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You are in Vauxhall. You can see:
Pen - now a Wyndham
Ricky - the Corinthian
Vidal - was a Cub
Frederica - the she-marquis
Ceddie - back from the Wars
Beaumaris - wears knitted breeches
Sherry - lost Hero again
Waldo - wants to change his name
Mary - on the run from Sophia
SIGN ON: Eustacie - ooh la la
Eustacie exclaims: Eh! I thought that there would be more of us! Where is Ludovic?
Sherry looks sulky.
Beaumaris says: It seems that there was a misunderstanding as to the venue. From what I can gather, Tristam and his lady are waiting on alt.book.heyer while Hugo and Anthea went to the list-serv.
Beaumaris clears his throat.
Beaumaris: It seems that Ludovic and Rupert are in the taproom imbibing freely.
Eustacie shouts: Ludovic! I want you to come here now! It is most certainly unseemly for you to be drinking at this hour.
Ludovic shouts: Demnme, my wife seems to have found me. *hic* The ale is surpassingly fine.
Rupert shouts: Ignore the widgeon! Who wants to attend some prosy old conference. I've misplaced my blue stockings anyway. =)
Eustacie goes to the taproom.
Ludovic shouts: Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Eustacie walks in the room.
Ludovic walks in the room.
Eustacie says: we are both present now.
Pen whispers to Ricky.
Ricky whispers to Pen.
Ceddie asks: What in heaven's name are the two of you whispering about like a pair of schoolgirls?
Rupert walks in the room.
Mary says: I think you mean staggers.
Rupert says: I heard that. You've a dashed sharp tongue on you for a female.
Rupert hiccoughs.
Mary asks: Shall we begin the meeting anyway?
Vidal says: I volunteer to go and fetch Max and Deb from the gaming hall. They were awaiting the beginning of the meeting.
Mary asks: Waldo will you accompany my husband?
Vidal says: Mary love, you have no faith in me.
Rupert grins.
Vidal asks: what are you grinning about?
Rupert grins. =)
Ludovic says: Too much ale. He won't be much of a help in our meeting.
Mary moves Rupert to Newgate.
Rupert shouts: This isn't funny! If it isn't just like a dashed female to do something like this. Let me out of here!
Vidal goes to the Gaming Hall.
Waldo goes to the Gaming Hall.
A pretty girl walks by and smiles at Ceddie.
Ceddie gapes.
Ceddie exclaims: she's a vastly pretty gel. What do you suppose her name is?
Pen sighs.
Pen says: Someone turn off the atmospherics. Ceddie's brains are addled as usual.
Sherry asks: are we going to start soon? I'm due for an IRC session with Hero a bit later.
Eustacie says: me, I do not care what is said about me. It is not my nature.
Beaumaris says: errr, I don't think the meeting has commenced yet.
Eustacie subsides into silence.
Max walks into the room.
Deb walks into the room.
Waldo walks into the room.
Mary frowns.
Mary asks: where is Vidal?
Waldo looks at Max.
Max looks at Waldo.
Deb . o O ( It's better you don't know)
A gunshout resounds.
Waldo says: I'll wager you 500 pounds that Vidal succeeded.
Max says: five hundred that he didn't.
Mary asks: Deb - what happened?
Deb looks apologetic.
Deb says: it seems Vidal got into a debate with another online gambler about whether he could sever a mousecord with his pistol at fifty paces.
Mary shouts: Vidal!
Vidal shouts: the cawker shot the mouse!
Max shouts: Blast! Does this mean that you've won?
Vidal shouts: what do you think?
Julianna shouts: Do you mind? Frederick and I are trying to talk!
Comyn shouts: errrr - we'll be joining the meeting shortly.
Ceddie remarks: Decidedly improper for the two of them to be in a private room together! They locked it as well.
Max asks: Did you send an e-mail to everyone.
Mary says: Yes, and I was sure I was clear as to the venue.
Ricky says: The attachment you sent crashed my computer. What was it anyway?
Mary says: a map.
Ricky looks at Sherry.
Ricky asks: are you multi-tasking?
Sherry says: well there's nothing going on here.
Mary sighs.
Mary says: I suppose we might as well make a start.
Mary moves Rupert to Vauxhall.
Mary moves Vidal to Vauxhall.
A firework explodes in the sky.
Pen asks: was this the best venue?
Mary says: all the other rooms are occupied. Now let's make a start. I've received a disturbingly large number of e-mails from various of us complaining of certain events which are distressing us. One anonymous post said: 'Damnit, I'm dead. Must they constantly re-hash me?'
Ceddie exclaimed: I'm not dead!
Ceddie looks indignant.
Pen exclaims: Yes you are. This is the nineties, you must be dead. We all are. Look at the mathematics.
Ricky looks apologetic.
Ricky says: err, Pen my love - I'm afraid we can't be dead. We're fictitious.
Pen says: I keep forgetting.
Eustacie exclaims: Fictitious? Impossible!
Eustacie pinches Rupert.
Rupert yelps.
Rupert exclaims: Ouch! Thunder 'n turf you Frenchies are a violent mob. It's no wonder you invented the guillotine.
Eustacie says: You see - we are real.
Mary says: Now, now, this isn't a debate as to whether we exist or not. We've come together to discuss our portrayal on the Internet and whether we approve.
Ricky says: Pen and I were very embarrassed by seeing our private details published for all the world to see.
Pen blushes.
Mary says: how do you suppose I felt? It's a sad day when we enter the realm of fan fiction.
Beaumaris says: Araballe's coming, she had lag apparently.
Arabella walks in.
Arabella says: Sylvester and Phoebe are still in Hyde Park, they say they'll read the transcript.
Frederica says: I'm not comfortable with the dissection - having my name bandied about so lightly and my thoughts and actions delved into. Even when you're fictional, you have sensibilities.
Ceddie says: we should have a day of protest! When we refuse to say anything save say 'zounds!'
Ricky eyes Ceddie satirically.
Ricky says: Ceddie, you never cease to amaze me.
Arabella asks: how do I change the colour of my screen?
Beaumaris says: my point is that if I were real, I would be turning in my grave.
Ceddie shudders.
Ceddie says: must you keep mentioning death? It's a most unpleasant reminder you know.
SIGN ON: Aerin - Fire Haired
Aerin says: Oh dear, I seem to have arrived in the wrong discussion.
Mary says: It's all right, there was a last minute change of venues. The McKinley discussion group are holding a Java Chat now.
Aerin says: thanks very much.
Mary says: you're quite welcome.
SIGN OFF: Aerin - Fire Haired
Rupert says: t Blanche you're a pretty-looking filly
Rupert looks sheepish.
Arabella asks: who is Blanche?
Rupert says: I hate dropped tells. She's an opera dancer at Covent Garden.
Frederica asks: can't we get Georgette to help us?
Mary says: I thought of that. She e-mailed me yesterday and said that she was busy moderating the alt.dead.legends newsgroup as well as maintaining several sites.
Pen says: There must be something we can do.
**SYSTEM REBOOT**
Session closed.
Damnit, who booted me off?