Legion World Forums LEGION OUTPOST Mission Monitor Board Victorian Flirting Thread

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?

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.

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.

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?

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

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.

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.

Dear fellows and ladies, when is this ball of which we speak so often?

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.

Anyone up for a box-lunch social?

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.

A box-lunch social sounds simply marvelous. Perhaps we could extend the festivities with a rousing game of croquet.

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.

Touch my vitals quickly goodlady, lest i die!!!

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)

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 ....

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 ....

whom no one could ever frighten

Until on a dare

She flew al Qaeda Air

And now her color level is heighten

You are so clever, my dear Quislet. I fear that I was stumped after the first line.

*blushing and fanning myself*

You are too kind Mr. Fellow. It is gratifying to know that my little wittism is amusing.

You deserve a prize for your wit. Perhaps a fine, hand-rolled Cuban cigar?

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?