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« Reply #195 on: April 20, 2014, 04:00:42 pm »

Chapter Three – The Second Ball.

"Oh Mr Pinkerton-Smyth, you are a delightful dancer. Very masterful indeed. You must have been to a great many balls. Oh you must tell me about them!"

”Balls, my dear Miss Fantail?” said Mr Pinkerton-Smyth, the excitability of the dancing getting the best of him briefly, ”Why yes, balls. Indeed. I am not exactly what one might call elderly, but upon my word, I have seen a great many balls. I rather like balls: I would have to say after flutes and white coats that balls are perhaps one of my favourite things. If I could have nothing but balls, and, of course, white coats and flutes, then I would be a tremendously happy man.“
 
Mr Pinkerton-Smyth mumbled ever so slightly,  aware that he may have let a rush of blood to the head say a little too much.

”There was once... a ball... and I say. Have you been to many balls, Miss Fantail?”

Conversation to continue before the next dance!

"Oh, I do so enjoy this song." Lady Montagu sighed, idly smoothing her feathers. "Might I ask you for another dance, Captain Arbury?"

Captain Arbury, having been reminded of the horrors of chandeliers – but in a nearly comforting way, as if escorted as a child to a beating on daddy's knee by a kindly elder sister – was more than happy to give in to Lady Montagu's request for a second dance; there was in fact nothing in the world, not even leading a glorious charge on horseback into the ranks of the drooling slack-jawed and perfidious French, that the captain loved, no – adored! more than dancing. It was like the monks of old, or the dervishes of new, who lost themselves in devotion to a higher cause: Arbury easily lost himself in the music, the movement and, let us not pretend otherwise, the physical companionship. Although, let us also not tar the good soldier with unfair calumniation: he was not a lustful fellow in the crudest and most vulgar sense that, say, the common rank and file of soldier may be: he was not an animal. He liked to think to himself that the physical aspect that he most admired was that of handsomeness, and he admired a handsome lady for that very aspect, and not just for some pungent stirring of the loins. No sir – he was an Englishman, and his loins stirred for no one but Brittania, the handsomest of all ladies, and they stirred only in battle.

Which made the present situation even more bemusing, as there was a certain warmth that was beginning to stir within his bosom, which was in some little sense the gateway to the loin, there where the reverse was not the case. He adored to dance, as we have noted, and he himself was busily noting that Lady Montagu gave something tremendously pleasing to gaze upon whilst dancing, and something increasingly intriguing to listen to afterwards.

”Certainly, Lady Montagu. I believe I would take particularly keen pleasure in accompanying you on another tour or two of the floor...”

Next dance to follow!

She stepped up to Miss Arcy and patted her shoulder, giving her the best gesture of enjoyment and endearment towards her, before finding that man she had thought about before--remembering that one person she had mused upon when writing in her diary: Reverend Halfton.

The parting between Miss Arcy and Miss Thain was, although the young ladypigeon was not aware of it, having insufficient experience of emotional partings involving humans, a little awkward. Miss Arcy, for some reason, was finding it trying to look Miss Thain in the eye; her own eyes, in fact, appeared to be a little redder than was usually the case, which Alessa had once heard was a sign of heightened emotion amongst humans and, particularly, ladyhumans. In menhumans it was more typically a sign of pitiful weakness or brotherly love.

So to fill, or indeed avoid, the silence, which Miss Arcy was finding awkward, and Miss Thain was finding silent, Miss Thain turned away, as her mind had suddenly been filled a little with thoughts of her artistic muse from earlier in the week: the beautiful pile of limbs on the hillside, the possible wonder of humanity, the man who had admired her adventurous soul, the man who might be nearly almost as good as Mr Arbury.

”Good evening, Reverend Halfton?”

”Oh! Miss Thain! If it isn't your good self, which it is, of course. I trust you are enjoying the ball?”

Conversation to continue before the next dance!

Action: Excuse myself from the game-time to purchase a new dress, and pronto

"Excusi! Excusi! Mi camisa!" garbled Dame Diane de Oiseau, as she pushed politely through the confusing throng and out onto the steps of Lady Meyerschmidt-Crikington's mansion, and out into the refreshing evening air that suddenly filled her mind with great clarity. It was the fault of the English! Again! She cursed their tomatoes with a vehemence that would have surely marked her out as foreign, were there anyone but her outside in the mild breeze to hear, but it was a sign of her integration into English society that she could not help herself but blush very slightly.

The breeze brought her clarity, indeed, and she realised at once that she was suffering a crisis, and that in a crisis there was but one thing to do: she needed to purchase a dress. Napoleon had not conquered half of Europe, before the Great Disaster, by not regularly purchasing new dresses! She looked hither and thither until she spied her coachman, and beckoned him forth with an arch of her eyebrow.

Seconds later she was absconding from the ball at great speed, galloping down Lady Meyerschmidt-Crikington's luxuriously long gravel-strewn drive and towards town, and the dressmaker's boutique.

The carriage wheels swayed recklessly as the pair of horses pounded along, and it was not long before they screeched to a halt in the street. Dame Diane waited, of course, for the coachman to operate the coach door for her, and then she waddled up to the dressmaker's door. She gazed upon it for several seconds, racking her birdbrain, and then knocked it loudly with the knocker.

"Eh... 'Ello?"

”Hello? What it is? Oh, madam. How can we be of assistance at this late hour of nigh on half past the hour of seven?”

Conversation to continue before the next dance!

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« Reply #196 on: April 26, 2014, 03:39:23 am »

((I'm shamed by my posting activity. Sorry, la))

Miss Thain was, in the most simplest sense of the feeling, giddy as she spoke to the Reverend. "Oh yes I really am, Sir. The ball is quite extravagant and very stimulating!"
She realized, though, that part of her mind was somehow still musing on Miss Arcy's predicament, and she approached this observation with awe--this had never happened before, hence her wording trying its best to match the first idea she played with as she looked around.
She frowned, after a while.
Or at best, pouted.
With her beak.
"Though...I don't feel that happy when I talked with Miss Arcy. She's sad, and looks...devastated. How are you enjoying the ball, Reverend?" she said, after finishing her thoughts as proceeded by the teachings of etiquette.

This was going to be a splendid night!
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« Reply #197 on: April 28, 2014, 03:32:37 am »

"Oh my!" enthused Charlotte, "I could only wish to have been to as many balls as you. But I have only been to just the one, the delightful affair at  Miss Isabella's. Oh it seems so long ago! And I only got to dance one proper dance, and I should hope to do more dancing today and—"

Here she took a deep breath, her feathers on her voluminous pigeon chest fluttering slightly. And then, extraordinarily, she seemed to pick up on something Mr Pinkerton-Smyth had said.

"— you say you like flutes. Do you play? We could have a duet. I'm passably good on the piano-forte!"
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« Reply #198 on: May 07, 2014, 11:24:49 am »

Lady Katherine Montagu's ladypigeon mind fluttered hither and thither as she accompanied Captain Arbury back onto the dance floor. Captain Arbury, the man who was very probably the love of her life, so incredibly likely to be so that further effort to explore whether his interests matched up with hers would superfluous effort. Indeed it was quite tempting to simply lose herself in his eyes (and his chin!) while waiting for the band to start up and the peasants to remove the last of the boot-piercing shards of glass from the dance floor, but Lady Montagu rescued herself from the brink of such a reverie with a recollection of her purpose (that, of course, being to seduce this gentleman,) and resolutely set out to learn every little detail she could of the inestimable Captain in order to form herself into a prize beyond price in his eyes.

"Oh, Captain Arbury, this is such a wonderful night." Lady Montagu cooed, having already quite forgotten about the previous dance and its disastrous consequences. "Though I must say, the food is somewhat lacking in both quantity, quality, and nobility. Tell me, if we were not here, but were, instead- to choose a location and activity purely at random- taking tea at my favorite swing on my favorite estate, which of course is the estate where I am available for visiting at any decent hour of the week, what sort of delicacy would you most enjoy the partaking of?"

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« Reply #199 on: September 02, 2014, 04:17:49 am »

Many apologies about this.

I think I should pronounce it officially dead (to make me feel better, I guess); cause of death being the GM's not having enough time to keep it alive. The only chance it had was my dropping my other game and not starting another.

Thank you for your splendid roleplaying and languaging.
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« Reply #200 on: September 02, 2014, 04:26:14 am »

"Mister Darcy! No!"

One of the pigeons swoons and faints, seeing the sudden break occur in the game.


It was memorable, la. Thanks for running a great game.
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« Reply #201 on: September 02, 2014, 04:54:34 am »

Thanks for running it! My friends were often entertained secondhand by this.
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« Reply #202 on: September 02, 2014, 11:02:19 am »

So this is what it's like... when doves cry.

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« Reply #203 on: September 02, 2014, 11:04:26 am »

Why do birds, suddenly appear?
Every time you are near
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
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« Reply #204 on: September 02, 2014, 09:32:21 pm »

So this is what it's like... when doves cry.
Why do birds, suddenly appear?
Every time you are near
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you

...I now know how it feels to be a dove, here.
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« Reply #205 on: September 03, 2014, 09:57:23 am »

So this is what it's like... when doves cry.
Why do birds, suddenly appear?
Every time you are near
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you

...I now know how it feels to be a dove, here.

Just like the white winged dove
Sing the song, sad song she's singing
Coo, baby, Coo, Coo

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« Reply #206 on: September 03, 2014, 11:06:13 am »

ohgoodgodifeelsobadatkillingallthesepigeons
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« Reply #207 on: September 03, 2014, 01:40:45 pm »

ohgoodgodifeelsobadatkillingallthesepigeons
o_O

Like a feather in the cold wind of winter
I sigh, my breath freezing on my wing
I shift my cold feet right hither,
Will us pigeons be dead in the spring?

Nay, for we move on whether
The sun and moon are a thing,
Let us pass these cold winds together
And meet merrily in the spring.


I didn't think we'd be killed off D: Just our stories...discontinued, maybe? Only to be told at another time, at probably another place.
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