Re: Graustark or Bust!
In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 339):
As Marian walks over to the group -- there are three gentlemen, one young woman, and what looks like a man with a Tiger's head (probably male; if you have any experience in what Tiger Men look like ^_^) -- one of the gentleman, dressed in black turtleneck and tan johdpurs, pulls a gold pocket watch out and glances at it. Without looking up from his watch, the young man speaks with a distincly American accent.
"I say, anyone want to take bets as to whether that harridan, Senorita Iburra, has poisoned herself; like that Vril thug we dragged all the way from Marseilles?" he says, at about the same time as Marian calls out in surprise at sighting the body, and Grimsby introduces himself.
"Well, this bloke better be dead! Otherwise we'll have to shoot him again!" the blond gentleman says, after Grimsby, then he gives a little chuckle and taps himself lightly on the side of the head.
"Oh, but where are our manners? Grimsby, old mucker, for shame! You didn't make introductions. Forgive me, dear lady. Allow me to introduce us to you...I am Denholm Hawkesbury, of the Hawkesbury Trading Company, out of Nantucket. Please do call me Dash. Our Brittanic friend, here..." Dash gestures towards Grimsby, who had just spoken, "...is, as he has said, Mister Grimsby Baskerville. My fellow American, here..." Dash slaps the other young gentleman on the shoulder in a comradely fashion, "...is Mister Bellgrove Wander, a reporter from New York City...or so he says," Dash gives a wink and a smile, then turns toward the young woman in the group.
"And this young lady, the avante savant of our little group, is Miss Mercy Kincaid. A Mechanicalist and explorer, who has been blessed to study in the shadow of the great Tesla, himself. And last, but by no means least, there is this bundle of bon vivant, trying to stay to the shadows, Mister Connor Holmes, an engineer out of Ireland. My friends, allow me to introduce you all to...this...fine lady."
Dash chuckles, again, then lowers his voice and says, "I do appologize, ma'am, but I forgot to ask you your name, before I started this cotillion. You are...?"