I found this in the cache, glad it's not lost forever, we had such fun playing this one out! Originally posted by poor, long suffewing George, aka Duvall!
Duvall
14th-April-2004, 11:14
Oops! Was supposed to post this agggeeeessss ago for Kara. I've taken out all the party talk (mostly laughing...), but still pretty long.
Tristram Fanshaw: *limps*
Aelred Bowmaker: An' talkin' o' clothes
Jordan Smithe: Eh
Jordan Smithe: Sir
Aelred Bowmaker: 'ey sir
Maximus: *giggles*
Maximus: now thats a dandy
Aelred Bowmaker: Be ye all right?
Sheila: *frowns*
Aelred Bowmaker: ye was limpin'
Tristram Fanshaw: I'm afwaid I took a tumble
Aelred Bowmaker: *scratches head*
Tristram Fanshaw: a pig wan out in fwont of me and startled my horse
Sheila: *hides a grin under her hat*
Aelred Bowmaker: Maybe your 'orse 'it a rabbit 'ole or somethin'?
Aelred Bowmaker: Oh
Aelred Bowmaker: *scratches head*
Aelred Bowmaker: Pity to get mud on them fine clothes
Moiraine: *turns at hearing the voice*
Aelred Bowmaker: *hides a grin*
Tristram Fanshaw: I fear I am gwavely injured
Jordan Smithe: *looks at the floor to hide a chuckle*
Tristram Fanshaw: *winces*
Aelred Bowmaker: *looks him up and down*
Tristram Fanshaw: I must go to the infirmawy
Tristram Fanshaw: pway excuse me
Aelred Bowmaker: Ye don't seem to 'ave any blood on ye.
Aelred Bowmaker: Are ye gettin' dizzy spells or anythin' like that?
Moiraine: Sir..
Tristram Fanshaw: oh yes
Aelred Bowmaker: *looks over at Moiraine*
Tristram Fanshaw: *looks faint*
Jordan Smithe: *chuckles*
Moiraine: may i walk with you to the healers?
Sheila: *grins*
Tristram Fanshaw: of course miss
Tristram Fanshaw: I never wefuse a pwetty lady
Jordan Smithe: Bleddy pansie..
Tristram Fanshaw: *simpers*
Moiraine: *nods*
Sheila: *grins*
Tristram Fanshaw: *limps*
Tristram Fanshaw: *limps*
Tristram Fanshaw: stay here Hawold
.....
Moiraine: *opens teh doors for him*
Tristram Fanshaw: *looks around with distaste*
Moiraine: *smiles a little*
Tristram Fanshaw: *sinks dramatically onto the bed*
Moiraine: Now... where exactly are you hurt?
Tristram Fanshaw: I think my ankle is bwoken
George Junior: oh dear....
Moiraine: *looks down at his ankles*
Tristram Fanshaw: *tries to remove boot*
Tristram Fanshaw: *cries out*
Tristram Fanshaw: oh the pain!
Moiraine: *sighs softly*
Moiraine: Geo can you give me a hand here
George Junior: *nods*
George Junior: cut off the boot?
Tristram Fanshaw: *shrieks*
Moiraine: *tries not to smiles*
George Junior: need to get the boot off somehow Sir
Moiraine: can you remove both please
George Junior: *draws his dagger*
George Junior: just lie still Sir
George Junior: I'll try not to hurt you
Tristram Fanshaw: *cringes*
George Junior: *carefully cuts open his boots*
Tristram Fanshaw: *screams and faints*
George Junior: oh dear...
George Junior: *removes his boots*
Moiraine: *rolls her eyes slightly*
George Junior: poor fellow
Tristram Fanshaw: *his toenails are painted*
George Junior: can't take pain it seems
George Junior: hmm....
George Junior: his toenails....
George Junior: looks like frostbite
George Junior: *frowns*
Moiraine: *takes out a rather nauseous smelling potion and wafts it under his nose*
Tristram Fanshaw: *coughs and splutters*
George Junior: *looks closer*
George Junior: ahh...I....err...see now
George Junior: *raises an eyebrow*
Tristram Fanshaw: oh! oh! oh! where am I?
George Junior: It's alright Sir
George Junior: you're in the healers
Moiraine: you had an accident Sir
Tristram Fanshaw: my foot!
Moiraine: it seems
George Junior: Moir will have you up and about in no time
Tristram Fanshaw: oh the agony!
Moiraine: *places her hand on his ankles*
Moiraine: *gently touches the swollen one*
Tristram Fanshaw: argh!
Tristram Fanshaw: will I need surgewy?
Moiraine: No sir.. it's just sprained
Moiraine: nothing broken
Tristram Fanshaw: are you sure?
Moiraine: *takes out a wad of bandages and a small vial*
Moiraine: *nods*
Moiraine: Here sir...
Moiraine: Drink this whilst i strap it up
Tristram Fanshaw: *takes a tiny taste*
Tristram Fanshaw: ugh, it tastes howwid!
George Junior: that means it's good for you Sir
Moiraine: *carefully begains to strap the bandage around his ankle*
Moiraine: You want it to heal?
Tristram Fanshaw: *sips it with a pained expression*
George Junior: *hides a smile*
Moiraine: *pulls the bandage a little tighter than necessary*
Tristram Fanshaw: oh please don't be so wough!
Moiraine: *smiles slightly*
Moiraine: I'm being as gentle as possible in the circumstances
Tristram Fanshaw: I hope you are a twained nurse
Moiraine: I am a trained healer Sir
Moiraine: *pulls the bandage again*
Moiraine: *then ties the ends together tightly*
Moiraine: there now finish that vial...
Moiraine: and we'll get you standing
Moiraine: Ready Sir?
George Junior: perhaps he's fainted again?
Tristram Fanshaw: *puts hand to forehead*
Tristram Fanshaw: I must have passed out again fwom the dweadful pain
Moiraine: now lets try standing...
George Junior: *offers his hand*
Tristram Fanshaw: oh I couldn't possibly
Moiraine: but you must.. if it's to heal
George Junior: *nods*
Moiraine: Or it might seize
Tristram Fanshaw: *looks up at George*
Moiraine: or worse
George Junior: *nods*
Tristram Fanshaw: oh well, if you insist
Moiraine: you might get gangrene
George Junior: Aye....
George Junior: then we'd need to cut it off
Tristram Fanshaw: *holds his hand very tightly*
Moiraine: and it would go all green and pussie
George Junior: *helps him to stand*
Tristram Fanshaw: oh!
Tristram Fanshaw: *looks pale*
Moiraine: so you must walk on it
George Junior: *nods*
Moiraine: *winks to Geo*
Tristram Fanshaw: oh how stwong you are
George Junior: *blushes*
Tristram Fanshaw: *flutters eyelashes*
George Junior: well....I...
Tristram Fanshaw: and what is your name?
George Junior: George Sir
Tristram Fanshaw: George........
Tristram Fanshaw: such a manly name
Tristram Fanshaw: *sighs*
George Junior: well....I am a man Sir
George Junior: *looks puzzled*
Tristram Fanshaw: oh yes....
Tristram Fanshaw: you certainly are
Tristram Fanshaw: *smiles*
Katrina Evablade: *whispers* what on earth is he wearing?*
George Junior: *blushes*
Moiraine: *looks to kat and whispers " aye?"*
Moiraine: *chuckles softly*
George Junior: try to walk a bit Sir
George Junior: see how the ankle feels
Katrina Evablade: *whispers* he looks like he dressed in the dark*
Tristram Fanshaw: anything for you, George
Katrina Evablade: *giggles*
Tristram Fanshaw: *smiles*
Moiraine: *smiles and nods*
George Junior: *shuffles uncomfortably*
Tristram Fanshaw: oh, it hurts!
George Junior: it will for a while Sir
Tristram Fanshaw: *collapses against him*
Katrina Evablade: *coughs*
George Junior: erm...
George Junior: *tries to stand him back up*
Tristram Fanshaw: don't dwop me George!
Tristram Fanshaw: *clings on*
George Junior: I won't Sir
George Junior: *looks to Moir helplessly*
Tristram Fanshaw: such stwong arms you have
Katrina Evablade: *doesn't know where to look*
George Junior: it's the training Sir
Tristram Fanshaw: well I must say you are vewy well twained
Tristram Fanshaw: *gazes up at him*
Katrina Evablade: i'll leave you three to be *coughs* aquainted with each other
George Junior: *gulps*
Katrina Evablade: *giggles*
George Junior: you should twy and walk Sir
George Junior: err....try
Tristram Fanshaw: tell me George, are you mawwied?
George Junior: just to my job Sir
George Junior: I'm a bodyguard
Moiraine: can we make a move?
Tristram Fanshaw: hmm......
Tristram Fanshaw: a bodyguard
Tristram Fanshaw: oooh
George Junior: *nods*
Tristram Fanshaw: perhaps I will hire you to be my bodyguard
Moiraine: geo... nudge him this way
George Junior: I only guard Lady Moiraine Sir
Tristram Fanshaw: oh pity
George Junior: now you should really try to walk Sir
Tristram Fanshaw: *sighs*
George Junior: *sighs with relief*
Tristram Fanshaw: *limps*
.....
Tristram Fanshaw: *limps*
Moiraine: there Sir... all sorted
George Junior: *edges behind Moir*
Tristram Fanshaw: thank you so much dear George
George Junior: *shuffles nervously*
George Junior: not at all Sir
Tristram Fanshaw: how can I ever wepay you?
Moiraine: now sir... before you leave us...
George Junior: err......no need sir
Moiraine: I have a small request..
Tristram Fanshaw: oh weally?
Moiraine: *nods*
Moiraine: When we spoke last time.. you mentioned Sir Raliegh.. and that he lived in Minoc
Moiraine: aye?
Tristram Fanshaw: ah yes, poor dear Colerton
Tristram Fanshaw: *gets out a lace handkerchief*
Moiraine: Could you perhaps tell me where in Minoc?
Tristram Fanshaw: his pawents have a house near the tavern
Tristram Fanshaw: his father is a tewwibly wough and uncouth man
Moiraine: near the tavern..
Maximus: Move that animal!
Tristram Fanshaw: are you adwessing me?
Maximus: no the horse
Maximus: will you move it please
Tristram Fanshaw: it is causing no twouble here
Maximus: its blocking the street
Aelred Bowmaker: 'tis a bit in Lady Moiraine's way maybe
Steven Ngan: Its distractin me from my duty
Tristram Fanshaw: and pway don't wave your weapon at me in that alarming fashion
Maximus: now please stable it or
Maximus: move it
Steven Ngan: stinks
Aelred Bowmaker: 'specially as she seems to be tryin' to talk to ye
Moiraine: trying being the word...
Maximus: if you have not noticed
Maximus: we been under attack
Tristram Fanshaw: have we weally?
Moiraine: seems the duchys role tonight is lways to interupt me
Katrina Evablade: *inspects his clothes*
Maximus: no we meaning us not you you dandy
Tristram Fanshaw: I have been in the infirmawy, gwavely wounded
Tristram Fanshaw: how wude!
Katrina Evablade: are you blind sir?
Maximus: stubbed your toe did you
Tristram Fanshaw: I shall have you awwested!
George Junior: oh dear....
Maximus: please do sir
Steven Ngan: *sniggers*
Maximus: i could use the break
Katrina Evablade: there you go
Katrina Evablade: i'll stand by the blind man
Claire: is he?
Katrina Evablade: must be
Tristram Fanshaw: go away you impudent stwumpet!
Moiraine: Sir...
Katrina Evablade: whats a stwumpet?
Claire: he talk funny dunt he
Steven Ngan: heh
Steven Ngan: Must be his upbringing
Maximus: *grins*
Aelred Bowmaker: Maybe that's 'ow you 'ave to talk if you're posh
Katrina Evablade: he looks like a pwetty pwetty flowwer
Claire: *giggles*
Tristram Fanshaw: *waves her away*
Maximus: whats his name
Aelred Bowmaker: 'cept the Duke an' Baron don't
Aelred Bowmaker: *scratches head*
Tristram Fanshaw: be off with you
Steven Ngan: Aye
Sheila: Nay, nothing
Steven Ngan: Well they down to earth men
Claire: *puts her hand over her mouth to stop her laughing*
Moiraine: *looks impatient*
Katrina Evablade: *giggles*
Katrina Evablade: *pulls a face*
Maximus: Steven what was his name tristram
Maximus: was it
Steven Ngan: Aye I think so
Tristram Fanshaw: come Hawold
Maximus: *coughs*
Sheila: What a joke fer a man...
Maximus: There once was a gent named Tristram
Maximus: Who was so uncommonly thin,
Maximus: that when he assayed to drink lemonade,
Moiraine: Now sir..
Aelred Bowmaker: 'e won't get far, not in them clothes
Aelred Bowmaker: *grins*
Maximus: he slipped through the straw and fell in!
Sheila: *laughs*
Aelred Bowmaker: Can probably see 'em all the way from Britain
Moiraine: You said next to the tavern..
Sheila: *nods*
Steven Ngan: funny joke
Tristram Fanshaw: yes yes
Tristram Fanshaw: *looks impatient*
Moiraine: the large house?
Tristram Fanshaw: *nods*
Maximus: he was so thin
Sheila: Hmm..
Steven Ngan: Those colours clash,,
Katrina Evablade: nobody *cough* normal wears silly clothes like that
Moiraine: Thank you..
Maximus: he fell thought the straw dummy
Aelred Bowmaker: They're pretty awful
Aelred Bowmaker: *grins*
Tristram Fanshaw: so George
Maximus: na kings wear crowns
Sheila: But 'e seems te be important....
Aelred Bowmaker: Or should that be pwetty awful?
Tristram Fanshaw: what time do your duties finish?
Sheila: *looks at the man*
Tristram Fanshaw: *smiles flirtaciously*
Steven Ngan: aye i agwee
George Junior: erm....
George Junior: welll
George Junior: I'm always on duty Sir
Sheila: Crown witness me thinks....
Tristram Fanshaw: oh dear
Claire: aww mw feel sorry for him now
Tristram Fanshaw: *sighs tragically*
Claire: *me
Sheila: As 'e...
Sheila: *frowns'*
George Junior: I....errr...hope
Tristram Fanshaw: but I'm sure you can spare the time for a little dwinkie?
Sheila: *hides face in hand*
George Junior: your ankle gets better soon
Tristram Fanshaw: *waggles eyebrows*
George Junior: I don't drink Sir
George Junior: *edges backwards*
Cean: *tries hard not to grin*
Sheila: Even Pain is more subtle...
Katrina Evablade: hey!
Steven Ngan: I'm going to see what there talkin about..
Tristram Fanshaw: but how am I to show my gwatitude?
Aelred Bowmaker: *watches them in disbelief*
Katrina Evablade: get away from my boyfriend!
Cean: By all gods...
George Junior: no need Sir
Maximus: im gonna go to the tavern
Maximus: err patrol i mean
Tristram Fanshaw: you lie!
Cean: *holds hand i front of lips*
Katrina Evablade: am not!
Katrina Evablade: he's mine!
Katrina Evablade: see
George Junior: *shuffles uncomfortably*
Claire: hmm
Katrina Evablade: we wear matching colours
Tristram Fanshaw: what a lying twollop!
Claire: how can a man want a man den?
Moiraine: Geo.. can you come with me please
Katrina Evablade: pardon?
Tristram Fanshaw: be off with you!
Steven Ngan: *laughs at Geo*
Aelred Bowmaker: 'ey, maybe she's changed 'er mind 'bout the Duke ...
George Junior: *nods gratefully*
Katrina Evablade: you called me a trollop?
Steven Ngan: ain't we the popular one tenight
Sheila: Sometimes they just can....
Moiraine: steven
Katrina Evablade: i should bash you up good!
Moiraine: You too please
George Junior: *whispers*
Steven Ngan: *coughs*
Claire: how tum?
George Junior: Thank you Moir....
Darkened Spiral
14th-April-2004, 11:40
Oh jaysus, mary and joseph .. that's brilliant!
Thankyou duvall
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Kendrick
14th-April-2004, 12:04
loved this
Also, a relief that someone else is the subject of unwanted IG homo-erotic advances. You know what I'm talking about Geo. *winks*
Cal Soulshadow
14th-April-2004, 17:37
*rubs her hands in anticipation of a meeting between Twistwam and Machiavelli*
Tetsuo Shima
14th-April-2004, 17:57
*wipes a tear from his eye*
Oh dear god, that was fantastic. How did I miss all that fun?
Sally Buttons
14th-April-2004, 18:17
Better watch yourself Kendrick. You never know when Tristram AND Macchiavelli might join forces and come a-calling! *cackles evilly*
Seriya DeLacey
14th-April-2004, 18:44
*still can't stop giggling*
Thank you Duvall - that was priceless!!!
Vita
17th-April-2004, 16:23
hehe i just found this post, good lord almighty it was hysterical that night, i had to make fun, katrina would never have forgiven herself for keeping her mouth shut!