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[what_ho_jeeves]

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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[folkscallmewander]

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.

[what_ho_jeeves]

"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.

[folkscallmewander]

"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?"

[what_ho_jeeves]

"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."

[folkscallmewander]

"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?"

[what_ho_jeeves]

"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.

[folkscallmewander]

"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."