Hello to our newest players

*daydreams about his mother's borsh* Hu-hu grubs, Sir Arthur?

to Maturin: Thank you, sir *bows*

Noe doubt borscht could be arranged.

huhu grubs. Taste like peanut butter. They were actually eaten by a few people here... first time I've encountered it in a while.

*wonders if Dr. Sinclair uses people for food experimets* I see, sir.

*grins* But they've all gone... just plain old liver, spuds and onions now (and condiments as mentioned).
If yer hungry, get down ter t'Crown and wonder. We'll pick ye up well enough. *is tempted to turn it into a song, but refrains*

*hopes it's not for food experiments such as the main course, but rather to test odd food. Wonders if it were better not to return to tent, just to be safe*

(why does everyone think I'm into experiments? I'd do them on meself first, you wouldn't get hurt!)

(Oh, if that's the case . .. and anyways more seriously is actually wondering what to do now. Timothy wise. )

(as in, with the surgeon? you could always creep back in, or something. Whch would kill a bird von lossow gave me as well... Or we could all three go to t'crown, and eat.)

(Kill a bird? What bird? o.O... I would creep with permission. Unless you are busy. Going to crown wise yer two are below ain't you? )

*to Captain Hunter*

And just a tip from a cavalryman: if your horse ever gets injured, DON'T go to them doctors. Go see sergeant Grey, he's a farrier with the Scots Greys, and he's a man who knows horses...

(we are below, but I might rush up, since nothings happening below. Problem being it's Maturins ghoul we're looking at.....
the bird being the army is useless and should have posted lookout-y things (he used a french word, I think, or somesuch. started with P.... I'm busy, but not so busy that your small interruption wouldn't be an issue. Hell, I've just had a patient dragged away in chains!)

*grumble* I ken horses enough.

Von Lossow , sir. It is right to send a horse to a horse doctor and a man to a man's doctor. It would be rather odd to have a man at a horse doctor.. and a horse at a man's doctor. Though it might work at times....the anatomy and dimensions are different.

(Aha. Oy, the army is not useless! Else who would you travel with any how. )

Threaten my ghoul and I will kill you.

*ghoul head* *evil cackle from behind Maturin*

*placatingly* I wouldna do such a thing, sir. Who brought ye dinner, just so I could see it?

I did!

but I was the mind behind it, cunningly giving ye a lesson in cooking, just so's I could weasle in ter see it again.

Ah, well I want to see it, too. Oh, Doctor Maturin, did you know there is a famous botanical garden in Coimbra? You might want to join us there.

I know you wanted ter see it.

(However, I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappear. see you later.)

*pops in, having missed the mass gathering as usual*

*waves to Captain Hunter* Greetings captain, and welcome!

*eyes the new comer* Late, sir?

I'm usually late when it comes to most of the major action that goes on around here...

(Ok back to being the type writter. HOpefully to return soon, but before I go:)

SIR! *salutes* The most important of men are always fashionably late.... or ..for whom goes that saying?
*blinks*

That can't be true though, Cause some of them put value on being on time.. and some on being late and forgtting

*small voice* their place? sorry, sirs.

*bows to Bolitho* Thank you, Captain.