Sally Buttons

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 .

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!

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Rabin

One of those classic vignettes - remember it well.

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Sheila

Absolutely a classic

Kendrick

God, I loved this. RP sublimity. Made me me laugh out loud reading it again.

Cal Soulshadow

Awesome stuff. Damn I miss those guys!
And you, Kendrick - I miss your stories about your horrible horse and Terence the ogre!

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Sally Buttons

Camus was a lovely horse!!

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Kendrick

Ah, bless dear Camus. I often wonder in what distant fields he wanders now

Aeribian IV

Can someone sumarise for me, im too tired to read

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Sally Buttons

Badly dressed fop with a speech impediment suffers a very minor injury and makes a meal of it. He is then laughed at by several people and rides off in a huff!

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cherry

that brightens up even the greyist of days ! thanks sally for recovering a lost sparkly little gem

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Aeribian IV

Isn't that a little mean of you all?

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Sally Buttons

Very mean. I WAS that badly dressed fop and was twaumatised for life by the expewience!

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Irvyn

Come back and find out Good to see you're still alive and well, I've missed Kendrick a lot.

As to Twistwam's injured feelings, they're nothing to the way my ribs were aching from all the giggling during that episode

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Moiraine

Those were definitely fun times *sighs*

Shame he cut put the party talk though...

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To know what is right and not do it, is to be without courage.

callumf

Well we have been havign Kendrick vigils for two years now.

SO if he does come back his arse is mine =P

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