Legion World Forums LEGION OUTPOST Mission Monitor Board Victorian Flirting Thread

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.

I'll get out my fan. Nothing says "flirting Victorian style" than looking coyly over a hand fan.

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.

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.)

Semi, luckily I keep an extra fan in my handbag for just such an emergency.

Satchel, Quislet, it's a satchel. Handbag! - my word - you are such a kidder.

Well I hope this thread does not become impertinent or I may get the vapors!

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!)

Oh and I may need a drop of sherry! Solely for medicinal purposes.

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

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.

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....

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

I have forwarded a posse to you all containing forget me nots, white roses and moss. Which tells quiet a victorian tale.

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.

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

Ooohh! *Collapses on divan. Back of the wrist to forehead*

here here, Sir Quis... I have salts with me...

*cracks one eye open and whispers* the sherry

Perhaps a touch of sherry would be appropriate, don't you think?