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  1. Hope

    Lord of Pickles | Thursday late morning

    Francis had absolutely no idea of the effect his grin had upon young Dorothea, whom now moved off at her own haste. Only once though the doors did she give a great exhale and touch her chest. 'He's just completely adorable!' words uttered in the secrecy of her heart. "Perhaps one of the chair cushions?" Agnes suggested after hearing his parameters, then further looking around, "and as for real flowers there are any number of arrangements in this toom we might borrow a bloom or two from. The trio were fussing about perfecting the presentation still - Francis with pickles in pocket (seen by Agnes who said nothing of it too him, but merely looked at him silently with her insightful eyes) "Ooh lovely." Dorothea arrived back again, then bent to examine the flowers more carefully. They were beautiful, so lifelike with a luminosity that set them apart. "You know what would be lovely, to have one made as a brooch." she said as an aside, before righting herself and giving her group a grin. "She wants us to come though immediately!"
  2. Perhaps Sophia had told her that before, if she had Anne had not remembered, it was plain as day that he intentions today bore no ill intent. "Oh, oh really?" The duchess blinked, but then Sophia discounted her fear saying she was willing an attempt. "Now that is the spirit. And besides, a barge is the most dependable vessel upon the water, really it's practically a floating wharf, you have nothing to worry about at all. And there is quite nothing as relaxing as a nice pedicure." The carriage rattled on, and turned left down towards one of the stoned up river edges many a boat made its berth upon. Progress by carriage became a bit stalled at this point, with much business taking place around the Thames. Anne was not bothered, but lifted herself high in seat to try see into the distance, "Ooh I think I can see it, see that one yonder there, with the flags. Yes that must be ours surely. Probably those flags up for us specially. We must remember to take not and praise him. That’s the sort of thing the common people really like."
  3. Outside the gates: "You mean business." Compton said, while they light was too poor to see his frown of concern, the tone of his voice may have conveyed as much, "You do not intend the clubs to be actually applied, do you?" The swagger in the soldiers present suggested otherwise. "I had imagined, well I am not sure what I'd imagined. But this shall not be a night of bloodshed, surely." Said as he walked with Langdon to a place viewable by all, the lanky redhead reverend trailing behind. Within the gates: Francis trajectory made it plain that he was not intending upon being customer, or at least if he was, was perhaps a shy one. “It might be finer evening still. Have you yet tried the Turkish poppy drink*? Don’t be deceived by its dark colour, this effect is as walking into the light itself. Try some - with my compliments.” The tall hatted figure lifted a pot he was willing to pour from, while gesturing to a tray of empty shot sized cups. * ref
  4. Hope

    Random Thread of Randomness

    Yeah BG might as well upload the avatar to Toledo now. And Aria: I suppose that is why Sophia married Worf then 😛 This is fun. Who else shall we ruin!?
  5. "You are a mercenary!" Kynaston gave a hoot like laugh. Nobles had their canny way of making money, while common London folk tended to think of hours of work and payment there from, "you clever blighter." "That is certainly true, I'm as god faring as the next man, but four full days of it, and especially while camped out here, will be a test." With a tip of head he gestured he might carry on indoors now, done in an invitation sort of manner, that perhaps Francis might walk with him, "but it's nothing new to say one can be saintly in the absence of temptation." Whether they could plan such a surprise event without Duke getting wise to it was the question. "Well one thing I know for certain, is that he has the ability to act surprised even if not." said with a huffed laugh. "Shall you take care of the invitations - while I'll tackle the practical matters, a stage, lighting, seating and the rest. We will want a private location of course, for discretions sake, but do we dare try secret the arrangements right here? But if not here, then where else."
  6. Hope

    Lord of Pickles | Thursday late morning

    Dorothea might have commented on the cleverness of Francis idea, but his sigh drew her eyes to her friend waiting. If there was ever a competition for patience Agnes would win it hands down. "Well we are expected - generally, but I ought check that this is the best time." which was something she was an apt rank to do rather than Agnes. Dorothea looked again at the box, that was (as Carl had noted) a rather dull presentation. "I wonder if you can think of 'some way' a little more delightful to present them Lord Kingston, while I am gone. I should not be overlong." Meeting Francis eyes to check he was content with that charge, she then gave a smile to the others and moved off into the next room (while she expected to find Karoline in the room once beyond that.)
  7. Hope

    Random Thread of Randomness

    Giggles, that is a perfect pb for toledo
  8. Hope

    Lord of Pickles | Thursday late morning

    Truly. It was an unlikely man and location for such a tantrum! The flare of Francis eyes was satisfying to the young woman, he was rightfully shocked, they had all been shocked with Lisa had told them! "It is blue and with rhinestones - suggestion of a duplicate has been refused by Lady Mountjoy, she says he will certainly know, and deceit is no foundation for a reunion." Sometimes peoples principles were simply inconvenient. "... a reward is a good idea. Personally I suspect that a servant found it but did not immediately return it and now, with such a fuss made, is too scared to hand it in!" Perhaps about now the pair realised that Carl and Agnes were patiently waiting...
  9. Hope

    Random Thread of Randomness

    Bet Toledo is real hairy, poor old Nick, it wouldnt be any easier if he was died blue. And yes, I can see the likeness between Frankie & Hit Girl!
  10. Hope

    Random Thread of Randomness

    Found a giggle for us, though replace the word queen with Sophia, which I suppose pairs Toledo up as the King Once upon a time lived a beautiful Queen with large breasts. Nick the Dragon Slayer obsessed over the Queen for this reason. He knew that the penalty for his desire would be death should he try to touch them, but he had to try. One day Nick revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio the Physician, the King's chief doctor. Horatio thought about this and said that he could arrange for Nick to more than satisfy his desire, but it would cost him 1000 gold coins to arrange it.Without pause Nick readily agreed to the scheme. The next day, Horatio made a batch of itching powder and poured a little bit into the Queen's bra while she bathed. Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew intense.Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address this incident, Horatio informed the King and Queen that only a special saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown that only the saliva of Nick would work as the antidote to cure the itch.The King, eager to help his Queen, quickly summoned Nick to their chambers. Horatio then slipped Nick the antidote for the itching powder, which he put into his mouth, and for the next four hours, Nick worked passionately on the Queen's large and magnificent breasts. The Queen's itching was eventually relieved, and Nick left satisfied and hailed as a hero.Upon returning to his chamber, Nick found Horatio demanding his payment of 1000 gold coins. With his obsession now satisfied, Nick couldn't have cared less knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the King and with a laugh told him to get lost.The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder into the King's underwear. The King immediately summoned Nick to hi chamber.The moral of the story - P\alwasy pay your dues.
  11. Unbeknown to any, that crystal glass vase happened to have a tiny fault, a near invisible fissure... never the less what Sophia proposed to do would be a super human feat. It was not as much the high pitch as sheer volume required to resonate the glass at such a frequency to break it. She would need to reach upward of 105db! At the end of the song she found a note and drove it louder and louder with her powerful voice - 80,85, 90... and still she grew louder, 95, 98, 100... beastly loud, the sound was impossible for spectators to enjoy at this moment, 102, 104, 105... the vase visibly shook on the stand... OOC: Soph, your roll with modifiers came out as a success, I'll let you have the honors of describing the explosion! FYI ref: Scientificamerican.com on sound breaking glass Quora How loud dbs sound to our chars: IAC acoustics (I could not think of any historical sounds louds enough to use in my post sorry)
  12. Hope

    Away & Here Notices

    Best wishes Mike ❤️ mend fast and feel heaps better once that is all over!
  13. Hope

    Away & Here Notices

    Yes yay to the good news (though I'd never imagined it might be as awful as that!) Very pleased to hear your health is 👍 Phew!
  14. Hope

    Lord of Pickles | Thursday late morning

    "Their reunion was ... well I cannot comment fully, we did not remain for the entire of their conversation. But following it Lord M exited their apartment in a temper, why Lady S saw him throw a piece of Meissen china across the hall. It smashed, and there shall be no mending it. Though it is not the china that distresses Lady M, but rather that some gift he gave that same afternoon is lost. So much fuss over a length of ribbon." Dorothea's eyes flared in punctuation. "I do not think that Lord M knows of the loss yet, and dread to think what it might break when he does. A heart is even less repairable than fine china."
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    Lord of Pickles | Thursday late morning

    The ladies stood and shuffled themselves as he approached, Agnes deferring nearest proximity to Dorothea (which was surely her right with regard to rank, not to mention anything else). "Good day Lord Kingston," the pleasantries with responding curtsies were made to the young Lord, "..and Goodman Nash. It is a treat to see you again and so soon." Dorothea's eyes were upon Francis as she spoke. Nash was meanwhile bowing like he'd never bowed before, while a step behind Francis he then moved forwards to present the box. "Err, I didn’t think of.. ah, the actual presentation. This box..." he apologised, but was interrupted by Dorothea. "That is no mind, Her Highness wont be offended by packaging, it might even contrast more beautifully that way. (Which was not to say that the young lady did not appreciate the effortless perfection that Francis own costume presented today). "Her Majesty is eager to learn what the fuss is about, we told her in great detail about the Kingston trip, all but for the detail of the gift we found and to be delivered." she grinned. Agnes remained quiet as was her wont to not say anything that was not necessary. Leaning a little closer to Francis, Dorothea murmured, “the distraction could not have come at a better time, what with Lady M’s distress affecting us all. Had you heard?” Not that she was one to gossip, well no more than any born and bred courtier.
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