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George Hardwick III

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    Lord Chichester

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    The Arts | Gentle Company | Philosophy
    Lord of estates in Chichester and Dulwich
    Director of The Wilhelmina Boyle Academy of Arts

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  1. Hers was a charming smile, one that increased his own. George did like seeing ladies happy, and had a growing list of fairer-beings that might testify he did just that. (Lady Habersham, Lady Cambray, not to mention Lady Frances herself) “Bold words Lady Kendishall!” the ladies seemed intent on calling his bluff today, “to be honest I am less likely to do so. Rather, this shall be my lesson to forewarn gentle friends of any pending arrival of my person.” Said he, “though the advice to seize the moment is certainly one to live by I agree.” As they were still stood in the hallway, not yet invited to a receiving room to sit, George sensed himself in the passion of interviewee. Would he pass her inspection and be admitted into her rooms? So far it was going well, so he thought. “Truly milady.” While not one to gossip Caroline still knew how to spin a tale, and this one was most interesting. “Your restraint is testament to your fine ethics on friendship, most others would toss ‘friends’ aside when presented with such a temptation.” Who was the friend she was talking about? George was not enough in royal loop to know the answer already. “Good or Bad is such a relative viewpoint. Some prudes might label you the later perhaps, I am not unaware of your libertine repute, but the morality of principles exists far above fleshly pursuits, thus I would place you firmly in the former category.” Which was the last thing this man would usually speak about at first blush, but he was hoping to win the friendship of this young woman. So somehow he discovered himself speaking on an entirely un-superficial level!
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    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    Perhaps it was that George had an ear out for changing the topic, for when Cambray piped her comment to Kingston, he snatched it up. "We are all friends here, anything you need ask Lord Kingston is safe with us," said he with a smile. Odds were that AnnE did not plan to discuss cocks with Francis, whatever topic it was was bound to be more respectable than status quo. "What do you say gentlemen?" he rallied the others agreement, "nothing to be shy about here." Thank god that French tart skittered off, even if she had managed to snare one of the Kings favourite sinners under her devil wing.
  3. Welcomed into her second floor room (the locale of which would take some getting used to for our George!), he was graciously received -- though she actually did have a conch and swiftly enough offered it! “Ha, my bluff has been called!” George gave a laugh, “You are a rare treasure, what other lady in London, nay all of England, would have such a shell within her hands reach! I now must refrain from suggesting we send the seal to fetch us a drink, for fear they might come flopping in the door. Though really, how would they manage the stairs!” All said while holding up his hand to decline an attempt of blowing into the shell. He’d once tried to blow a trumpet, and had only succeeded in making an ugly noise. He was far too interested in impressing Elizabeth Anne to want to repeat such a sound within her hearing. To the point she identified the satchel. “Oh yes these.” He held the fine leather satchel out to her, “for you to peruse at your own leisure, I need only collect them at the end of the season.” Nodding head towards the divan he then asked, “May I? You see, Lady Cambray, I come to laden with a concern which I hope to gain your advice upon. A matter far more perplexing than mere politics, you may need to take a seat also for it. Its… the Cavendishes you see. Oh, and Dorset. I have to mention him too I suppose, though would rather not.”
  4. The art included the to-be-expected landscapes, but with not so cliché piece. It was a Baccanale, George deduced, those romans knew how to frolic. By accounts Lady Kendishall was something of a free spirit herself, puritans might wonder if exposure to such an artwork had assisted her on that path… but George was not one to judge. Except perhaps to say that displaying one’s inclinations for all to see showed bravery and a touch of recklessness. While he kept his own (illegal!) inclines a secret, which was not cowardice as he looked at, it but simply good sense. These deductions were thus in his mind as he greeted the pretty doe eyed lady. “Please remain in your comfort, it is early yet for courtiers hours, I am perhaps overeager to have called without giving due notice. Sight of you in your dishevelle is a treat I’d not anticipated.” That was probably how heterosexual men spoke. “With such a precedent now made, I may take not prewarning my other lady friends of visits either.” Which might seem a rather playful comment, even if spoken by the outwardly prim and proper Earl. “Oh my, you goad me to ask who those gentlemen rogues might be?!” George replied, though yes a little surprised that the conversation was taking such a turn.
  5. George schooled his eyebrows to not show surprise at the butler’s particular style. He was an ex military man, that much was plain, but not one of those sorts that are given to idle chatter around the campfire. “Thank you.” George repaid the fellows brevity with the same. While he waited in the hallway like an errand boy awaiting payment, he wondered if he should say anything to the lady of the house. She was only young after all, perhaps she did not realise the insult to his station that had been given. Ack, but such instruction might foil the very purpose of his visit here today. Thus George decided to let it slide… and turned to busy himself with a look around the hallway for it’s artworks. Much could be divined of a person by the style of art they keep close to them, what did he here learn about Caroline? “Ah, Baroness… oh dear I have caught you inconvenient.” His smile hearing her approach faltered as he saw she was not ready for a guest. Sweeping into a bow, “Please accept my apology.” None the less he did not suggest he leave. That might mean another day lost, and time (nay - life itself!) was of the essence. “But I have a pressing concern, and discover myself much in need of feminine advice.” Besides, if everything worked out, he’d need to get used to seeing ladies in their bed things!
  6. *stuffs hands in pockets* 'mumble mumble shes not married yet mumble mumble' *kicks a random stone* 😄
  7. #43 The Townhouse of Lady Kendishall Located on the south corner of Picadilly, this large house seems almost out of place with the smaller town homes further up the block. Likely it is because it predates the development of Pall Mall and St. James Square. Though the house shows signs of age from its Tudor origins, the walled grounds of two acres are well maintained, with a nice garden in back. There is an entry gate to the front, and a gate in the rear to the stables. A military man might appreciate the security of the perimeter. The house has 3 levels plus an attic. The ground level hosts a small ballroom, parlor,dining room and study. The second floor hosts a masters BR, Missus BR, and a guest room. The third floor has three guest rooms, with the servants sleeping in the attic. Following his visit to Lady Cambray, George walked the few doors down Piccadilly street intent to see Lady Caroline Despanay, Baroness Kendishall if you please. The dapper gentleman had read his fair share of trashy romance novels (though he'd never admit that to any of his male friends), titles such as ‘The Pistoleer’s Plight', 'Heros in Hosiery' and 'That is not Mayonnaise Countess’. If those novels had taught him anything, it was that allies in grand ventures were more valuable than gold... *Rat a tat tat* George stepped back from the door after rapping it's knocker, and placing both hands criss cross over the head of his walking stick awaited it's opening.
  8. It was unusual to be lead to a reception room up a set of stairs. George felt oddly impertinent to climb them (as though he was going directly to a boudoir). She was a libertine widow after all. To be recieved directly into her private chambers was practically scandalous. Actually, perhaps not even practically, but fully scandalous. (Lord Beverly or Lady Lucas would know the answer to that query) Menwhile, Georges eyes were a little rounder as he put his head through the doorway (before fully entering) - though then seeing Lady Cambray he relaxed and smiled. Shoulder lowering he strone into the room, approching warmly he took his bow. "Lady Cambray, what a marvellous setting I discover you within, you are a veritable water nymph - have you a conch shell handy, I feel compelled to blow into it!" he smiled with eyes bright. Still tucked under his arm was his satchel of contrastily dry and dull political things.
  9. The geometric lines of the House stand stark against a neatly cropped lawn - it's gardens comprised of neatly trimmed hedges in the shapes of various mythological beasts. Beneath the Echidna tree is a marble bench from which the garden's design is optimally viewed - where upon in the dusk and a gentle breeze granting susurration to the leaves, the garden seems to come alive with excitement and adventure. A sweeping arched driveway enters from one gateway and exeunt through the other, that carriages might drive right up to the steps that lead up to the house. Lord Chichester walked with satchel tucked under arm; therein was his notes on various sessions of the House of Lords. Biased of course, to his point of view. His recently made woman friend Lady Cambray had expressed an interest to learn more about English politics, and his notes might at least be a start. George knew from his own study of the subject that it would take years to come close to mastering the subject, but it was a harmless enough topic for a young woman to read about. Not for a moment did he think she would ever become a player in courts political games. Yet all that was much of an excuse for his visit today, for he had enjoyed the young ladies company and... and had come to think that her opinion upon a rather delicate matter he was contemplating would be... well possibly what he wanted to hear. Oh he'd thought at first to seek Lord Beverley’s advice on this, but, well he could well guess how his terribly upstanding and proper young friend would reply. No, never, perposterous, certainly not, what are you even thinking! Those were the sort of words the doe eyed St Ledger would say. But George wanted a more liberal point of view, perchance encouragement, for his utterly wild idea. *Knock knock knock* George adjusted his lavender silk cravat as he waited at the doorstep – presenting the very image of a man of whom butter would not melt in his mouth.
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    Random Thread of Randomness

    George would dye his hair purple... 1) if it was on the cutting edge o fashion, 2) if annoyed the French or 3) if Beverly suggested it.
  11. Chichester There was a pleased and content smile upon George's face at the end of the session, upon all accounts this was a landmark in his Earldom. He'd spoken and not made a hash of it, he'd kept his temper when stresses had grown, he'd heeded others and from others had been attended , and then utimately the causes he supported had been successful. It was satisfying to an extreeme. Getting back to his feet, he felt surprisngly fresh still, and spotting Francis not far away moved to co-ordinate a shoulder to shoulder exit. "Fancy joining me for a drink after?" ~ Thank you & Fin! OOC: no need to r/p a pint at the pub after, but George wanted to suggest it! ha!
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    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    And Elizabeth accepted the seat between himself and Edmund, "A rose between... two more roses." George gave a laugh - alas it would take a lot more than that to turn the topic away from libertine. He was worried about conversation, for the lady might be thoroughly shocked - though thankfully she'd been married at least, so likely knew men were in fact much less than their pompous courtly dress. So it was that George was surprised when she slid so easily into the conversation, as though she'd been lubricated already. It did not take long for him to realise that she was in her element... "Well said." he huffed a laugh at the blatant slur to the French. The French chit a the table was fool if she thought any man here would put his cock into her hands. Meanwhile he kept hush on his own experiences of the manful machine. "Speak for yourself Banwell!" sallied George, as he turned to Francis and allowed, "Lady Cambray has a way of distracting all of us Lord Kingston." (Which was the sort of thing heterosexual men were supposed to say.)
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    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    Despite all of the bawdy talk and now losses, George was was having a good time of it. The wands card he drew was fortunate even if it meant he left a bit lighter of pocket - a friends assistance, yes that was a promising potenial indeed! "Well that sounds promising." he cheerfully declared as he drew out a further fifteen pounds and tossed it into the tables centre - done with the air of a man who had not care at the expense. Then what with his new aquaintance's arrival, he peeled off a further five pound note. Flashing a smile to her, "I shall sponsor your entrance Lady Chambray, yes do come join this side of the table!" he seconded Edmunds suggestion, "have you met everyone?" he introduced anyone whom she had not. OOC: hope that is alright for George to fudge past the mundane list of introductions, do please go blow by blow if it's preferred!
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    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    Good god! George hardy knew where to look, just everyone was talking about cocks. Excepting Albemarle - he could join Chris in that gawping-shocked stance, or alternatively, take a risk. "The results on that is already in Barnwell - in fact I think it was our very own Rochester here that set it in ink that Charles Rex's sceptre has no contest." Besides, they had Cumberland's Rupertinoe cannons, but George was not about to allude to the Admirals 'weapon' in present company. A line had to be drawn. Edmunds card drew dry critique from the wings, George huffed his amusement at the comment, which counting his lucky stars that he'd dodged such a card himself - quietly he then drew [card #24].
  15. So George voted Yay -- for Parliment to dip into the coffers and give the money to the Navy for the war right now Yay -- he voted for a lottery Yay -- and he also voted for a deferrment on decisions of making any new taxes, pending input from the House of Commons