by Calista and Danina
Andrew: Percy, what is WRONG!?!?!?
Percy: I..I just don't know Ffoulkes..Marguerite's been acting so strange...and I KNOW it's not THAT because I haven' t been home enough to MAKE one of THOSE...
Marguerite: I'd never noticed how....buff Lord Tony is.
Suzanne: Buff? Ohhhh......buffff! ::both women run after Tony, trying to pinch his delectable derriere::
Tony: PERCY!! FFOULKES! YOUR WIVES HAVE GONE INSANE! LADY FFOULKES!? WAS THAT ~YOUR~ HAND? BY GAD!
Suzanne: ::rolls eyes:: Spoilsport!! OOOOh, Margot, check out THAT hunk o flesh....::points to Chauvelin, and Marguerite squeals with delight::
Chauvelin: LADIES! No, Marguerite, you may NOT see what kind of underwear I wear these days! Madame Ffoulkes, unless you are a dental hygenist, I would appreciate you removing your tongue FROM my mouth! (Heh!)
((Comments: Yeah, that was a nasty-gutterish sort of comment. It's not MY fault.))
The Prince comes lurching over
Prince: Oh LAAAADIES...*
Marguerite and Suzanne: FROU FROU! FROU FROU! ::they throw themselves at the POW and begin ripping frou frou from his body::
Prince: Ladies, please! There's enough royalty to go around!
Percy: ::sighing sadly:: Where did we go wrong, Ffoulkes?
Ffoulkes: ::shrugs:: Search me. I'm going across to one of thoes beaches in France, Percy..the League can get on without me.
Percy: One of the beaches were the ladies go sans brassiere? Hmmm. Why don't we leave Dewhurst to run the League--what say you?
Percy: Oh, all right, man. Marguerite and Suzanne can run the League. About time those women do some work.....I'm tired of supporting Margot's wardrobe fund ANYWAYS.
Marguerite: ::looks up from the frou frou surrouding her:: EXCUUUUSE me?
Percy: Nothing, dearest. We'll just make Suzanne the Scarlet Pimpernel. She'd never notice, anyways. Poor dear seems a bit... ::twirls a finger near his head in a -she's-mental-motion:: ..confused by life, as it is.
Suzanne: Scarlet Pimpernel? Will I get as many men as you got females?
Andrew: Hmm, she's not as stupid as you thought, Blakeney.
Percy: Undoubtedly, my dear woman.
Suzanne: ::frowns:: I can't be the Scarlet Pimpernel. Red is awful with my complexion! Could I be the Cerulean Pimpernel? Blue looks much nicer on me....
Ffoulkes: ::Hastily, edging toward the day dream and those nude beaches:: of COURSE, love.
Suzanne: ::claps happily:: Goody! Come, Margot, we must be off shopping--the League's costumes will need redesigned completely! Goodbye, Lord Blakeney and, err...what WAS your name again? Andrew, was it?
Andrew: Something along those lines. ::grabs Percy and dashes for the Daydream:::