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Who: Bertie Wooster and OPEN
What: A Wooster about town
When: All day today-ish
Where: Various locations
Notes & Warnings: Multiple starters in the post, or feel free to add your own! Prose or action spam both welcome.

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"Well then, Bertie," Wander pulled a stool next to him and climbed onto it. "We should go out to try other kinds of tea sometime, y'know, as a friendly get-together. I'm sure they gotta buncha teas an' things down in the shops!" He quietly hoped that Bertie wasn't completely broke like he was; it would be just rude to cancel an outing at the last minute because neither of them could pay.

"Is Rocky Todd a friend o' yours? 'Cause if we ever find ourselves near...America," he paused to check if he got the name correct, "we can stop by his place and say that his good pal Bertie sends his greetin's!"

"Rocky's an old chum. He's a literary sort, a poet of some note, I believe." Bertie didn't follow poetry much, and didn't know that Rocky was, in fact, a notably bad poet.

"Trying out the variety of teas sounds like a corking idea." Money was not something Bertie had a problem with. And he was used to reaching into his pockets to pay for others less oofy as well.

"But...you said 'we' might send Rocky greetings from yours truly...is there another person here?" Bertie looked around, puzzled. Wander was rather small, so it was entirely possible that there was a second small orange person hidden somewhere in the room out of his sight.

"A poet?! Y'mean a lotta people getta read his writin'? I'm a bit of an artist myself, although I mostly just play the banjo.. but I'd love to meet 'im!"

He should remember to bring his banjo when they go out for tea. This poor human who probably never drank tea in his life was looking forward to that, right? He assumed that "corking" meant something good.

Wander's smile lessened when Bertie asked about another person. "Oh, right. There's no one else stayin' here with me, but most of the other times I travel 'round the galaxy with m'best friend. Shame that Syl couldn't make it."

"Rocky's a good chap and friendly. He would get you the shirt off his back, except he usually doesn't bother to put on shirt but rather loafs around in his pajamas at all hours. Drives Jeeves to vapours. If you ever do come across him, tell him that Bertram sends his regards and he will welcome you like an old chum."

He nodded at Wander's explanation of the mysterious "we."

"I usually travel with Jeeves, but he was otherwise engaged with a personal matter and couldn't travel with me. Is Syl your valet, too?"

Rocky sounded like a wonderful fellow, going out of his way to help others even if it meant a few personal sacrifices, something Wander could relate to. There was no doubt that they would make excellent friends!

Not as excellent, of course, as the relationship he had with his own best friend. "Actually, her name's Sylvia; Syl's just a nickname I call her. Usually I'd introduce y'all to each other but..." he shrugged and gave a small smile. "She' no valet, though, 'cept for the part where she carries me 'round everywhere, but that's no surprise considerin' she's a Zbornak. We're just real good friends that travel the galaxy together."

He glanced over to the water boiler and slid off the stool to prepare Bertie's tea. They said that he didn't have stay here for a long time, so Sylvia wouldn't get too lonely, he hoped. Still, Wander couldn't help but miss her a little.

"Pardon me, but what's a Zbornak? Is that a type of foreign servant?"

All this talk of Syl carrying Wander around put Bertie to mind of paintings of Oriental Sultans being trotted around on litters with lavish silk curtains on the backs of chaps in loincloths.

"Servant?! What?" Wander did his best to hide the hint of insult on his face. "No, I can never think of my best pal like that, and besides, Sylvia'd never accept bein' one!" How does he not know what a Zbornak even was? They're not an uncommon species in Wander's galaxy, and even people that never met one knew what they were.

Did...they not have those on any planets in the system Bertie was from?

"Pardon my bluntness," he carefully placed a tea bag into the cup, "but what kinda aliens you familiar with?"

"Jeeves is my best pal, and he's also my servant. He has a very strong feudal spirit, you see, gets offended at the very suggestion that a valet might call his gentleman by his first name and such."

The question of aliens got Bertie thinking.

"Well, there are the French. And the Germans of course. Oh, and Swedes, although I've never met one of those."

"Oooooooh..." Well, that explained it. "Seems like Jeeves 'n Sylvia are pretty different in that regard."

Wander never heard of any of any of those species Bertie mentioned, though. The possibility that he lived in another galaxy seemed more likely if they were familiar with different species.

He poured the hot water into Bertie's cup and set it beside him on the dresser, then placed the sugar packs right next to it and gave it a small pat.

"Never heard of the French and...the other ones. What're they like?"

"Well, the French speak a language called French. They're dashed good cooks, and by and large know how to have a good time. Also, they produce wine and drink it frequently. That may go some way towards explaining why they are both gay and passionate. The Germans are not very nice, except sometimes they are. I think it depends on the political situation and how things stand vis a vis our two nations, but I don't follow politics, bloody boring the lot of it. The Swedes have a king. His name is King Gustaf the Fifth."

That last tidbit of information was something he remembered from Jeeves.

"Those people sound really interestin'!" The French sounded the most fun to be with, but he wouldn't mind visiting the Swede king as well. He'd have to ask where their home planets are, but he was sure they were in the vicinity of America.

"But, what I was tryin' to get at is what they actually look like. Y'know, like how I look different from you? I've traveled to lotsa places but I never met those kinda aliens."

Edited 2014-06-22 20:30 (UTC)

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