Legion World Forums LEGION OUTPOST Mission Monitor Board Victorian Flirting Thread

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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

*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**

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.

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.

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?

Oooohhh! The..the sherry in on the sideboard! *falls back onto sopha. Eyelids fluttering shut. Ankles demurly crossed*

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.

*Mr Ram Boy titters and blushes controllably*

Yaaaar! Avast, me hearties!

My dear Mr. Lard Lad, this is the Victorian Flirting Thread. I believe you may be looking for the "Talk Like a Pirate" Thread.

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Sorry!

Shiver me timbers!

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.