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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?