Legion World Forums LEGION OUTPOST Mission Monitor Board Victorian Flirting Thread

My dear Shark Lad,

I just want you to understand that my chums are not the type of chum you are use to.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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?

Sacre bleu!

Ah, Mister Lard! I didn't realise you spoke French! Voudriez-vous une verre de la citronnade spéciale de Tante Ida?

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.

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.

Why, yes, Mr Rockhopper Lad, that sounds absolutely delightful. Thank you.

[sip sip sip]

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.

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?

Si! Y tu mama, tambien!

Si tu dois partir . . .

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!

You shall not pass!

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.

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 [color:violet]Delibes\' Flower Duet[/color] !

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.

[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]

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.

Why, Mr. Quislet - are those your fans which Mr. Ram Boy has taken to perform some dance in the smoking room?

My Dear Miss Cramer,

None of my fans are big enough for Mr. Ram-Boy's performances. Have you tried the cucumber finger sandwiches?

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.