncheon. I have a lovely array of dainty sandwiches and iced soups in mind for guests, should more of them happen by. I'll be in the kitchen, lending Cook a hand. Just give a small knock should you need anything.
Posted by Quislet, Esq on :
Ooooo!! Will there be those delightful cucumber and water cress sandwiches?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Mister Quislet, I enjoy Miss Cleome's dainty sandwiches as well, but one needn't display such exuberance. Such expressions are appropriate in private. No about those etchings...
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Mr. Brainiac and I have a reservation with a sopha and a pitcher of Aunt Ida's Lemonade. Anyone else care to join?
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
Mr. Rockhopper has been most kind, assisting me and my delicate constitution.
I say, I have brought along these delightful little gingerbread cookies, made from Miss Cleome's wonderful recipe.
I would also like to request you partake in some of my toasted sandwiches with cheese and tuna. They're quite delightful when drizzled with some oliveoil.
Posted by Ram Boy on :
Oh, my. A delicate constitution is such a burden, Mr. Brainiac. I know this to be the case. You see, a very dear friend of mine, Osgood Mellonmuffin III, was felled by a delicate constitution. Well, no sooner did he get up, when he was felled yet again. Poor, sweet Osgood. After being felled several more times, he finally decided to just stay put on the floor. In fact, I'm going to visit him later this month to flip him and fluff his velvety bolster.
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
Heavens! Delicate constitutions, such as this one, should definitely be handled with utmost care.
I say, what does poor Mr. Mellonmuffin do when he needs to go to the toilet, Mr. Boy?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Now, Mr. Brainiac, such indelicate things need not be discussed. I am sure Mr. Mellonmuffin has a faithful manservant who assists him in personal matters.
And Mr. Ram Boy, where are my manners? Do please join us on the sopha for some of Aunt Ida's storied beverage?
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
I heartily apologize, Mr. Rockhopper. Whatever came over me? I do believe it is this fever I am nursing. Perhaps I do need to go lie down.
Yes, please join us, Mr. Ram Boy. There is more than enough room on this spacious sopha.
Posted by Ram Boy on :
Mr. Braniac's indiscreet inquiries aside, I ought not partake. Really I ought'nt.
Oh, but then seeing the two of you worthwhile gentlemen partaking together upon that plush sofa just whisks me back to the days when I was captain of the Yale (No, not THAT "Yale") Manly Men's Poetry Society! The chaps and I would sit on our worn (but beloved) green leather sofa reading masculine poems to each other and sharing our deepest secrets.
Maybe just a sip.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
There is an abundant supply, Mr. Ram Boy. Now, please sit (there's a good fellow) and allow me to relieve some of that tension you have. You may join in, Mr. Brainiac.
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
I say, this does feel marvelously relaxing.
What better way to spend a weekend, then just three masculine men enjoying each other's company.
Posted by cleome45 on :
My Dear Sirs,
I was out enjoying a lovely stroll on the beaches of Charleston with my young friend Miss Fanfic, when I received word that young Mr. Brainiac might be feeling a tad poorly. Miss Fanfic graciously arranged for one of the help here to deliver some fresh, hot broth to your kitchens. Please look for it on the back of the stove. I hope you will find it to your liking, as Miss Fanfic's chef is quite a master at working with hot items.
I trust that Mr. Brainiac is in good hands with you, and will be recovered in short order.
Do take care, my Dear Sirs. At the risk of seeming forward, my thoughts do fly to you often. I have, in fact, been regaling Miss Fanfic with many delightful tales of the elevated conversations and comradely moments that you have so often shared with me.
Please let me know how Mr. Brainiac's health fares after a few days of your kind attention.
Sincerely,
Miss Cleome, 45 Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
My dear Misses Cleome and Fanfic,
I am writing this missive in gratitude of your thoughtfulness a few days past. Indeed, the hot broth sent by you, Miss Fanfic, was wonderfully delicious and has restored my health quite rapidly, as Misters Rockhopper and Ram Boy can attest.
Your thoughts also served to uplift my spirits considerably, Miss Cleome, and knowing that I am the recipient of such kind words and has helped return a rather healthy glow to my cheeks.
I would be delighted if both of you would accept our invitation to dine with us on the morrow. We shall be serving open-faced sandwiches and Aunt Ida's lemonade. If you would be so kind, Miss Cleome, some gingerbread cookies would be highly appreciated.
Do not trouble yourself on our account, though, and forgive me if I am being unduly demanding.
Regards,
Mr. Brainiac Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Ah, both Miss Cleome and Mr Brainiac raise epistolary writing to a high art form. Well done, my friends.
Posted by future king on :
It's so easy to impress people with green ink isn't it???
I know ... my Victorian flirting skills need work.
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
My dear Mr. King, your language is quite... interesting. You are not from these parts, are you?
quote:Originally posted by Rockhopper Lad: Ah, both Miss Cleome and Mr Brainiac raise epistolary writing to a high art form. Well done, my friends.
My dear Mr. Rockhopper, that is such high praise indeed, coming from one with such class as you!
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Thank you, Mr. Brainiac. You are always so kind. Do please have some more of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade. Perchance afterward we may want to take a walk by the river and have some riparian entertainments.
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
Why yes, Mr. Rockhopper, I shall gladly accept your delightful invitation!
Here, please also have some more lemonade. Would you prefer honey or sugar?
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Thank you. I think Aunt Ida's lemonade is delicious as it is. She says what makes it sweet is also what gives it other properties.
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
Oh dear, I apologize most profusely. I certainly did not intend to imply that Aunt Ida's lemonade was imperfect in any way.
It is just that, where I come from, our drinks are positively swimming in syrup and sugar.
I heartily agree with you, Aunt Ida's lemonade is just wonderful. One sip and I feel invigorated already!
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Gentlemen, you know I enjoy a dalliance with Aunt Ida's special concoction, as much as the next brigand, but the time has come to set aside childish things, and as the dark lady doth beseech, "screw your courage to the sticking place." I implore you give me pause. My delightful manservant, Bryce, has embarked upon a misadventure of Homeric proportions. Not barely a fortnight ago, he said he was leaving to go cruising. I am quite beside myself with worry for his safety. Why the poor young man wouldn't know the difference between an astrolabe and a sextant.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Not at all, dear fellow. We all have different tastes. Chacun a son gout, as they say. Though I have yet to meet a gentleman who didn't fancy Aunt Ida's special elixir.
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
My Dear Mr. Fellow, how good it is to see you again after all this time!
Dear, dear, what a predicament. Have you not heard from Mr. Bryce all this time, then? Perhaps we should indeed "screw our courage", and set out to find him. If the poor chap is indeed in a bind, he may need us to extricate him.
Lead the way then, Mr. Fellow!
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
Ah, Mr Fellow, I did not see you come in. It is wonderful to see you again. And fear not, we shall find your man.
Posted by Semi Transparent Fellow on :
Jolly well. But first, let us indulge ourselves in shopping for provisions. Off we are then, to the expedition outfitters. Pith helmets for all.
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
quote:Originally posted by Rockhopper Lad: Not at all, dear fellow. We all have different tastes. Chacun a son gout, as they say. Though I have yet to meet a gentleman who didn't fancy Aunt Ida's special elixir.
Thank you, my dear Mr. Rockhopper. I must say, I agree - that anyone would not find Aunt Ida's lemonade delicious is beyond me.
quote:Originally posted by Semi Transparent Fellow: Jolly well. But first, let us indulge ourselves in shopping for provisions. Off we are then, to the expedition outfitters. Pith helmets for all.
Yes, it would not do to be dressed in less than the best.
I say, these tweed jackets are simply marvelous. You must try one on. And these stout boots would fit your dashing figure quite well.
Posted by Quislet, Esq on :
The mere thought of manservant Bryce out there without the assistance of an astrolabe or sextant fills me with a sense of foreboding.
*Swoons onto a sopha*
Posted by cleome45 on :
Oh, Gracious!
[rushes inside, removes shawl and hat]
My dear young man, how wonderful to see you looking so fit and so well again!
[hands IB the smelling salts]
Gentlemen, please see to poor Mr. Quislet. I shall dash to the pantry and fetch him a small nip of brandy, just in case some stronger measures are needed! I dare say the poor dear looks positively wilted!
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
Heavens! Quickly, Misters Rockhopper and Fellow, let us assist Miss Cleome in reviving poor Mister Quislet.
Now, Mister Quislet, please allow me to assist you in taking your footwear off. I daresay you would be much more relaxed without them.
Posted by Ram Boy on :
Don't forget to loosen his sock garters, Mr Brainiac! They may be impeding his circulation!
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
Mr. Ram Boy! How good of you to assist us. Would you assist me in awakening Mr. Quislet?
Posted by cleome45 on :
[thinks to self, while dusting and straightening in the parlor:]
Ah, he seems to be breathing a tad more easily now! What with Mr. Brainiac and Mr. Ram Boy staying so close upon the sopha! Judging from everyone's rosy cheeks, it must have been quite the tumultuous evening, though! Heavens!
I'll just cover them up with this swansdown throw, and leave the snifter close at hand should they need any liquid courage upon awakening!
One does enjoy the robust attentions of the stronger sex, and yet I can't help but wondering when Miss Cramer and Miss Fanfic might favor us with a visit once again... I had best make sure that the guest rooms are stocked with enough iris-bedecked fans and lavender sachets, just in case...
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
quote:Originally posted by Semi Transparent Fellow: I think I shall take a stroll along the canal. The willows are lovely this time of year. I trust none shall look at me askance should I eschew my topper, for it is a glorious day and the sunshine is most welcome.
My dear Mr. Fellow, none shall look at you askance. I daresay we all agree you add quite splendidly to the scenery.
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
quote:Originally posted by cleome45:
Ah, he seems to be breathing a tad more easily now! What with Mr. Brainiac and Mr. Ram Boy staying so close upon the sopha! Judging from everyone's rosy cheeks, it must have been quite the tumultuous evening, though! Heavens!
I'll just cover them up with this swansdown throw, and leave the snifter close at hand should they need any liquid courage upon awakening!
Ms. Cleome, I must say I do appreciate your thoughtfulness. We had quite a nice nap on the sopha. I must thank you with some homemade pasta, I do hope you find the sauce's flavor is delicate enough?
Posted by Blaze on :
Would the gracious host be kind enough to indulge us with her presence for an afternoon tea?
Posted by Quislet, Esq on :
Please allow me to bring some petit fours. Cook has a scrumptious new recipe incorporating Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade.
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
My, what a marvelous idea. I have just the perfect casserole to go along with your delightful contribution, Mr. Quislet.
Mr. Blaze, would you be so kind as to help me in the kitchen?
Posted by Blaze on :
That would be such an honor, Mr. IB.
Would you find it too much if I request your assistance in removing my vest as I get ready to help you in the kitchen?
Posted by cleome45 on :
Mr. I.B., thank you kindly. The pasta was delightful. You must share the recipe with my dear Molly, for future social events, please!
Gentlemen, I have arranged for us to have tea on the veranda, where we might enjoy the first of the late spring roses.
Do join me when you are through upstairs with your games of vests, paddles and other manly pursuits, if you like. I am attired in a new tea gown of mauve, with ecru lace. Also, dear Molly has outdone herself on the tea sandwiches. Miss Cramer has, in addition, sent over some divine strawberry tarts.
Posted by Invisible Brainiac on :
My dear Miss Cleome, it would be my pleasure to not only share said recipe with Miss Molly. I shall demonstrate to her how to prepare it!
My goodness, but we must invite dear Miss Cramer over to our delightful little tea party. and may I say your tea gown looks simply marevelous!
And do pardon the sweat. Assisting Mr. Blaze with his vest was surprisingly tiring.
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