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"Depend upon it, Calcutta is the finest place in the world. I know there are towns with far larger and grander buildings; but then they are not half so clean, and new, and beautiful, as this bride-like city. I have been standing on the roof of the house the last half-hour for air, and, as it was midnight, had an opportunity of seeing all the gay company - returning from an entertainment at the government-house; and I assure you I never witnessed any thing that could compare with the splendour exhibited." Miss Emily Eden, 1836

The weather is already warm in Calcutta, nearly 77 degrees (25C) at mid morning, in the largest city in India. Calcutta is also at the center of British imperial control in India. The city is located on the eastern banks of the Hooghly River, while on the opposite side is the emerging city of Howrah. The remnants of mist still dot the banks of the river. Defending the city itself is the military garrison at Ft. William, surrounded by a massive public park known as the Maidan (and commonly referred to as the "lungs of Calcutta"). The docks along the Hooghly River are filled with ships from all over the empire and the wider world. Recently arrived ocean going passenger ships and freighters are tied up at the various piers and quays, while two large military naval vessels flying the East India Company flags lay anchored in the harbor. Steam powered riverboats are just further upstream, waiting to carry passengers into the interior and to other cities in India. The City of Palaces, as it is known, is constantly hustling, with large textile mills and jute processing factories seen along the river banks. On the opposite bank of the river is the Howrah train station, where coal from the distant fields and mines is shipped to the residents of Calcutta. A train's steam whistle can be heard howling in the distance.

Everything is a bustle and jumble of colors and smells, especially for those only recently arrived in India. The city, your guidebooks inform you, is split into two parts: Chowringhee (unofficially known as White Town) at the center of the city is where the majority of British and European residents live, and the northern sections (unofficially known as Black Town) where the population is almost entirely Indian. Plans are afoot to install gas lighting sometime this year, and the guidebooks proudly state that at least a few of the streets have been macadamized for almost 20 years. Hawkers sell copies of the Calcutta Star, the local English language newspaper. Native women can be seen wearing colorful muslin or silk Saris, the material depending on their status, while more prosperous men are wearing the local dhoti (pancha elsewhere in India) and kurta. The roads and byways of Calcutta are crowded, and despite the best attempts to keep them moving, are filled with wandering animals, horse drawn wagons and carriages, and endless throngs of people, seemingly the entire 140,000 or so residents crowded onto the streets at once.

For recent arrivals, the most luxurious hotel in the city is the Auckland Hotel, though inexplicably locals call it the Wilson' Hotel. It is considered the finest hotel in India. There are less grand sources of accommodations, including the Empire Hotel, Mrs. Monte's Boarding House and the Dearborn House Lodgings. For gentleman of some status, lodgings can be secured at the Bengal Club, the oldest club in eastern India.

Each of you, whether you are recently arrived within the last few days on a ship from England or if you have been resident in India for some time, find yourself in possession of two documents. The first is an engraved invitation to come to a New Year's ball, formal attire requested, hosted by His Excellency The Viscount Canning, Governor-General of India, at his official residence in Calcutta, the Government House. The festivities begin promptly at 8pm this evening. The second document may come in different forms according to your status: a private letter, a telegram, a set of military orders, but regardless of the form it takes it is a request to appear at the office of Sir Richard Talbot, private-secretary to the Governor-General, at 2 pm on 2 January 1857. His offices are also in Government House, located close to Ft. William. Your correspondence indicates that Sir Richard will provide you with instructions to your next posting (or your final destination) likely in the recently conquered and pacified Oudh region of northern India.

The church bells ring out across the city, especially from St. John's Church and from St. Paul's Cathedral, and from the Catholic St. Thomas' Church, indicating that it is 10 am.

(OOC: Time for IC introductions and as Sherlock Holmes' said, ""Come, Watson, come! The game is afoot. Not a word! Into your clothes and come!")

Strachan was eating breakfast when the young bell hop approached him holding out a silver tray upon which lay two envelopes, one of which looked like an invitation the other a letter. Without acknowledging the boy Strachan took the two letters and dropped a shiny rupee onto the tray. Opening the smaller envelope he carefully drew out the thick, heavily embossed invitation to the Governor-General's New Years ball. Strachan flicked the invitation onto the table. The Ball was full dress, which might well be a problem, his mess kit was still in its trunk and would need to be cleaned and ironed, he was also going to have to consider the expense of obtaining a carriage for the night.

Strachan pondered the logistics of getting everything arranged for the evening while he opened the second letter. The letter was from Major Parry Adjutant of the 1st Bombay Light Cavalry it instructed him to report to the offices of Sir Richard Talbot at Government House, by 2pm tomorrow. Major Parry apologised but it was likely Strachan would be on detached service likely in the recently conquered and pacified Oudh region.

Strachan tossed the second piece of paper onto the table, picking up toast and knife he slathered on butter and jam and stuffed the lot in his mouth today was going to busy. But a man couldn't expect to go running around without breakfast.

Julia Kaye awakens refreshed in her room at Mrs. Monte's Boarding House. She has only been in India a few days, and the wonder has not worn off. A new year, she thinks. A new world. A new life. A new beginning. She bathes and dresses, then heads downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. She looks forward to the New Year's ball this evening. Today she plans to go out and buy a new dress for the occasion. She would doubtless be doing a lot of dancing there, but she feels full of energy and excitement. Perhaps she could move beyond the tragedy of the past. Then, on the following day, she would get down to business, starting with her appointment with Sir Richard Talbot.

Arthur Dodgson

Out and about early to avoid the heat of the day, Dodgson strides along the dusty street back to his lodgings at Mrs. Monte's Boarding House. He is smartly turned out in his tropical fig, touching his riding whip to the brim of his solar topee whenever he encounters a white woman or one of the half caste wenches.

He's quite pleased to have found a howdah pistol in good condition, left at the gunsmith to have a clip attached to the stock. He'll be able to attach it to the carbine sling he also purchased. He'll have to see about finding someone who can reliably produce another dozen rounds for it.

Even more pleasing is the letter in his pocket from Sir Richard Talbot for an appointment tomorrow afternoon. That betokens a berth with the Sirkar or at least John Company. A splendid start for this venture, as it will provide pay and benefits while he sniffs out the chance that will make his fortune.

Less appealing is the summons to the Governor-General's New Year's ball tonight, nestled in the same pocket. Engraved invitation and 'formal attire requested', no less. Well, they'll have to take him in his best suit, bigod. Still, hob-nobbing with the grandees, not too shabby for former lance-corporal Dodgson of the Corps of Royal Sappers and Miners, eh? Calls for a drink, be damned that it's just ten o'clock.

Thomas Wakeham

Thomas had awoken feeling anxious, and neither breakfast or checking on his horse had calmed him much. He was staying in quarters for economies sake, not to mention avoiding having to climb into his regimentals. When he had ridden into the barracks a few days previously, in his accustomed riding clothes, a sergeant had called to him in broken Hindi, asking him his business. Thomas supposed that, with his tanned skin and convenient native dress, it was an allowable supposition. The man had coloured up quickly enough when Thomas replied in English.
Following that, he had found his long absence from the Regiment, on assignment to the Frontier Police in Oudh, meant few of the officers recognised him. The ones who did seemed surprised to see him, and he hadn't lingered long in the Mess.

However, none of this was the root cause of his anxiety. Ever since Oudh had been formally annexed, the future of the Frontier Police had been in doubt. Some said they were to be disbanded, others that they would be folded into a larger Military Police unit. He was desperate to gain some assignment that would keep him in the Oudh; his attachment to his life and the people there was strong. He had orders to report to Sir Richard Talbot tomorrow afternoon, possibly for news of a assignment, but he feared some censorious attitudes towards his conduct. Too many people in Calcutta seemed determined to treat the native population as a heathen horde in need of saving, rather than the complex and ancient civilisation he had come to admire.

Thomas shook off his brooding, and determined to take a ride to clear his head, perhaps up to the northern end of the city. Later he would have to climb into his dress uniform for this ball. He couldn't remember how long it was since he'd been in full fig, and he feared it wouldn't be in the best condition. He certainly couldn't afford a new set any time soon. though.

Granville Michaels

Ensign Granville Michaels had been awake at cock’s crow. The night had been warm, far warmer than on-board ship and he had slept poorly. The buzzing of insects had been particularly distracting as well and he hoped that wasn’t a foretaste of things to come.

Yawning so hard he thought his jaw might break, Granville climbed out of bed and looked out of the window of the Dearborn House Lodgings. The sun was already rising and the sounds – and the smells – of the city were already starting to grow. He rubbed his palm on his stubbled chin and glanced at the jug and bowl on the rattan table next to the small cot-bed. Though just a youngster, the hair on his face grew thick and strong and a daily shave was essential. His pack was propped against the wall next to the door and he dug out his shaving brush, soap and razor, sighing when he realised that the room was not equipped with a mirror and he would have to make do with the well-polished blade of his sword – never the easiest of tasks!

Fifteen minutes later, he stepped from his room and made his way down to the dining room. A sleepy looking native lad was sat in a chair but sprang up when he saw Granville. Quickly seating the young ensign at a table with a view over the modest garden, he rushed off to sort breakfast, leaving Granville to read through the contents of two letters that had been left for him the night before. The first was a request for him to attend the New Year’s Ball and he made a mental note to check his dress uniform. The second was a set of orders, commanding him to attend to the Private Secretary two days hence. Feeling apprehensive, but pleased, Granville tucked into his breakfast. He was here – in India at last – and couldn’t wait to find out where he would be sent.

Hermann Lovell

Hermann Lovell had been awake all night, going through the notes of various Hindi culture. They were a fascinating people, in his own opinion.

"Sir?" the indian servant tapped on his shoulders. "You are going to be late for the meeting with Mr. Talbot..."

"Right," Lovell muttered as he closed the book.He hadn't realized how old he was becoming. It would kill him one day, traveling like this, Hermann Lovell thought. It would really kill him. "Tell the driver that I'll just be right over," Hermann said. He quickly cleared the desk and picked up a few books up his own interests. Finally, he dug out an aged revolver from his desk and hid it within his pockets.

"Better be safe than sorry...in the Oudh...why am I talking to myself?" Lovell said.

Strachan stuffed the last of the toast in his mouth and then pushed himself out of his seat. One of the staff came over with his coat while another came forward to brush it down, he took the coat then waved them both away, before walking out to reception. The reception area was a bustle with guests and staff, there seemed to be more staff here than any hotel he'd ever stayed in. The staff were all locals of course, but they had enough english to understand Strachan, which was a good thing as Starachan didn't speak a word of their language.

Talking to the staff at reception, Strachan arranged to get his mess kit pressed and his boots polished; it was a reasonable price considering his location, but still an unwanted if necessary expense. With the issue of what to wear to the ball out of the way Strachan set out to arrange transport. Stopping in the shade by the hotel entrance he braced himself against the heat. It was only mid morning but it was already as stiffling hot as a June afteroon back home in London; his frock coat, de rigeur back home was going to be completely superfluous in Calcutta. Strachan took the frock coat off and handed it to a passing bellhop along with some change and instructions to which room to put it.

Taking a moment to get directions to the nearest livery from the imposing doorman Strachan walked out into the street.

OOC: Keeper,Strachan is dressed in his tropical suit with hat, but is unarmed appart from a gentlemans walking cane

As Julia steps outside, she encounters a somewhat older gentleman on his way back to the boarding house. She has seen him there before, and she believes his name is Dodgson. "Good morning, sir," she says, greeting him with a smile.

Dodgson smiles at the young woman, doffing his hat, "Miss Kaye, is it not? Allow me to introduce myself. Arthur Dodgson, former Lance-Corporal of the Corps of Royal Sappers and Miners. How might I be of service to you this morning?"

"Yes, that's right, Mr. Dodgson," says Julia. "I'm Miss Julia Kaye. Charmed." She extends her hand. "I was just on my way out to buy a new dress for the New Year's Ball tonight. Are you going as well?"

Arthur Dodgson

Dodgson considers as he remarks on how warm and sultry the day is becoming. He had been thinking of a relaxing brandy in his room and pounding his ear until luncheon. But the young woman shouldn't be left on her own in the city. Why, she hasn't even a bearer or a maid along to carry her parcells. Quite the young griffinette, eh? He recalled the landlady saying something about Miss Kaye's 'tragic bereavement.'

"I would be honoured to accompany you, Miss Kaye, and be of any service in my capacity."

If you're going to be taken for quality, Dodger, you got to act like quality.

Granville finished his breakfast, carefully tucked the letters back inside their envelopes and headed back to his room. He was already feeling uncomfortably warm and it wasn't even the hottest part of the day.

In his room he unpacked his dress uniform and hung it on the back of the door, trying to brush away some of the creases that it had accumulated on the outward journey. He sighed as he realised that it was going to take more than a quick brush to get it looking its best. He peered critically at his dress shirt, noting that the cuffs were starting to look a little frayed as well.

He closed his travel trunk, opened the door and headed down the stairs to the reception. "Excuse me," he said to the young man waiting there, "I need my uniform attending to, and I need to know where I might purchase a new shirt."

"Why, thank you," says Julia. "I was actually only asking if you were attending the ball this evening, but I would appreciate the company. Most men would find accompanying a woman as she shops for clothes dreadfully dull."

"I have been invited to attend the Governor-General's festivities this evening. As for accompanying you, well, I was brought up with sisters," he smiles.

""It's really not prudent for a woman to be out on her own in Calcutta," Dodgson continues. Or anywhere else, he thinks, "If you'll pardon my saying so, Miss Kaye. Have you any family in the town?"

"No, I don't," says Julia. "My family is back in Portsmouth. I've only just arrived in Calcutta and I don't really know anyone yet. Well, except for you, that is. Thank you for acting as my escort."

markh wrote:Thomas Wakeham
Thomas shook off his brooding, and determined to take a ride before his appointment, perhaps up to the northern end of the city. Later he would have to climb into his dress uniform for this ball. He couldn't remember how long it was since he'd been in full fig, and he feared it wouldn't be in the best condition. He certainly couldn't afford a new set any time soon. though.

The morning's ride is uneventful, though quite dusty and more than a little bleak. Beyond the northern suburbs, there was only flat terrain, and the further away from the Hooghly River you traveled, the dryer and poorer the surrounding countryside and native communities. You know that if you continue about 15 miles north of Calcutta, you will eventually reach the military cantonment of Barrackpore and the summer residence of the Governor-General/Viceroy. You know currently that the main regiment barracked there is the 34th Bengal Native Infantry. They have only recently returned to Barrackpore, having been stationed for more than two years in Lucknow to deal with the remaining outbreaks of trouble in the recently pacified Oudh region. They are soon to be joined by the 19th Bengal Native Infantry, who should complete their move from Lucknow to Barrackpore by the end of the month.

You also have heard that the Her Majesty's 32nd (The Cornwall) Regiment of Foot is stationed in Lucknow, along with a company of artillery. You have yet to get the full list of Native troops stationed in Lucknow, but you know there are significantly more than the single regiment of British regulars stationed there.

After a few miles, as the heat begins to build, its probably wise to turn back to Calcutta...

Philulhu wrote:Granville Michaels
Fifteen minutes later, he stepped from his room and made his way down to the dining room. A sleepy looking native lad was sat in a chair but sprang up when he saw Granville. Quickly seating the young ensign at a table with a view over the modest garden, he rushed off to sort breakfast, leaving Granville to read through the contents of two letters that had been left for him the night before. The first was a request for him to attend the New Year’s Ball and he made a mental note to check his dress uniform. The second was a set of orders, commanding him to attend to the Private Secretary two days hence. Feeling apprehensive, but pleased, Granville tucked into his breakfast. He was here – in India at last – and couldn’t wait to find out where he would be sent.

The puka-wallah in the corner of the dining room is moving three large ceiling fans in the dining room, stirring the morning air with a faint cool breeze. Two additional Indian servants besides the young lad move about the dining room, bringing breakfast to the dozen or so patrons still seated in the room. Granville notices at least one English family: father, mother, and three children, seated close to the same veranda and looking over the gardens behind the Dearborn House Lodgings. The youngest boy, probably about 10 years old, nods his head politely at the young Ensign. At another table are three other Europeans speaking a language other than English, but also seemingly quite fluent in the native language when they are asked about their food choices. Tea is provided, which somehow tastes better here in India than it does in England, and they have provided him an assortment of not only European breakfast items, but also what was assured to him was the traditional Bengali breakfast: Luchi ar Alur Dom. Luchi was a deep fried white flat bread, puffed up in cooking, along with spicy fried balls of potato made with onion, tomato, red chili powder, and cumin. Some fresh sliced mango dipped in sugar also accompanies the fried items.

Seon wrote:Hermann Lovell

Hermann Lovell had been awake all night, going through the notes of various Hindi culture. They were a fascinating people, in his own opinion.

"Sir?" the indian servant tapped on his shoulders. "You are going to be late for the meeting with Mr. Talbot..."

"Right," Lovell muttered as he closed the book.He hadn't realized how old he was becoming. It would kill him one day, traveling like this, Hermann Lovell thought. It would really kill him. "Tell the driver that I'll just be right over," Hermann said. He quickly cleared the desk and picked up a few books up his own interests. Finally, he dug out an aged revolver from his desk and hid it within his pockets.

"Better be safe than sorry...in the Oudh...why am I talking to myself?" Lovell said.

As Lovell hurried off to Mr. Talbot's office, he arrived at Government House, where a British soldier was standing guard. He came to attention as the man approached the house. "How can I help you sir?"
When he was informed that Lovell was looking for Talbot, the soldier relaxed his guard and scratched his chin. "Guv'nor, Mr. Talbot is away for the day. He will resume his appointments tomorrow, January 2nd. Perhaps your secretary confused the dates?"

ghill wrote:Strachan Stopping in the shade by the hotel entrance he braced himself against the heat. It was only mid morning but it was already as stiffling hot as a June afteroon back home in London; his frock coat, de rigeur back home was going to be completely superfluous in Calcutta. Strachan took the frock coat off and handed it to a passing bellhop along with some change and instructions to which room to put it.

Taking a moment to get directions to the nearest livery from the imposing doorman Strachan walked out into the street.

When Strachan inquires of the doorman, a tall Indian dressed in European clothing called Rajet, he nods his head. "Sahib, there are two choices for such a conveyance. One is Mister Carruthers, who runs the stables and livery about four blocks a way. He is a very fair man to work with, though I might be so bold as to state that his fees are rather expensive for a short term rental. However, if Sahib would not mind a chance to save some rupees, perhaps he would be so inclined as to seek out Mr. Kunwar Singh, on Chowree Road, just a short distance away from Mr. Carruthers. Mr. Singh is known to be quite fair with his prices and has some of the most adbhuta carriages and coaches for hire. He is a quite pukka gentleman."

Philulhu wrote:
He closed his travel trunk, opened the door and headed down the stairs to the reception. "Excuse me," he said to the young man waiting there, "I need my uniform attending to, and I need to know where I might purchase a new shirt."

The young English man on the front desk was named Rupert. He looked up from the large ledger, his ginger hair sticking up in spots from the early morning humidity. He listened intently to Granville's inquiry. "Sir, there are several excellent tailors not far from here. However, to be honest, if you want things done fast and quickly, I might be so bold as to suggest you take your things to the local laundry run by Mrs. Bandhura, who is two blocks over sir. She is an excellent seamstress, and she might be able to work up a new shirt for you by the end of the day. I know many of those in need of quick work go to her shop. If you tell her I sent you, she will likely be even more inclined to take on the work."

Mr. Handy wrote: "No, I don't," says Julia. "My family is back in Portsmouth. I've only just arrived in Calcutta and I don't really know anyone yet. Well, except for you, that is. Thank you for acting as my escort."

OOC: Where are the two of them headed to first?

Julia is glad for the company of the older gentleman. He is about her father's age, and he reminds her of him in some ways: a bit stern, but also full of kindness and compassion. She does realize that he is right that she shouldn't be on her own in a strange city. "I got the addresses of some dressmakers' shops in White Town," she says. "I know it's short notice, but we can see if they can have a dress ready for me by this evening."

Julia will have learned earlier in the morning from the very nice Mrs. Garritty who oversees the boarding house that "Headed out into that dreadful weather, are you? Please take a parasol. Your Devon complexion would absolutely be ruined by this weather and just wait until it really gets hot this summer. Oh, and my poor girl, I don't believe there is a single English dressmaker who will be able to get you a frock in such a short order. Not without costing you more than you might wish to spend. However" and the older lady will look about the lobby to see who is present before speaking in a more subdued voice "Miss Anoushka, a nice Hindoo girl you know, she is an absolute dear when it comes to making English style clothing. She once worked for that Mrs. Patterson, before the two had a falling out."

Mrs. Patterson's clothier, known throughout Calcutta as the best European dressmaker with the most up-to-date fashions, was the one that Julia had acquired from some English guests also staying at the boarding house when she first asked about acquiring a dress.

Lammomedes wrote:When Strachan inquires of the doorman, a tall Indian dressed in European clothing called Rajet, he nods his head. "Sahib, there are two choices for such a conveyance. One is Mister Carruthers, who runs the stables and livery about four blocks a way. He is a very fair man to work with, though I might be so bold as to state that his fees are rather expensive for a short term rental. However, if Sahib would not mind a chance to save some rupees, perhaps he would be so inclined as to seek out Mr. Kunwar Singh, on Chowree Road, just a short distance away from Mr. Carruthers. Mr. Singh is known to be quite fair with his prices and has some of the most adbhuta carriages and coaches for hire. He is a quite pukka gentleman."

Strachan straightened his cravat and stepped down into the street heading in the direction of Chowree Road I believe I'll go and see Mr Singh, if his prices are as reasonable as you say they are, there will be something in it for you Rajet."

Lammomedes wrote:The young English man on the front desk was named Rupert. He looked up from the large ledger, his ginger hair sticking up in spots from the early morning humidity. He listened intently to Granville's inquiry. "Sir, there are several excellent tailors not far from here. However, to be honest, if you want things done fast and quickly, I might be so bold as to suggest you take your things to the local laundry run by Mrs. Bandhura, who is two blocks over sir. She is an excellent seamstress, and she might be able to work up a new shirt for you by the end of the day. I know many of those in need of quick work go to her shop. If you tell her I sent you, she will likely be even more inclined to take on the work."

"That would be excellent, thank you," replied Granville. "Could I trouble you for more detailed directions so that I don't lose my bearings?"

"None of the English dressmakers will be able to get a dress ready for me by tonight," says Julia, "or at least not one I could afford. However, I did hear about a native girl named Miss Anoushka. She makes excellent dresses in the English style and keeps up with the latest fashions, and she's probably my only chance of getting a new dress in time. Shall we go to her shop?" Julia raises her parasol to keep the sun off of her face and starts walking briskly as soon as Arthur Dodgson is ready.

Dodgson touches his whip to his hat brim with a smile, "As you wish, Miss Kaye." He is not unhappy about being seen squiring the attractive young woman about the town. He is easily able to find the shop from the directions Julia was given. Not far from Miss Anoushka's shop, they chance upon Granville Michaels, who Dodgson met on the voyage out.

"Ho, young Michaels, taking the air, eh? Miss Kaye, allow me to present Ensign Granville Michaels, whose acquaintance I made aboard the ship from home. Ensign Michaels, may I make you acquainted with Miss Julia Kaye, who has not long been in India herself."

"Pleased to meet you, Ensign Michaels," says Julia. She smiles and holds out her hand.

"As I am pleased to meet you, Miss Kaye," replied Granville, returning her smile. "May I ask what brings you to India?"

"I've come to do missionary work," says Julia. She has also come to help her get her mind off of the loss of Henry, but she doesn't say that. If traveling halfway around the world and keeping myself busy won't do the job, she thinks, I can't imagine what will. The hole in her heart may never fully heal, but she hopes that it will at least be bearable.

"A very noble calling," replied Granville, politely. "Do you know where you will be situated? For myself, I am still waiting to find out where I am to be posted. I am trained to be an engineer so I hope it will be somewhere where my learning can be put to good use."

ghill wrote:

Lammomedes wrote:When Strachan inquires of the doorman, a tall Indian dressed in European clothing called Rajet, he nods his head. "Sahib, there are two choices for such a conveyance. One is Mister Carruthers, who runs the stables and livery about four blocks a way. He is a very fair man to work with, though I might be so bold as to state that his fees are rather expensive for a short term rental. However, if Sahib would not mind a chance to save some rupees, perhaps he would be so inclined as to seek out Mr. Kunwar Singh, on Chowree Road, just a short distance away from Mr. Carruthers. Mr. Singh is known to be quite fair with his prices and has some of the most adbhuta carriages and coaches for hire. He is a quite pukka gentleman."

Strachan straightened his cravat and stepped down into the street heading in the direction of Chowree Road I believe I'll go and see Mr Singh, if his prices are as reasonable as you say they are, there will be something in it for you Rajet."

Rajet nodded. "Very good Sahib."
As Strachan moved down the crowded streets, the directions that Rajet had given him prove to be very good ones, making the journey a little more than about 10 minutes or so. Chowree Road is, however, barely a road, more than a lane, on the outer edge of the central district. Several stables and liveries are located here, but it doesn't take long to find that opened by Kunwar Singh. A turbaned Sikh exits the small shop at the front of his livery building, wearing khaki colored clothes and a dastar (turban), with the traditional dagger thrust through a sash about his waist. "How can I help you Sir?"

Philulhu wrote:

Lammomedes wrote:The young English man on the front desk was named Rupert. He looked up from the large ledger, his ginger hair sticking up in spots from the early morning humidity. He listened intently to Granville's inquiry. "Sir, there are several excellent tailors not far from here. However, to be honest, if you want things done fast and quickly, I might be so bold as to suggest you take your things to the local laundry run by Mrs. Bandhura, who is two blocks over sir. She is an excellent seamstress, and she might be able to work up a new shirt for you by the end of the day. I know many of those in need of quick work go to her shop. If you tell her I sent you, she will likely be even more inclined to take on the work."

"That would be excellent, thank you," replied Granville. "Could I trouble you for more detailed directions so that I don't lose my bearings?"

Rupert takes a scrap piece of paper and a fountain pen and ink, and begins to write out some more precise instructions in a very skilled hand. When he is done, he sands and blots the paper, then hands it over to Granville. The directions are largely a series of instructions of turning left and right, looking for specific buildings, etc. There are more than a few street names, and while it appears that Rupert's idea of "local" is rather loose, it isn't more than a 15 minute walk through the crowded streets of Calcutta. The shop of Mrs. Bandhura is located in the Bow Bazzar St., one of the older sections of the city and commonly part of the Grey Area between the primarily Indian and primarily European sections of the city. Bowbazzar, both the street and the name for the section of the city, is home to many non-English Europeans and also a home to Calcutta's own Chinatown. It is probably one of the most ethnically diverse sections of Calcutta in 1857.

On his way to the shop, Granville will run into Dodgson and Julia...

Granville, Julia and Dodgson are all standing on the sides of one of the macadamized roads in Calcutta. Their conversation seems to place them in a eddy as the whirlpool crowds of Europeans and Indians swirl around them, much as like rocks in a stream will part the waters. However, at some point or another, inevitably, something comes to disturb that calm, and in this case it is a pair of wandering cows, bedecked in flowers and colored powders. The two cows are wandering the crowded street, without any sign of anyone tending them, and are moving towards them in a slow, leisurely pace.

OOC: Um, I seem to be in two places at once... ...

Philulhu wrote:OOC: Um, I seem to be in two places at once... ...

Oh I see that now...
Okay, let's assume you got the directions from Rupert, and on your way to the shop you ran into Dodgson and Julia.
I'll re-edit the previous post to make it make sense.

Matt

Lammomedes wrote:

Seon wrote:Hermann Lovell

Hermann Lovell had been awake all night, going through the notes of various Hindi culture. They were a fascinating people, in his own opinion.

"Sir?" the indian servant tapped on his shoulders. "You are going to be late for the meeting with Mr. Talbot..."

"Right," Lovell muttered as he closed the book.He hadn't realized how old he was becoming. It would kill him one day, traveling like this, Hermann Lovell thought. It would really kill him. "Tell the driver that I'll just be right over," Hermann said. He quickly cleared the desk and picked up a few books up his own interests. Finally, he dug out an aged revolver from his desk and hid it within his pockets.

"Better be safe than sorry...in the Oudh...why am I talking to myself?" Lovell said.

As Lovell hurried off to Mr. Talbot's office, he arrived at Government House, where a British soldier was standing guard. He came to attention as the man approached the house. "How can I help you sir?"
When he was informed that Lovell was looking for Talbot, the soldier relaxed his guard and scratched his chin. "Guv'nor, Mr. Talbot is away for the day. He will resume his appointments tomorrow, January 2nd. Perhaps your secretary confused the dates?"

"Ah, no," Lovell said. "That was just me being silly. Years are finally creeping up to me, I think," Lovell said. "Well, tell Mr. Talbot that I came by then," Lovell left the office quietly. "Might as well go for a walk," Lovell muttered.

"I'm still waiting to find out where I'll be working too," says Julia. "Perhaps I'll find out tomorrow. I have an appointment with Sir Richard Talbot." She notices the cows approaching. "Oh, how lovely! The Hindus hold cows as sacred, you know."

"So I understand," replied Granville, "Although to judge by some of the local people, a better use may be to feed some of the population." He coloured slightly, realising that he had been indiscreet. "Sorry," he said, "My grandfather always said he could never understand someone who would let belief get in the way of a good meal." Remembering Miss Kaye's calling, he realised he'd probably offended her as well and flushed bright red.

He cleared his throat and tried to change the subject. "I too have an appointment with Sir Richard. It seems it is he will decide all our futures."

Seon wrote:

Lammomedes wrote:

Seon wrote:Hermann Lovell
As Lovell hurried off to Mr. Talbot's office, he arrived at Government House, where a British soldier was standing guard. He came to attention as the man approached the house. "How can I help you sir?"
When he was informed that Lovell was looking for Talbot, the soldier relaxed his guard and scratched his chin. "Guv'nor, Mr. Talbot is away for the day. He will resume his appointments tomorrow, January 2nd. Perhaps your secretary confused the dates?"

"Ah, no," Lovell said. "That was just me being silly. Years are finally creeping up to me, I think," Lovell said. "Well, tell Mr. Talbot that I came by then," Lovell left the office quietly. "Might as well go for a walk," Lovell muttered.

"Right ho, Sir." The private is about to return to his post, when he stops. "Sir, if its not out of place for me to say so, you seem a bit new to Calcutta. If you have not been here before, might I suggest a walk down the Esplanade and see what is what. And if there is anything in particular you are looking for..." the last left obviously dangling. A quick glance about reveals that only Lovell and the private are standing about this morning.

Strachan stares at the turbaned Sikh, the stories of Ali babba and the forty thieves told at nannies knee in his youth come flooding back into his mind, only to be chased away by more imediate needs.

"Mr. Kunwar Singh I assume? I'm Captain Strachan, 1st Light Horse. I'm to attend the Governor-General's New Year's ball, and have been advised you both know your horseflesh and do not try to gouge a man for every penny, or I should say rupee. I'm after either a suitable carriage and man or a good horse and trappings. Now if you can oblige me in either of these two matters, I suggest we go look at beasts and carriages and then discuss suitable renumeration over a cup of tea. What say you?"

"Him that is weak in the faith receive ye, but not to doubtful disputations," says Julia, quoting from the book of Romans, though she makes sure that she says it with a gentle smile. "For one believeth that he may eat all things: another, who is weak, eateth herbs. Let not him that eateth despise him that eateth not; and let not him which eateth not judge him that eateth: for God hath received him." She pauses for a second. "I like a good steak as much as you do, but while I am in India I have resolved that I will do without, out of respect for the people. But yes, it seems that Sir Richard will indeed decide our futures, and that our paths will likely cross again."

ghill wrote:Strachan stares at the turbaned Sikh, the stories of Ali babba and the forty thieves told at nannies knee in his youth come flooding back into his mind, only to be chased away by more imediate needs.

"Mr. Kunwar Singh I assume? I'm Captain Strachan, 1st Light Horse. I'm to attend the Governor-General's New Year's ball, and have been advised you both know your horseflesh and do not try to gouge a man for every penny, or I should say rupee. I'm after either a suitable carriage and man or a good horse and trappings. Now if you can oblige me in either of these two matters, I suggest we go look at beasts and carriages and then discuss suitable renumeration over a cup of tea. What say you?"

"I am indeed Sahib Strachan. I understand the Governer-General's party is quite good for business everyone. I have done my fair share of business so far. However, I do have some very fine mounts left, and if you are looking for a carriage, oh yes, Sahib, I have a very nice brougham, this very sporty curricule and a few tum-tums, what you English call a 'dog-cart.' However, if Sahib truly wishes to arrive in style, I have a gharry for rental along with a very gharry-wallah to act as coachman. He is my cousin Arvinder Singh, very pukka driver. Also very good bodyguard should Sahib be in need of one."

He leads you around back, through a cobbled alley, to where the stables are and his covered mews. A half dozen young stablehands scurry about, moving horses and carriages in and out of the courtyard. It is obvious that Mr. Singh is doing a quite flourishing business.

The cows low loudly, mooing for some attention before they walk onto the sidewalk by you and then past you, as if they owned the street.

Arthur Dodgson

From what Dodgson can make of all the 'eateths' Miss Kaye's attitude seems more sensible than that of many of the Holy Joes and Preaching Colonels he has known. He fairly beams at the young woman.

"Well, Miss, we'd best be getting your errand accomplished before it gets any later, eh? Michaels, will you walk along with us?"

Strachan walks into the stables and breathes in deeply as much to breath the familiar smell of horseflesh as to check the stables are well mucked out and the hay fresh. It will also tell him if any of the horses have gut problems. He has no intention of hiring a horse from Mr Kunwar Singh whatever impression he may give if his stable fails at this first test.

"I would preffer the brougham as long as it has been well cared for and a decent horse for tonight, tomorrow I have to attend Sir Richard Talbot, the Governor-General's private-secretary on a matter of business and for that I shall need a mount, which of these beasts would you suggest?."

< waites for Kunwar Singh's direction />

Greeting and reassuring each horse in turn Strachan gives them a thorough once over starting with the legs and hooves, running his hands gently up and down each leg while talking nonsense to the horse in a calm tone of voice. He looks for lumps, bumps, swellings or cuts. He then scratches the horses ears before running his hand down the horses back watching to see if the horse flinches or moves away from his hand? Strachan then, blows gently in the horses face then steps along side it and rests a hand on the horse's wither so it knows where he is and uses his other hand to sweep gently underneath his belly where the girth rests if the stable hands do not know there job a horse can easily get saddle sores here. Finally, he moves to the front of the horse gives its ears and the top of its a good rub to while at the same time looking the horse carefully in the eyes and the nose and checks its teeth.

Giving each horse one final scratch behind the ears, Strachan turns to Kunwar Singh. "Mr Kunwar Singh, shall we go and sit and talk about fine horseflesh and the less pleasant topic of money".

Keeper,I assume its a [b]Riding[/b] roll to check the quality of the horse, in which case hopefullu Strachan's [url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3293380/]luck is in[/url] as his riding is 60%. He'll try and [b]Persuade (65%)[/b] Mr Kunwar Singh that he will be a) a good repeat customer b) has connections with the private-secretary to the Governor-General and should be given a line of credit or at the least a better than preferential rate.

"Yes, that's right," says Julia, "we really should get moving." She turns to Granville and explains. "I'm on my way to buy a new dress for the New Year's Ball tonight, and time is of the essence if it's to be ready."

ghill wrote:Strachan

"I would prefer the brougham as long as it has been well cared for and a decent horse for tonight, tomorrow I have to attend Sir Richard Talbot, the Governor-General's private-secretary on a matter of business and for that I shall need a mount, which of these beasts would you suggest?."

< waites for Kunwar Singh's direction />

Giving each horse one final scratch behind the ears, Strachan turns to Kunwar Singh. "Mr Kunwar Singh, shall we go and sit and talk about fine horseflesh and the less pleasant topic of money".

Strachan's thorough checking of the horseflesh seems to amuse Mr. Singh, but if he should ever check the face of the placid Sikh, Strachan will only see signs of encouragement, as the Sikh knows that there is very little he has to worry about. Oh, one or two of the mounts are slightly more used than the others, and one is showing some signs of colic, but otherwise the vast majority of the dozen or so animals in the stables are in very good health. There is even one horse that Strachan comes upon and spends some extra time looking over. Singh coughs politely. "That, Sahib, is the pride and joy of my stables. That is a fine quarter horse of pukka English stock. A former cavalry mount I believe that the English captain had called 'Victory.' However, Captain Peel was reassigned to Burma only three months ago and had to leave this horse behind. Horse is fiesty, but was personal mount of the very good Sahib Captain."

As they walk back to his office, Singh nods. "I have the brougham ready for you by 5 pm today along with a very good horse. As for Sahib's journey, I of course recommend you find Victory most suitable." They enter into his office and settle down over a cup of sweetened tea to negotiate.

Strachan

Hide,Roll a [b]Bargain[/b] check. This will determine whether you get a bargain or not. Regardless of the outcome, Strachan can guess that Singh is a hard but fair bargainer.

After a fair bit of literal horse trading Strachan and Kunwar Singh agrees to a price to hire the brougham for the night and Victory for the following day. Strachan shakes the Sikh's hand then gets to his feet "Its been a pleasure Kunwar Singh. Its nice to see good horseflesh, well treated. I'll see your man with the carriage this evening."
Strachan moves to go and then has second thoughts and turns back the Sikh.

"Look, about Victory, can't say I've ever seen British stock bred to a American quarter horse, but I know they're fast buggers, if he handles and has the stamina for a good hunter I'd be interrested. Perhaps, you can put some thought into what would be a fair price for him. Oh and I'll be looking for at least one other mount for riding out on."

OOC: Keeper,Strachan's bargain skill is 35% I rolled a [url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3294390/]10[/url]

Mr. Handy wrote: "Yes, that's right," says Julia, "we really should get moving." She turns to Granville and explains. "I'm on my way to buy a new dress for the New Year's Ball tonight, and time is of the essence if it's to be ready."

As Julia, Granville and Dodgson continue their journey down the streets of Calcutta, they eventually arrive outside the address of the dressmaker. They can hear the whirling and whizzing of a few sewing machines, and some voices raised in an Indian native tongue. This is quickly followed by laughter for a number of female voices.

OOC,Players who have [b]Bengali[/b] recognize the language. Those who have only Hindi or another native language know it is not those languages.

On the doorstep of the small shop appears a young Indian woman, perhaps in her early 20s, wearing a traditional saree in a deep green color. Her dark hair and dark complex are almost illuminated by the choice of dress color. Moreover, for the two gentleman accompanying Julia, the feminine curves of clearly outlined in the closeness of the dress she is wearing. The young woman seems startled by the appearance of the three Europeans on her doorstep. Her voice seizes up and emits a small "Squeek" as she blushes at the same time.

ghill wrote:After a fair bit of literal horse trading Strachan and Kunwar Singh agrees to a price to hire the brougham for the night and Victory for the following day. Strachan shakes the Sikh's hand then gets to his feet "Its been a pleasure Kunwar Singh. Its nice to see good horseflesh, well treated. I'll see your man with the carriage this evening."
Strachan moves to go and then has second thoughts and turns back the Sikh.

"Look, about Victory, can't say I've ever seen British stock bred to a American quarter horse, but I know they're fast buggers, if he handles and has the stamina for a good hunter I'd be interrested. Perhaps, you can put some thought into what would be a fair price for him. Oh and I'll be looking for at least one other mount for riding out on."

OOC: Keeper,Strachan's bargain skill is 35% I rolled a [url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3294390/]10[/url]

Kunwar Singh nods his head. "It will be as you request Sahib. My man will expect payment at the end of the evening if that is acceptable to you. One question, though Sahib, where exactly is my man coming to pick you up for your presentation this evening?" Once he notes down the address on a small pad of scrap paper, he nods once more. When Strachan turns, he smiles. "I will do so Sahib. I doubt you will have any problems with Victory or with any mount you hire or may the Gods preserve, you purchase from Mr. Kunwar Singh. I will most certainly consider your inquiry and develop and fair an equitable price for each horse and the necessary accoutrements for your successful riding."

"Good morning," says Julia in English with a smile. If the young woman doesn't seem to understand, she will try Hindi, though she knows that's not what the women within the shop are speaking. "My name is Julia Kaye. I've been invited to the New Year's Ball tonight at Government House, and I'd like to buy a dress."

markh wrote:Thomas Wakeham

Thomas shook off his brooding, and determined to take a ride to clear his head, perhaps up to the northern end of the city. Later he would have to climb into his dress uniform for this ball. He couldn't remember how long it was since he'd been in full fig, and he feared it wouldn't be in the best condition. He certainly couldn't afford a new set any time soon. though.

Riding always relaxed Thomas, which was a good job, because before leaving he'd looked out his dress blues, finding them in dire need of some repairs if he was not to present a decidedly odd figure this evening. He'd stuffed them into a saddlebag before riding out through the Maidan, enjoying the clear green space in the heart of the city, before heading north into the native section of the city.

As he rode, he'd mentally composed a pair of letters that really needed writing: one to Saleha, to reassure her that he hoped to be back in the Oudh before long; the other home to England, to his family. That one really ought to mention Saleha too, but he wasn't sure how to go about it. Maybe that one could wait - he had a whole platoon of brothers and sisters, so his tardy correspondence wouldn't be much noticed.

Finally turning his horse's head back towards the barracks, he contemplated getting that uniform seen to. It was a while since he'd been in Calcutta, and he tried to remember where he'd taken his blues last time.

Lovell waved him off and left the office. "Might as well," he thought at the private's comment. He headed towards the Esplanade.

Mr. Handy wrote: "Good morning," says Julia in English with a smile. If the young woman doesn't seem to understand, she will try Hindi, though she knows that's not what the women within the shop are speaking. "My name is Julia Kaye. I've been invited to the New Year's Ball tonight at Government House, and I'd like to buy a dress."

The woman swallows visible and tries a western style curtsy, but doesn't succeed that well. She nods at the two men accompanying Julia. "Memsahib, my name is Anoushka Guhathakurta, though you may simply call me Anoushka. All of the girls have heard of this grand dance. Such a privilege it would be for Memsahib to wear such a creation my shop create. However, Memsahib, we would need hours to finish proper attire of English apparel if you wish to go so. Most unlikely we could get proper attire done in such limited time. However, if Memsahib willing to allow slight Indie influence in ball dress, we get Memsahib quite proper saree for tonight with most pukka English influences. But Anoushka would understand if Memsahib wish instead proper only English gown. We do best job under time left, but not proper work of Anoushka and her girls."

Seon wrote:Lovell waved him off and left the office. "Might as well," he thought at the private's comment. He headed towards the Esplanade.

As Lovell strolls along the Esplanade, the vast main thoroughfare cutting through the heart of White Town, there are many shops and branches of shops that ring with familiar names from home. Out and about on the streets are many different men and women of various European nationalities, and Lovell can hear people speaking not only English, but also Portuguese, French, and even a few speaking Dutch. At one point, wandering down and intriguing side street, he ends up walking down the paved street past some closed shop fronts. Ahead, about 50 feet away, a fountain gurgles in an square, surrounded by proper buildings all built in a quasi-European design. There seems to be no one about as the sun beats down on the square except for the strange figure playing some sort of instrument. As Lovell focuses he see sitting in the middle of the square a swami or a fakir, sitting on a hand-woven rug and blowing a long wooden pipe, while two snakes sway rhythmically back and forth in front of the snake charmer. They seem to be...what did the guide book call them...cobras? Off to one side is a wicker basket, laying on its side, the lid rolling towards Lovell.

"Thank you, Anoushka," says Julia. "A dress with some Indian influence would be splendid. I know that time is short, so we should get started right away. I'm sure you'll want to take my measurements."

markh wrote:Thomas Wakeham
Finally turning his horse's head back towards the barracks, he contemplated getting that uniform seen to. It was a while since he'd been in Calcutta, and he tried to remember where he'd taken his blues last time.

Most of the regular British officers and men in town who needed a quick fix to their uniforms, or who needed to replace/repair/add to their whole kit, went to Geo. Digby's Army and Navy Store. It was one of the few truly grand European shops in Calcutta, located just off the northern end of the Esplande, on Dufferin Road. Those serving in the East India Company could find a number of shops catering to John Company's interests in and around the Writer's Building, located on Dalhousie Square and by the Lal Dighi (Red Pool), the central reservoir for fresh water in Calcutta. The Writer's Building and surrounding structures were the seat of the East India Company's power in not only Calcutta, but all of India. Probably the most popular shop is for those directly employed as soldiers with the company is Jo. Harcourt Tailor, located just off Dalhousie Sq. Mr. Harcourt, nearly 70 years of age, was an old subaltern in the Company army and is said to have been living in India since he came as a young man after the Napoleonic Wars ended.

Writer's Building

Mr. Handy wrote: "Thank you, Anoushka," says Julia. "A dress with some Indian influence would be splendid. I know that time is short, so we should get started right away. I'm sure you'll want to take my measurements."

Anoushka bows slightly and motions for Julia to step within the cool and herbal scented shop/workplace. "Would Memsahib like her gentlemen to wait here for you? It should not take more than one hours time. I will have tea and coffee served to them along with chenna murgi, ras malai, ras gullas, or chum chums. All sweets Bengali, Memsahib, to enjoy with milk tea. Yes? Or do the pukka Sahibs have other places to go?"

"Well, I am in need of a new shirt," replied Granville. "The boarding house told me to seek out Mrs. Bandhura in Bow Bazzar Street. Perhaps I could trouble you for directions?"

"It was nice meeting you, Ensign Michaels," says Julia. "I'll see you later." She steps into the shop, glancing back at Arthur Dodgson.

Philulhu wrote:"Well, I am in need of a new shirt," replied Granville. "The boarding house told me to seek out Mrs. Bandhura in Bow Bazzar Street. Perhaps I could trouble you for directions?"

Anoushka thinks for a moment, then yells inside to one of the girls, speaking rapidly in this Indian dialect. She nods and then turns back to face Granville. "This shop my girl knows of. If you are willing, Sahib, she will escort you to the shop. She will wait and then bring you back if you wish, or she can perform shopping if you not need her service." A young Indian woman, perhaps 17 years of age, appears, wearing a saree. She smiles politely as Anoushka introduces her to you. "Her name is Priya. Not much English she know. Some, but not much."

Arthur Dodgson

Arthur touches his whip to his hat brim with a smile, as Miss Kaye enters the shop, "I'll return in an hour or so and escort you home, Miss Kaye, with your permission. Perhaps I'll partake of some of your refreshments then, Miss Anoushka."

He turns to Michaels, "I'll walk along with you, Michaels, if you've no objection. I see you're Royal Engineers. I served with the Sappers and Miners in Crimea, seventeenth man into the Redan with Lt. Elphinstone and Colour-Sergeant MacDonald the day they won their VCs."

"Of course," says Julia. "I'll see you in an hour." Arthur's mention of the Redan brings back sad memories that she quickly supresses. Henry had gone into the Redan as well, though he hadn't made it back out.

markh wrote:

markh wrote:Thomas Wakeham
Finally turning his horse's head back towards the barracks, he contemplated getting that uniform seen to. It was a while since he'd been in Calcutta, and he tried to remember where he'd taken his blues last time.

Ah yes, he recalled that Harcourts would do a decent job for a fair price. The busy Esplanade wasn't really a street to take a tired horse down, so Thomas stabled him close by before heading towards the Esplanade and then Dalhousie Street. Passing through a side street, he fancied he heard the sound of pipes.

Lammomedes wrote:Anoushka thinks for a moment, then yells inside to one of the girls, speaking rapidly in this Indian dialect. She nods and then turns back to face Granville. "This shop my girl knows of. If you are willing, Sahib, she will escort you to the shop. She will wait and then bring you back if you wish, or she can perform shopping if you not need her service." A young Indian woman, perhaps 17 years of age, appears, wearing a saree. She smiles politely as Anoushka introduces her to you. "Her name is Priya. Not much English she know. Some, but not much."

"That is most kind, thank you," replied Granville, smiling warmly at Priya. "Pleased to make your acquaintance," he says to the young woman.

Mr. Handy wrote:

"Of course," says Julia. "I'll see you in an hour." Arthur's mention of the Redan brings back sad memories that she quickly supresses. Henry had gone into the Redan as well, though he hadn't made it back out.

Julia finds the ladies who work for Anoushka to be not only quite efficient but also stunningly chatty, even if she couldn't understand one word in 20. They motioned for her to move this way, that way, lift her arms, turn her body in this bend, then that, and by the end of the first 15 minutes, she was sweating slightly, but they seemed to have used their tape measures to almost "whip" her into shape. They took numbers and debated a series of clothes, showing Julia bolt and bolt of silk fabrics. Anoushka watched and oversaw the process as the women moved about her like fluttering butterflies. However, one of the older women who had been observing everything quietly spoke in a deep raspy voice. All of the girls came to a halt, and it was so quiet that a they all heard a single pin pin drop and bounce on the floor. Miss Anoushka spoke softly to the older lady who nodded her head and then she came and spoke to Julia. "Memsahib, we can get you at least two dresses done in about 6 hours. That would give you plenty of time to be ready for tonight's ball. But Mrs Tripti, memsahib, point out that dress would be more India then European. That becomes awkward Memsahib with your" she looks for a word, then says something in her native tongue before shaking her head and then touching Julia's corset. "This becomes problem with Indian saree dresses we make. Not work right, become even very unflattering. We provide support, but not with these...stays? However, Mrs Tripti say you English women not seen without stays. We say you modern enough woman to look good over cruelty."

Julia could see one of the girls translating Anoushka's words for the other girls, and all were looking at her waiting for an answer.

markh wrote:

markh wrote:

markh wrote:Thomas Wakeham
Finally turning his horse's head back towards the barracks, he contemplated getting that uniform seen to. It was a while since he'd been in Calcutta, and he tried to remember where he'd taken his blues last time.

Ah yes, he recalled that Harcourts would do a decent job for a fair price. The busy Esplanade wasn't really a street to take a tired horse down, so Thomas stabled him close by before heading towards the Esplanade and then Dalhousie Street. Passing through a side street, he fancied he heard the sound of pipes.

Yes indeed there were sounds coming from down this side street. Wakeham had been told by the stable lads that this was a shortcut, but was it the street before this one, or the next one up the block? However, a glance down the deserted street revealed a European gentleman standing before a snake charmer and two large serpents. The pipe music continued to play, and the snakes swayed back and forth, and the European gentleman standing there (Lovell), who by the cut of his dress was likely another Englishman despite his deep tan, seemed equally amazed by the scene.

Philulhu wrote:

Lammomedes wrote:Anoushka thinks for a moment, then yells inside to one of the girls, speaking rapidly in this Indian dialect. She nods and then turns back to face Granville. "This shop my girl knows of. If you are willing, Sahib, she will escort you to the shop. She will wait and then bring you back if you wish, or she can perform shopping if you not need her service." A young Indian woman, perhaps 17 years of age, appears, wearing a saree. She smiles politely as Anoushka introduces her to you. "Her name is Priya. Not much English she know. Some, but not much."

"That is most kind, thank you," replied Granville, smiling warmly at Priya. "Pleased to make your acquaintance," he says to the young woman.

"Very pleased to meets you Sahibs. I good Priya Ghosh, Sahib. I lead you to shop, yes?" She guided Granville and Dodgson through the streets, until they arrived outside his shop. Watching her nubile hips sway as she walked, the silk caressing her form, and her shy glances as she pointed out the sights, well this is why young men came to India in the first place. Granville and Dodgson both also notice that more than a few Englishmen were making wolf whistles at the girl, who placed her head down until they passed by the ooglers. "I wait for Sahib?"

"Yes, that's true," says Julia. "I wouldn't have come to India on my own if I weren't a modern woman. Corsets are good for support, but they are a bit restrictive. I might feel more free in a saree without a corset, and it would certainly attract attention." She smiles. "Yes, I can do without the stays." She undoes her corset's fastenings and removes it.

Lammomedes wrote: Yes indeed there were sounds coming from down this side street. Wakeham had been told by the stable lads that this was a shortcut, but was it the street before this one, or the next one up the block? However, a glance down the deserted street revealed a European gentleman standing before a snake charmer and two large serpents. The pipe music continued to play, and the snakes swayed back and forth, and the European gentleman standing there (Lovell), who by the cut of his dress was likely another Englishman despite his deep tan, seemed equally amazed by the scene.

Thomas strode down towards the scene, intruigued. Walking up to Lovell, he watched the snakes "dance" for a few moments, then started to dig in his pockets for a small coin.
"A strange spot to choose, eh?" he opined in Lovell's direction. "He'll not gather much dhan in such a deserted spot". Thomas used the Hindu word for money, confident that any man with such a deep complexion must have been in country for some time.

Mr. Handy wrote:

"Yes, that's true," says Julia. "I wouldn't have come to India on my own if I weren't a modern woman. Corsets are good for support, but they are a bit restrictive. I might feel more free in a saree without a corset, and it would certainly attract attention." She smiles. "Yes, I can do without the stays." She undoes her corset's fastenings and removes it.

As Julia begins to awkward unlace her corset (and without a lady's maid, it is no easy process), several of the young women come to help, and in a jiff, Julia is left in only her bloomers. Anoushka smiles and Mrs Tripti laughs. "You look proper Indian woman now." However, one of the girls smiles and leads Julia behind a screen where they actually help to remove her undergarments. Once she is naked, they hand her some silk Indian undergarments, and then fit her with most of the material that once sewn and fitted, will be her saree for this evening. She is led before the shop's pride and joy: a fully modern silvered glass mirror in a large wooden frame, showing 3/4th of her silhouette. They then take more measures with their marked tapes and make chalk markings before getting Julia out of outfit one. Then then repeat with outfit two, the whole process taking about an hour. It gets quite warm in the darkened shop, with all the twirling, moving, wrapping and unwrapping of silk from her body. But it is soon done.

As one of the younger girls brings her a mug of milky but strong tea, and another silk dressing gown, Julia notices some of the girls sketching out images of her European clothes onto paper. Anoushka comes over to her. "Memsahib, we will get you redressed soon and have your very silk sarees ready for this evening. Is there anything else we can do for memsahib?"

OOC,You can decide whatever color you want for these sarees. It will turn heads among more proper European women for you to appear in a saree to the ball, but it is not entirely unheard of.

"Thank you," says Julia, sipping the tea and inhaling the steam that rises from it. "You've done a superb job. There's nothing further that I need. At what time this evening should I come to pick up the sarees?"

OOC,I'd like the sarees in purple and blue.

Anoushka smiles. "If Memsahib wishes, they will be ready by 5 of the clock. If, however, Memsahib would rather have them delivered, we shall do so. It is only service we provide. However, memsahib, much as it pains me, we must talk price, yes?"

The negotiations are vigorous or simple, depending on how Julia wishes to approach the offer Anoushka makes. Both sarees, of Indian silk, plus accoutrements and accessories comes out to 2 pounds, 10 shillings when the negotiations are finished. Once the negotiations are done, the girls will help Julia redress in her most proper English attire, accompanied by a few giggles from the younger girls, one of who asks. "Memsahib faint often in cocoon, yes?" Pointing to the layers of clothing she is being bundled into once again.

Julia giggles too. "No, not really," she says, "but I suppose I've gotten used to it. I would like the sarees delivered to my boarding house when they're ready, please." She gives Anoushka the address. She readily agrees to the price and pays her once she is again fully clothed.

Lammomedes wrote:"Very pleased to meets you Sahibs. I good Priya Ghosh, Sahib. I lead you to shop, yes?" She guided Granville and Dodgson through the streets, until they arrived outside his shop. Watching her nubile hips sway as she walked, the silk caressing her form, and her shy glances as she pointed out the sights, well this is why young men came to India in the first place. Granville and Dodgson both also notice that more than a few Englishmen were making wolf whistles at the girl, who placed her head down until they passed by the ooglers. "I wait for Sahib?"

Granville is feeling distinctly hot under the collar. He recalled a late-night conversation with his grandfather prior to his departure when the older man had spoken fondly about some of the rare beauties he had seen whilst in India. Surely, Priya must be one such beauty. Her natural movement was so sensuous...

Granville swallowed hard and shook himself. He looked around and scowled at Englishmen. "Have you no shame, Sir?" he called out to one. "How would you feel if your sister were to be treated in such a way?"

Arthur Dodgson

Dodgson lays an avuncular hand on Granville's shoulder. "Now now, lad, that won't answer," he says in a soothing tone, "They'll never understand what's wrong in it. Can't see the correspondence, don't ye know. You go in and get your shirts and I'll stay out here and see to it no harm comes t'th'young lady. Off ye go. There's a good gentleman"

Arthut steps up on the porch and sits down in a rattan chair. "Priya," he says once Michaels is safely inside, "Come sit here by me an we'll take a little snooze in th' heat o' th'day."

Mr. Handy wrote: Julia giggles too. "No, not really," she says, "but I suppose I've gotten used to it. I would like the sarees delivered to my boarding house when they're ready, please." She gives Anoushka the address. She readily agrees to the price and pays her once she is again fully clothed.

Anoushka accepts the money and slides it into a metal lockbox she keeps in her office. The girls help her get dressed, and once they are done, Julia can either wait in the front of their shop, or wander the streets if she wishes and then come back when the men arrive. Or...

Philulhu wrote:

Lammomedes wrote:"Very pleased to meets you Sahibs. I good Priya Ghosh, Sahib. I lead you to shop, yes?" She guided Granville and Dodgson through the streets, until they arrived outside his shop. Watching her nubile hips sway as she walked, the silk caressing her form, and her shy glances as she pointed out the sights, well this is why young men came to India in the first place. Granville and Dodgson both also notice that more than a few Englishmen were making wolf whistles at the girl, who placed her head down until they passed by the ooglers. "I wait for Sahib?"

Granville is feeling distinctly hot under the collar. He recalled a late-night conversation with his grandfather prior to his departure when the older man had spoken fondly about some of the rare beauties he had seen whilst in India. Surely, Priya must be one such beauty. Her natural movement was so sensuous...

Granville swallowed hard and shook himself. He looked around and scowled at Englishmen. "Have you no shame, Sir?" he called out to one. "How would you feel if your sister were to be treated in such a way?"

One of the men stops, an Englishman of middling years, with light brown hair, mustache and hat, wearing a light grey coat, black pants, and a white shirt, cravat and black vest. A monocle is in one eye. "I say chap, if you are going to be walking around with a swarthy vashya, you should have a thicker skin, eh? And I would never allow my sister to come to such a land in the first place."

Gaffer wrote:Arthur Dodgson

Dodgson lays an avuncular hand on Granville's shoulder. "Now now, lad, that won't answer," he says in a soothing tone, "They'll never understand what's wrong in it. Can't see the correspondence, don't ye know. You go in and get your shirts and I'll stay out here and see to it no harm comes t'th'young lady. Off ye go. There's a good gentleman"

Arthurt steps up on the porch and sits down in a rattan chair. "Priya," he says once Michaels is safely inside, "Come sit here by me an we'll take a little snooze in th' heat o' th'day."

Both Dodgson and Granville are quite sure, from the context at least, what the slang term vashya means. Especially considering the young woman, Priya, starts to blush.

OOC,I'll allow the scene to continue if either wants to make an example out of the gentleman

If nothing happens, Priya watches Arthur fall asleep in the rattan chair. She comes and sits on a small stool next to him, resting her eyes and staying close to the Englishman.

largely finished with his business for the day, Strachan walks up the steps of his hotel and subtly drops some loose change into the doorman Rajet's hand. Mr Kunwar Singh was most helpful Rajet, thankyou. Then in a quieter tone of voice. Tell me Rajet, is there anywhere near here where a man with a few hours to kill might find himself a game of cards with likeminded men?

Arthur Dodgson

"Pay him no heed, lad, empty barrels make the most noise, right?" He fixes the man with a glare and an evil grin, "On yer way, you tub o' guts. Else we can see which of us might be th' better man in a dust up."

Lovell smiled, tipped his hat at the cobra charmer, and dropped a few coins into the wicker basket.

It seemed like that was what he was supposed to do. Lovell let out a whistle or two as he twirled his cane around a couple of times. He walked away from the snake charmer as fast as he possibly could, meanwhile.

"I'm lost, aren't I?" he said, after a while, with an amused look on his face. This was turning out to be more interesting a day then he had hoped. Trying to find his way back into the hotel would be a challenge. He entered the first shop that he saw.

"Excuse me, but..." he found himself staring into the faces of Dodgson, Granville, and Ms. Kaye.

"I am not interrupting anything, I hope," he said.

OOC,[b]Julia[/b] is not with the others currently.

Julia waits in the front of the shop, sitting down to drink her tea and looking out the window at the passersby, both to see if her escorts are returning and simply to watch people. If the sweets are still available for customers and guests, she gladly tries some. It is about lunchtime anyhow, and she is eager to sample more of the local cuisine.

Gaffer wrote:Arthur Dodgson

"Pay him no heed, lad, empty barrels make the most noise, right?" He fixes the man with a glare and an evil grin, "On yer way, you tub o' guts. Else we can see which of us might be th' better man in a dust up."

"I don't know who you are, sir," said Granville to the Englishman, "But your manners seem to have deserted you. Would you behave this way in England? I should think not." He turned his back on the man, effectively dismissing him.

OOC,Lovell seems to have arrived at a different point in time. Granville and Dodgson are now in a different shop to Miss Kaye.

markh wrote: Thomas strode down towards the scene, intruigued. Walking up to Lovell, he watched the snakes "dance" for a few moments, then started to dig in his pockets for a small coin.
"A strange spot to choose, eh?" he opined in Lovell's direction. "He'll not gather much dhan in such a deserted spot". Thomas used the Hindu word for money, confident that any man with such a deep complexion must have been in country for some time.

The European gentleman strode away, oblivious. Thomas wondered if perhaps he was a Frenchman, and therefore hadn't understood him. He tipped a coin at the charmer from a safe distance - although he knew most of these snakes had their fangs drawn, he wasn't taking any chances - calling out "Namaste". He continued on towards Harcourts, eager to complete his errand before the heat of the day had truly set in.

Gaffer wrote:Arthur Dodgson

"Pay him no heed, lad, empty barrels make the most noise, right?" He fixes the man with a glare and an evil grin, "On yer way, you tub o' guts. Else we can see which of us might be th' better man in a dust up."

"I say sir, there is no call for such a use of language for a fellow Englishman. And if you have a reason to be difficult, there are ways this can be settled, like gentlemen."

While you both know that dueling is both passe and illegal, Lord Cardigan fought a very public duel (and was acquitted of murder) as recently as 1841. Though Her Majesty has decreed such conduct unseemly in the eyes of high society and the army cracks down harshly on those who fight duels, it still does occur from time to time. But could the man really be challenge you both to a duel?

OOC,Both of you make psychology rolls to determine if he is a windbag or not.

Seon wrote:Lovell smiled, tipped his hat at the cobra charmer, and dropped a few coins into the wicker basket.

It seemed like that was what he was supposed to do. Lovell let out a whistle or two as he twirled his cane around a couple of times. He walked away from the snake charmer as fast as he possibly could, meanwhile.

"I'm lost, aren't I?" he said, after a while, with an amused look on his face. This was turning out to be more interesting a day then he had hoped. Trying to find his way back into the hotel would be a challenge. He entered the first shop that he saw.

"Excuse me, but..." he found himself staring into the faces of Dodgson, Granville, and Ms. Kaye.

"I am not interrupting anything, I hope," he said.

The snake charmer simply moves his flute in a circle, and then nods when the coins hit the basket lid. Lovell, however, seems to have been in a daze as he walks absently minded past the other Englishman who was standing next to him. He will, eventually, find those he is looking for.

OOC,You can go back and see that [b]Wakeham[/b] was standing next to you at the snake charmer. If you want, you can redo this scene.

Philulhu wrote:

Gaffer wrote:Arthur Dodgson

"Pay him no heed, lad, empty barrels make the most noise, right?" He fixes the man with a glare and an evil grin, "On yer way, you tub o' guts. Else we can see which of us might be th' better man in a dust up."

"I don't know who you are, sir," said Granville to the Englishman, "But your manners seem to have deserted you. Would you behave this way in England? I should think not." He turned his back on the man, effectively dismissing him.

OOC,Lovell seems to have arrived at a different point in time. Granville and Dodgson are now in a different shop to Miss Kaye.

The man looks at Granville. "You lad, you are no better than your companion. You must be one of those recently arrived griffons, fresh out of East India College or Addiscombe to be so uppity. And do not turn your back on me. I am not common street trash or guttersnipe."

OOC GM,Noted. I'll try to get him back on the same page as someone.

markh wrote: The European gentleman strode away, oblivious. Thomas wondered if perhaps he was a Frenchman, and therefore hadn't understood him. He tipped a coin at the charmer from a safe distance - although he knew most of these snakes had their fangs drawn, he wasn't taking any chances - calling out "Namaste". He continued on towards Harcourts, eager to complete his errand before the heat of the day had truly set in.

The snake charmer circles his flute and nods his head at the additional coins in the lid. Before Wakeman gets too far down the alley, he hears the snake charmer change his tune. It is a much more haunting and seductive melody. If he glances back, the shadows on the wall show three human sized shadows, where there should only be the one.

Could the sun be beating down that hard?

Lovell woke from his stupor. "Huh what? What am I doing here?" he mumbled. He found that he was back at the snake charmer.

Seon wrote: Lovell woke from his stupor. "Huh what? What am I doing here?" he mumbled. He found that he was back at the snake charmer.

"Almost mesmeric, isn't it?" smiles Thomas. "This Sapera is very skilled. I was saying it was an oddly quiet spot for him to choose. I wonder if he is a new arrival." Turning to the charmer he says "Aap kahaan sey hain? Where are you from?"

"Well, I suppose that large din of a crowd may distract him from keeping the...eerr...deadly snakes...docile," Lovell muttered.

Seon wrote:"Well, I suppose that large din of a crowd may distract him from keeping the...eerr...deadly snakes...docile," Lovell muttered.

"Ha, yes, I suppose so." Thomas agrees. "Ah, Thomas Wakeham" he says, sticking out a hand.

"Hermann Lovell," Lovell said, accepting the hand. "I do wonder how he is able to control the snakes though. Fascinating creatures, snakes are."

Seon wrote:"Hermann Lovell," Lovell said, accepting the hand. "I do wonder how he is able to control the snakes though. Fascinating creatures, snakes are."

"Don't care for them much, myself. Out on patrol, it's a bit worrying to wake up to find one has bedded down next to you." Thomas looks over at the charmer, then back to Lovell. "You've been in the country for some time, I collect?"

"Does that happen often?" Lovell mused, his eyes fixed on the charmer's pipe. "Oh yes, I've been in the country for...quite a long while, actually. Made some money working for the Company."

Arthur Dodgson,rolled 29 using 1d100. Psychology 05.

"On yer way, you toffy-nosed blowhard," Dodger growls standing up and shoving his chair away, "You'd never meet me over swords or pistols, but I'll pull yer nose for you if you don't take yourself off at the quickstep!"

Seon wrote:"Does that happen often?" Lovell mused, his eyes fixed on the charmer's pipe. "Oh yes, I've been in the country for...quite a long while, actually. Made some money working for the Company."

"Only a couple of times, to be truthful, and they were only pythons, but it's enough to give a man pause." Thomas motions towards the swaying cobras. "Luckily, the frontiers of Oudh tend more towards bandits and dacoits than these poisonous naga." He pauses, following the movements of the snakes with unease. "I've served here for a while myself, but I've yet to see a pagoda tree, let alone shake one."

Thomas makes to throw a coin to the man. "Well, I have to get to Harcourts, and get my dress blues put in order before the ball this evening."

ghill wrote:largely finished with his business for the day, Strachan walks up the steps of his hotel and subtly drops some loose change into the doorman Rajet's hand. Mr Kunwar Singh was most helpful Rajet, thank you. Then in a quieter tone of voice. Tell me Rajet, is there anywhere near here where a man with a few hours to kill might find himself a game of cards with like minded men?

Rajet accepts the coins gratefully. "Sahib, that depends." He scratches his chin in thought. "Are you willing to gamble with Hindoos or are you wanting to wager only with other Europeans?" He picked up a small piece of paper and a lead pencil, waiting to scratch an address. "For I know of at least two places, Sahib Strachan that will be entertaining wagers at this hour. One is made of most honorable Hindoos and Musselmen, the other of a very disparate community of European sahibs. The Hindoos and Musselmen do not care about the color of your skin, only the sound of your coins, yes? The Europeans, if you don't mind me being honest, are what you might call a very dark skinned lot, very unsavory, but the wagers are much larger. However, sahib, which ever is your preference, I will provide directions to the establishment of your choice."

markh wrote:

Seon wrote: Lovell woke from his stupor. "Huh what? What am I doing here?" he mumbled. He found that he was back at the snake charmer.

"Almost mesmeric, isn't it?" smiles Thomas. "This Sapera is very skilled. I was saying it was an oddly quiet spot for him to choose. I wonder if he is a new arrival." Turning to the charmer he says "Aap kahaan sey hain? Where are you from?"

The charmer stops for a moment, and he looks at the two European gentlemen before him. He speaks in highly accented Bengali "I am from high in Bengal highlands, near the border with Nepal." He goes back to playing the flute as the snakes briefly turned to look at the two Europeans. But in a moment, the snakes are back to swaying to the music.

GM Note,If either of you speak Hindi or Bengali, make a roll now to understand what he said.

Gaffer wrote:

Arthur Dodgson,rolled 29 using 1d100. Psychology 05.

"On yer way, you toffy-nosed blowhard," Dodger growls standing up and shoving his chair away, "You'd never meet me over swords or pistols, but I'll pull yer nose for you if you don't take yourself off at the quickstep!"

The man looks affronted...but he is standing his ground for the moment.

Lammomedes wrote: The charmer stops for a moment, and he looks at the two European gentlemen before him. He speaks in highly accented Bengali "I am from high in Bengal highlands, near the border with Nepal." He goes back to playing the flute as the snakes briefly turned to look at the two Europeans. But in a moment, the snakes are back to swaying to the music.

GM Note,If either of you speak Hindi or Bengali, make a roll now to understand what he said.

Result,Hindi skill 60%,roll 37. Provided this is sufficient, I make a polite acknowledgement.

Dodger grins insolently at the man. "Why not finish your business, Ensign? We'll want to get out of the noonday sun."

Granville nodded curtly to Dodger and returned to the shop. Not naturally a brawler, he was still seething inside and would have quite happily punched the man on the nose! "I must apologise for that man," he said to Priya, "His behaviour really was unacceptable."

markh wrote: The charmer stops for a moment, and he looks at the two European gentlemen before him. He speaks in highly accented Bengali "I am from high in Bengal highlands, near the border with Nepal." He goes back to playing the flute as the snakes briefly turned to look at the two Europeans. But in a moment, the snakes are back to swaying to the music.

The man simply nods back, then places the snakes back into the basket, carefully closing the lid. In accented English, he says: "You have Hindustan come? Why?"

Gaffer wrote:Dodger grins insolently at the man. "Why not finish your business, Ensign? We'll want to get out of the noonday sun."

The Englishman huffs and walks off. "You have not heard the last of this. Mark my words, sirrahs, you have not seen the last of Reginald Darby."

Philulhu wrote:Granville nodded curtly to Dodger and returned to the shop. Not naturally a brawler, he was still seething inside and would have quite happily punched the man on the nose! "I must apologise for that man," he said to Priya, "His behaviour really was unacceptable."

Priya blushes. "There is no worries Sahib. You are very pukka gentleman. Other men often violates Bengali girl honor. You and friend not so much, you good English."
She then and goes to sit with Dodger in the shade.

Inside the shop, a man in traditional Indian garb looks up from a large ledger. "Quite warm weather for this time of the year, by Jove. How can I help you today?" It takes you a moment, but realize that he is not actually Indian despite his deep tan coloring and his native garb. He pushes his round spectacles back up the bridge of his nose.

Lammomedes wrote: The man simply nods back, then places the snakes back into the basket, carefully closing the lid. In accented English, he says: "You have Hindustan come? Why?"

On the verge of turning to go, the question leaves Thomas bemused for a moment. Why indeed? An uncle had suggested it, saying a young man could make his way in the world there, and with a clutch of brothers cluttering up the family, his father's limited influence wouldn't have gone very far in England.
"Why, " Thomas replied lightly, "I followed the flag here as a young man, but now Hindustan is my home."

Lammomedes wrote:Rajet accepts the coins gratefully. "Sahib, that depends." He scratches his chin in thought. "Are you willing to gamble with Hindoos or are you wanting to wager only with other Europeans?" He picked up a small piece of paper and a lead pencil, waiting to scratch an address. "For I know of at least two places, Sahib Strachan that will be entertaining wagers at this hour. One is made of most honorable Hindoos and Musselmen, the other of a very disparate community of European sahibs. The Hindoos and Musselmen do not care about the color of your skin, only the sound of your coins, yes? The Europeans, if you don't mind me being honest, are what you might call a very dark skinned lot, very unsavory, but the wagers are much larger. However, sahib, which ever is your preference, I will provide directions to the establishment of your choice."

Strachan smiles at Rajet's comments. "One man's coins are as good as the next man's Rajet, all I'm looking for is an honest game. If a man runs an honest game then I can't say much care what colour of skin he has."

OOC: Keeper,Strachan will take Rajet's directions and go looking for the game.

markh wrote:

Lammomedes wrote: The man simply nods back, then places the snakes back into the basket, carefully closing the lid. In accented English, he says: "You have Hindustan come? Why?"

On the verge of turning to go, the question leaves Thomas bemused for a moment. Why indeed? An uncle had suggested it, saying a young man could make his way in the world there, and with a clutch of brothers cluttering up the family, his father's limited influence wouldn't have gone very far in England.
"Why, " Thomas replied lightly, "I followed the flag here as a young man, but now Hindustan is my home."

The snake charmer nods at the answer. He smiles showing gaps of missing teeth. "Beneath such flag all Angrezi will die, in time, but time soon."
He looks at the other Englishman. "And you, why come Hindustan?"

ghill wrote:

Lammomedes wrote:Rajet accepts the coins gratefully. "Sahib, that depends." He scratches his chin in thought. "Are you willing to gamble with Hindoos or are you wanting to wager only with other Europeans?" He picked up a small piece of paper and a lead pencil, waiting to scratch an address. "For I know of at least two places, Sahib Strachan that will be entertaining wagers at this hour. One is made of most honorable Hindoos and Musselmen, the other of a very disparate community of European sahibs. The Hindoos and Musselmen do not care about the color of your skin, only the sound of your coins, yes? The Europeans, if you don't mind me being honest, are what you might call a very dark skinned lot, very unsavory, but the wagers are much larger. However, sahib, which ever is your preference, I will provide directions to the establishment of your choice."

Strachan smiles at Rajet's comments. "One man's coins are as good as the next man's Rajet, all I'm looking for is an honest game. If a man runs an honest game then I can't say much care what colour of skin he has."

Rajet scribbles out the address and some brief directions to the Indian players and their card game.
The building is located about a 15 minute walk to the north, in the primarily Hindu section of the city. As Strachan approaches the building, he notices in a shady courtyard at the center of the building, about 10 native men are gathered playing cards. They vary in age from their early 20s to old men more than 60 years of age. A large number of coins are piled on the table. They look up briefly at his approach, then go back to playing the current hand as fast and furious bidding is going on, with coins tossed to the central pile. Even a brief counting shows that several pounds sterling worth of native gold and silver currency is piled up in the the pot.

Leaning against a tiled pillar is a man who places a hand on the butt of an old fashioned single shot percussion pistol tucked into a sash. He turns to face Strachan who notices that the Indian man also has a large knife stuffed in the goldenrod colored sash wrapped around his waist. He smiles and speaks in heavily accented English. "Private game. Unless you have invite, yes?"

Lammomedes wrote:The snake charmer nods at the answer. He smiles showing gaps of missing teeth. "Beneath such flag all Angrezi will die, in time, but time soon."
He looks at the other Englishman. "And you, why come Hindustan?"

Thomas stiffens, affronted. He half turns to Lovell, to see his reaction.

Lammomedes wrote:

Philulhu wrote:Granville nodded curtly to Dodger and returned to the shop. Not naturally a brawler, he was still seething inside and would have quite happily punched the man on the nose! "I must apologise for that man," he said to Priya, "His behaviour really was unacceptable."

Priya blushes. "There is no worries Sahib. You are very pukka gentleman. Other men often violates Bengali girl honor. You and friend not so much, you good English."
She then and goes to sit with Dodger in the shade.

Inside the shop, a man in traditional Indian garb looks up from a large ledger. "Quite warm weather for this time of the year, by Jove. How can I help you today?" It takes you a moment, but realize that he is not actually Indian despite his deep tan coloring and his native garb. He pushes his round spectacles back up the bridge of his nose.

"Yes, very warm," replies Granville. "Actually, I only arrived yesterday so I must take your word about the weather." He smiled.

"I'm attending a ball today and I require a new shirt. I was told you may be able to oblige me?"

Lammomedes wrote:Leaning against a tiled pillar is a man who places a hand on the butt of an old fashioned single shot percussion pistol tucked into a sash. He turns to face Strachan who notices that the Indian man also has a large knife stuffed in the goldenrod colored sash wrapped around his waist. He smiles and speaks in heavily accented English. "Private game. Unless you have invite, yes?"

My good friend Rajet at the Empire Hotel sent me, he said a man could find an honest game of cards here. Naturally, I understand if its a private game I'll simply take my money elsewhere. Although, if your not looking for fresh money, then perhaps you'd let me watch?

While Strachan talks he keeps glancing over at the game, he can't be sure what they are playing but a friend of his told him the Indian game of Teen Pathi was almost identical to three card brag at which he is an old hand.

markh wrote:

Lammomedes wrote:The snake charmer nods at the answer. He smiles showing gaps of missing teeth. "Beneath such flag all Angrezi will die, in time, but time soon."
He looks at the other Englishman. "And you, why come Hindustan?"

Thomas stiffens, affronted. He half turns to Lovell, to see his reaction.

"Well, I'm not of a mind to stand here all day," Thomas says, in an affronted tone. "I'm away for Harcourts. Walk along with me, if you choose."

OOC,Seon, feel free to interject some conversation/action in before that if you need

Lovell smiled. "Well," he said. "I just came here to make some money, to be honest. Speaking of money, I like you, old man. You are brave. You speak what's on your mind, what you think, without hesitation, don't you?" he tipped a few more coins into the basket.

"Well, I must now indulge my companion here and leave. Nice meeting you, gentleman."

Arthur Dodson

When Michaels is ready, Dodson follows Priya's guidance back to the dress shop to collect Miss Kaye.

ghill wrote:

Lammomedes wrote:Leaning against a tiled pillar is a man who places a hand on the butt of an old fashioned single shot percussion pistol tucked into a sash. He turns to face Strachan who notices that the Indian man also has a large knife stuffed in the goldenrod colored sash wrapped around his waist. He smiles and speaks in heavily accented English. "Private game. Unless you have invite, yes?"

My good friend Rajet at the Empire Hotel sent me, he said a man could find an honest game of cards here. Naturally, I understand if its a private game I'll simply take my money elsewhere. Although, if your not looking for fresh money, then perhaps you'd let me watch?

While Strachan talks he keeps glancing over at the game, he can't be sure what they are playing but a friend of his told him the Indian game of Teen Pathi was almost identical to three card brag at which he is an old hand.

While the initial first few hands of the card came doesn't go quite so well, the players around the table are more than willing to see hard earned cash on the tabletop. However, soon lady luck seems to favor Strachan, and by the time the game breaks up a couple hours later, Strachan has won about 100 rupees. While he never got any names of his fellow players, he did learn that two were merchants, one was a tailor, and two others were local, well underworld fixers, was the best you could use to describe their jobs. Strachan was invited to come back if he wanted to, and he was right in his original assumption, it was Teen Pathi they have been playing.

Once everyone has gotten the clothing together, and their day has progressed in whatever way they chose to spend the rest of the day, darkness begins to settle over Calcutta as the winter sky turns from day to night. There is still plenty of time to get prepared for the ball, including picking up dresses, shirts, tailored suits, etc. as well as grabbing a quick meal before the festivities begin. Rumor indicates that the ball will likely continue well past midnight, and that there will be a good deal of drinking, eating and of course socializing with the leading British and European residents of the city. Gentlemen are expected to be on their best behavior, though who knows what will happen in such a gay and festive atmosphere and during such a special time of the year?

Julia Kaye receives her new saris when they arrive and brings them back to her room in the boarding house, where she changes into the purple one. She descends the stairs when it's time for the supper before the ball. Perhaps Arthur Dodgson will offer to be her escort, as he is going too.

In his room Strachan looked at his bearskin, fluffing the feathers of the white hackle, "wear or carry under his arm" he wondered, before placing it firmly on his head and placing the brass chin strap so it rested on rather than under his chin. The young Indian boy the hotel had sent up to help dress him handed Strachan his cloak which which he took with a flourish so it landed gently on the shoulders of his scarlet tunic. While the boy brushed him down, Strachan took the opportunity to look at himself in the mirror again. Adjusting the acorn of his sword knot so it fell in line with the double yellow stripes down the seams of his trousers, Strachan sniffed the collar of the cloak. Despite the best efforts of the hotel staff his uniform still smelt musty and there was a fain salt tang from the long sea voyage. Strachan sighed, at least the boy had done a good job on his boots, they and his ceremonial spurs gleamed.

Walking out to the waiting carriage Strachan's chest swelled with pride as he took in what he supposed were admiring gazes and whispered. Strachan was a handsome man and he knew it, being in the uniform of a cavalry officer didn't hurt either. If he was lucky he'd attract the eye of a wealthy plantation owners daughter and then all his money troubles would be over.

In his room, Thomas Wakeham tugged uncomfortably at his tight uniform collar. He'd been out of formal wear too much, and despite the excellent work of the local tailor the damn thing still felt wrong. Or, he mused, perhaps it was him that felt wrong. He'd spent too much time in-country, where native dress helped him with village headmen who might not tell a pardesi that a fugitive had come through, but would speak to a man who looked like them and spoke their language. Not to mention that uniforms were damn uncomfortable for a day spent riding in the hills.

Giving the collar a last tug for good measure, he stepped out for the evening.

Lovell wore his glovesand his formal wear. He had been in them quite often nowadays. Too much time, apparently: even he could see that the clothes were fast getting worn. That was the problem with clothes. Nobody built them to last. It was all a conspiracy, Lovell often said. The clothesmaker wanted one to buy more clothes, so they purposefully made it easy to get worn.

Or maybe he was just insane. Lovell always took that into consideration.

He put on his best smile for the occasion and stepped out towards the ball.

Arthur Dodgson

Dodgson waited in the boardinghouse parlor in his best suit. He had the porter out to find a pony cart for hire. He rather hoped Miss Kaye would accept an offer to ride with him.

When Julia descends the stair in her saree-styled gown, he smiles broadly and steps forward to offer his arm. "Entrancing, Miss Kaye," he says.

By God, this is a new breed of missionary girl.

Julia smiles and takes Arthur's arm. "Thank you, Mr. Dodgson," she says. "You're looking rather dapper yourself this evening."

The drive up to the front of the building was lit with burning torches set close to the ground. Dozens of carriages and coaches, as well as military men mounted on horses, waited patiently for their opportunity to dismount or disembark. They were greeted by Indian servants wearing European attire, offset with vast orange sashes and elaborate headpieces. No expense had been spared. As one approached the house, even on the drive, they could hear music coming from inside, including the most modern English pieces. The musicians seemed quite accomplished and the numbers gathered seemed to embrace just about everyone who was anyone within the English and European community here in Calcutta. There were also more than a few local Indian nabobs here as well, including one rajah who came atop a howdah on one of the largest Indian elephants anyone had seen. The creature was painted with garish colors and had a rather large diamond resting on its forehead. You watched the Governor's staff bring a small series of ladders and step stools to help those down from the back of the massive creature.

Finally it was your turn to alight and enter into the grand structure. The entrance hall was awash with light from hundreds of candles. Masses of people dressed in their finest gowns, suits and military uniforms were either waiting to enter or who had already entered into the structure. At the top of the steps were three European men, including one formally dressed gentleman introduced as 2nd Secretary Archibald Martins, who is representing the Company and the Governor-General at this event. As each invitation was handed over, the names of the guests was called out by one of the men, his loud voice gathering the attention of those gathered nearby whenever someone prominent was announced. The clock was striking 9 pm when it was your time to enter.

(OOC: The exact sequence of entry really doesn't matter).

Secretary Martins would check a small sheet of paper as each of you entered and then motion you to one side once your name was called out. "At 11 pm, your presence has been requested in the library on the 2nd floor by Secretary Talbot. It seems your meeting has been moved up. I am sorry for any change of plans this might cause, but the Company believes that time is of the essence. Until then, please enjoy the food, the drink and the dancing." You do notice that the list has only a half dozen or so names on it.

On the lower floor, people are gathered dancing in the central area of the great reception hall. Off to the left and right sides are smaller seating areas, and buffet style tables are lined up against the far walls. Waiters are moving through the crowd with expensive flutes of champagne and there seem to be other drinks available as well. Several large tea urns are also apparent, and people are moving between the seating areas, the dance floor, and the food lines. Nowhere are the lines overly long or any one space overly crowded, but there are quite a number of people present and the overall din of sound from conversation and music is loud but not deafening.

Granville arrived in somewhat of a hurry. Having spent too long out in the unfamiliar sun, he'd slept until late afternoon and then rushed to get ready. His new shirt was well made but highly starched, resulting in it irritating the shave rash on his neck. Knowing he was already late, Granville had opted to walk rather than wait for a cart. He was hot and bothered and feeling rather uncomfortable as he surveyed the gathered throng. He sipped a glass of champagne carefully and wondered what had occured to bring forward his appointment with Secretary Talbot.

Strachan handed over sword and bearskin to one of numerous servants, then tucking the small cloakroom ticket into his jacket he stepped into the ballroom. Quickly glancing around the huge room he soon stepped off into the throng making sure to keep out of the way of the dancers on the ballroom floor. His face assumed a slightly hang dog expression, only occasionally would he smile as he looked at those waltzing the night away, but then he would quickly resume the same sad face as he glanced down at a dance card which was clearly empty.

One thing repeatedly went through Strachan's mind as he did the rounds. "Never greet a lady in public unless she acknowledges you first." Young eligible ladies wouldn't even try and catch his eye, lest it be seen as to forward. Young married women probably wouldn't feel quite as reserved, but he wasn't interested in a mistress, they cost money which he didn't have. He was looking for the older women, the matrons because they were the ones who would give him the way in, make formal introductions to the younger eligible women and they were the ones with the dowrys.

Julia enters on Arthur Dodgson's arm and looks around the grand ballroom in awe. She has never seen such opulence before and feels overwhelmed with all the luxurious settings, the well-dressed ladies and gentlemen, and the rich food and drink. She has to mentally remind herself not to get used to it, as she knows she will soon be in more humble surroundings, wherever she is sent.

Thomas was unsuprised at the change of time for the meeting. If he'd learned one thing about the army, it was that "hurry up and wait" was always the order of the day. He hadn't attended such a ball in years - the closest to English socialising he'd done for a while was politely taking tea at a senior officers bungalow. He'd been to one in Delhi, he mused, not long after he arrived in India. As he recalled, his younger self had been overawed by the sheer bustle of it all, and taken a bit too much punch while working up the courage to ask a girl to dance.

The (slightly) older and wiser version has no need of punch or dancing, he chuckled to himself. Well, maybe a small glass.

The crowds were quite festive, dancing and drinking heartily, or they were gathered in small intimate circles of associates who were chatting away. In one room off the main ballroom, several European men in expensive suits were gathered talking to a small, rather diminutive (just 5' tall) Indian gentleman dressed in the extravagant traditional South Asian silk clothing, dyed a deep orange, saffron yellow and with hints of jade green primarily in his sash. He was also bedecked with jewels and including a rather large diamond set in a headpiece. Colorful would be an apt description of his chosen attire. Oddly, he had a monocle 'screwed' into his left eye, a small out of place European affectation. They were all speaking English and anyone bothering to hang around at the edge of the crowd would learn that he was a recent arrival, the Rajah Giriraj Dharmpal of the northern Oudh, whose name translated as the "king of the Mountains and protector of his Faith."

Elsewhere in the crowd, young men could see a line of so-called "wall flowers" waiting for the right offer to dance. Chaperones hovered around these young daughters of the Empire, but they were in the distance, almost as if they were encouraging their young charges at the beginning of this new year to seek out fun and excitement. Not too much of either mind you, but just enough to keep them distracted for several days. Many of these young women were eyeing the new arrivals, some might say with hungry nay desperate gazes, to remove them from the humility of being one of "them" (i.e. the other wall flowers too shy, unattractive or socially awkward to catch the gaze and subsequent dance with a gallant young man.)

For those of a military bent, several high ranking officers from the cantonment at Barrackpore about 15 miles/24km north of Calcutta could occasionally be seen throughout the hall. They came from a number of units stationed there, both regular British military and from East Indian Company presidential armies. For the regular British officers it was a chance to socialize with their company opposites, many of whom had served with them in their younger years. The soldiers were gathered together in clumps by rank, but out of the several hundred attendees at this gala event, there were perhaps no more than 50 or so, mostly junior officers with a scattering of senior ranks. In one out of the way corner, a number of junior subalterns were drinking and smoking while looking over the crowded chamber.

The food lined on the tables was a mixture of both English traditional New Year foodstuffs, including discretely several quite large haunches of rare roast beef, and more traditional local Indian cuisine, much of it heavily spiced and vegetarian. Alcohol was present, including bottles of domestically brewed English style ales and IPAs, as well as imported wines, and local fruit juices. Tea was in several large samovars, including teas from just about every part of the Bengal presidency.

It took a few moments, but those present would realize that other than the few Indian nobility present in their most expensive traditional attire, every other Indian in the room was either a servant or part of a scattering of soldiers providing protection to the guests.

"Shall we have supper?" Julia asks Arthur. "That roast beef looks delicious."

Strachan took his leave from another young lady, apparently her name was Elspeth apparently her father a senior clerk or something similar, she wanted him to agree to another dance but Strachan apologised and told her his card was already full. Grabbing a glass of champagne Strachan turned towards his next dance partner, a small smile crossed his lips, she wore a discreet pearl necklace around her neck. The way the girl kept checking the necklace was still around her neck made Strachan believe it was a newish gift, perhaps one bought for the ball, discreet or not her father must be worth a few bob.

OOC: Strachan will dance with as many ladys as his dance card and time permits always behaving as a proper gentleman. Strachan is angling for invitations to further functions, but he is never so crass and rude as to ask for one directly. At ten minutes to eleven he will make his way upto the 2nd floor library.

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Thomas took a slow turn around the hall, drifting past the crowd around the Rajah, and acquiring a small bowl of local food, which he had acquired a taste for over the past few years. Knowing it was likely to be well spiced, he picked a cup of fruit juice as well. Unable to spot anyone he recognised, he nevertheless resolved to be sociable with soldiers and officials, in the hope of finding out how the land lay for employment. While he had hopes of this upcoming meeting, it never hurt to have a few irons in the fire.

OOC,Thomas will look for anyone he knows, and failing that try to talk to "the right people". He believes his good HIndi is an advantage, and will grasp any opportunity to show it off. He will try to avoid dancing.

Taking a few moments to straighten his clothes, Granville made his way over to the punchbowl and waited patient while the Indian servant carefully ladled the drink into the glasses. Suitably refreshed, he took a turn of the room, looking out for any other junior ranks whom he might engage in conversation.

Arthur Dodgson

Dodgson escorts Julia around the buffet tables, advising her on the relative palatability of the various Indian dishes and carrying her plate. Once they are seated, he fetches some fruit punch for her and something a bit more fortifying for himself. He feels rather like a doting uncle. Once they have eaten and a servant has taken their plates, he rises and offers her his best bow.

"Might I have the pleasure of a dance, Miss Kaye?"

"I'd be delighted, Mr. Dodgson," says Julia with a smile, giving him her best curtsy in return. She lets Arthur lead her out to the dance floor.

"Thomas, was it?" Lovell said as he noticed the man drift by. "We meet again. I hope that you have not found any snakes under your pillows since the time we last met?"

Seon wrote:"Thomas, was it?" Lovell said as he noticed the man drift by. "We meet again. I hope that you have not found any snakes under your pillows since the time we last met?"

"Ah, no" said Thomas with a laugh. "Although I couldn't help giving my boots a shake before I put them on. I'm mostly just trying to avoid dancing. Have you tried this Tarkaaree? It's very good."

"No, I have not tried it yet, but I do understand where you are coming from when you say that you do not wish to dance," he waved his glass in the air.

"Women. They just bring trouble wherever they go. Besides, dancing is one skill that I have never learned to master."

Seon wrote:"No, I have not tried it yet, but I do understand where you are coming from when you say that you do not wish to dance," he waved his glass in the air.

"Women. They just bring trouble wherever they go. Besides, dancing is one skill that I have never learned to master."

"Well, they're not all trouble. But I could never dance well at the best of times, and I've not had a lot of opportunities to get any better." Thomas pauses, and looks at Lovell appraisingly. "What skills have you mastered then? You have been in-country for some years, I collect?" He grins, showing he means nothing by the familiarity.

"Only skill that you can master anywhere you live, I suppose: how people think," Lovell said, smiling.

ghill wrote:Strachan took his leave from another young lady, apparently her name was Elspeth apparently her father a senior clerk or something similar, she wanted him to agree to another dance but Strachan apologised and told her his card was already full. Grabbing a glass of champagne Strachan turned towards his next dance partner, a small smile crossed his lips, she wore a discreet pearl necklace around her neck. The way the girl kept checking the necklace was still around her neck made Strachan believe it was a newish gift, perhaps one bought for the ball, discreet or not her father must be worth a few bob.

OOC: Strachan will dance with as many ladys as his dance card and time permits always behaving as a proper gentleman. Strachan is angling for invitations to further functions, but he is never so crass and rude as to ask for one directly. At ten minutes to eleven he will make his way upto the 2nd floor library.

Strachan will find a number of young ladies willing to fill up his dance card. A few are very good dancers, a few are not so good. Most are being polite, learning what they can about him while dancing. Two stick out though: one is Felicia Worthington, aged 17, whose father is a junior secretary working for the Bengal Presidency and oversees provisions for the Company's military forces. The other is older, 24 years of age, and a widow for the last two years. Her name is Constance Dower, and her husband, Leftenant Philip Dower, Esq., who died fighting Afghan tribesman. She was left a rather significant sum of money and is only now returning to the social scene after the mandatory one year mourning is over. She mentions that she has inherited some property in Lucknow, but was waiting for later in the spring to travel there and see what exactly she now owns.

markh wrote:Thomas took a slow turn around the hall, drifting past the crowd around the Rajah, and acquiring a small bowl of local food, which he had acquired a taste for over the past few years. Knowing it was likely to be well spiced, he picked a cup of fruit juice as well. Unable to spot anyone he recognised, he nevertheless resolved to be sociable with soldiers and officials, in the hope of finding out how the land lay for employment. While he had hopes of this upcoming meeting, it never hurt to have a few irons in the fire.

OOC,Thomas will look for anyone he knows, and failing that try to talk to "the right people". He believes his good HIndi is an advantage, and will grasp any opportunity to show it off. He will try to avoid dancing.

After meeting up with his new friend, Lovell, and the two of them chatting, they find a group of other young men standing off to one side of the ballroom. They are sharing whiskey and when Thomas and Lovell approach, pouring them both a whiskey into a fine crystal tumbler. The leader of this small gathering is Captain Morgan Llewellyn, Royal Engineers. He is talking with a number of Company men who are all being transferred to Oudh in the next few weeks to take over administration of the province. Captain Llewellyn is being assigned to the garrison at Lucknow to oversee improvements to their inadequate fortifications and to construct an ammunition bunker. The other men, all civilians, are intrigued at the prospect of making some money and improving their lots in life, and Captain Llewellyn makes it clear that he wishes more of his engineers spoke any of the local lingo, though he is a daft hand himself at Hindi.

"What brings the two of you to India? Have either of you been to anywhere in Oudh province?"

Philulhu wrote:Taking a few moments to straighten his clothes, Granville made his way over to the punchbowl and waited patient while the Indian servant carefully ladled the drink into the glasses. Suitably refreshed, he took a turn of the room, looking out for any other junior ranks whom he might engage in conversation.

Granville will find any number of young officers, many of them engaged in dancing and enjoying the party. However, since that is not exactly what he was looking for, after about a half hour he finds a group of young subalterns gathered near a pair of French doors that led out onto a balcony. One of them motioned for him to join them, stating they were going out for a smoke and a way to cool off. A quick glance informed Granville that the half dozen young officers were all recent arrivals to India, lacking any real sign of the "Indian tan" to their faces or hands from long time out in the harsh sun. Three of the men were young, perhaps 18-20 years of age, two of the others were slightly older, in the early to mid 20s, and the oldest of the lot, the so called Old Man, was Leftenant Percival Liggett, at the ripe age of 30. A former Company district officer, Liggett bought a commission in the Bengal Presidency Army, figuring it was a chance to get out of Calcutta and see the world. He also wanted to serve with Sir Henry Montgomery Lawrence, the recently appointed Chief Commissioner of Oudh.

The rest of the officers, all graduates of Addiscombe Military Academy, were all assigned to units meant to reinforce the garrison at Lucknow, the location of the government in Oudh. The others were introduced at Ensigns McFarland, Stuart and Dewhurst, and junior Leftenants Harding and Bowen. Only Leftenant Bowen spoke any real Hindi, the others what they had learned at Addiscombe and was enough for the parade ground and not much else. Liggett, after handing out cigars, spoke for the lot of them. "So what brings you out here to India, Granville?"

Mr. Handy wrote:

"I'd be delighted, Mr. Dodgson," says Julia with a smile, giving him her best curtsy in return. She lets Arthur lead her out to the dance floor.

After their spin around the dance floor, both Julia and Arthur will receive numerous other offers. In fact, Julia seems to be quite in demand by many of the male guests, and Arthur is not left alone for very long. After nearly an hour of dancing, both are exhausted and managed to find themselves standing very close to each other on the emptying dance floor as the band takes a well deserved break. A clock nearby chimes nearly 10 pm and a glance to the entrance way shows more guests still arriving.

Lammomedes wrote: After meeting up with his new friend, Lovell, and the two of them chatting, they find a group of other young men standing off to one side of the ballroom. They are sharing whiskey and when Thomas and Lovell approach, pouring them both a whiskey into a fine crystal tumbler. The leader of this small gathering is Captain Morgan Llewellyn, Royal Engineers. He is talking with a number of Company men who are all being transferred to Oudh in the next few weeks to take over administration of the province. Captain Llewellyn is being assigned to the garrison at Lucknow to oversee improvements to their inadequate fortifications and to construct an ammunition bunker. The other men, all civilians, are intrigued at the prospect of making some money and improving their lots in life, and Captain Llewellyn makes it clear that he wishes more of his engineers spoke any of the local lingo, though he is a daft hand himself at Hindi.

"What brings the two of you to India? Have either of you been to anywhere in Oudh province?"

Thomas swirls the brandy around the tumbler, peering at it uncertainly. At Captain Morga'n's question, he perks up. "I served in the Frontier Force in Oudh prior to annexation, don't'cha know? Chasing dacoits back over the frontier and so on. Oh, and dodging snakes," he says with a smiling aside to Lovell. "I agree with you Captain, a man needs to speak the language to command the men. Ek bhāshā kabhī bhī kāphī nahī hotī, as they say."

OOC,One language is never enough

Though the dancing is exhausting, Julia is young and sturdy. After a brief rest, she'll be able to dance again with any of the new arrivals who are interested. There's only another hour before their meeting, and she's confident she can last that long. "I must say I'm enjoying tonight's festivities immensely, Mr. Dodgson," she says.

Lammomedes wrote:Strachan will find a number of young ladies willing to fill up his dance card. A few are very good dancers, a few are not so good. Most are being polite, learning what they can about him while dancing. Two stick out though: one is Felicia Worthington, aged 17, whose father is a junior secretary working for the Bengal Presidency and oversees provisions for the Company's military forces. The other is older, 24 years of age, and a widow for the last two years. Her name is Constance Dower, and her husband, Leftenant Philip Dower, Esq., who died fighting Afghan tribesman. She was left a rather significant sum of money and is only now returning to the social scene after the mandatory one year mourning is over. She mentions that she has inherited some property in Lucknow, but was waiting for later in the spring to travel there and see what exactly she now owns.

Strachan's tried to keep the conversation as harmless and innocent as possible while at the same time trying to ascertain wether Constance and Felicia moved in the same social circles. Constance as a woman of independant means was just the type of woman Strachan was trying to meet, but Felicia's father was surely someone Strachan should try to get to know.

OOC: Strachan will try to develop a friendship with both of the women, without making any gross social faux pas.

Lammomedes wrote:

Philulhu wrote:Liggett, after handing out cigars, spoke for the lot of them. "So what brings you out here to India, Granville?"

"My father and his father before him, Sir," replied Granville. "Both took the shilling and served abroad. As a young lad it was all I heard about and I decided to see a bit of the world for myself. I'm an engineer and I've heard good things about the work they do in India, so here I am."

markh wrote:

Lammomedes wrote: After meeting up with his new friend, Lovell, and the two of them chatting, they find a group of other young men standing off to one side of the ballroom. They are sharing whiskey and when Thomas and Lovell approach, pouring them both a whiskey into a fine crystal tumbler. The leader of this small gathering is Captain Morgan Llewellyn, Royal Engineers. He is talking with a number of Company men who are all being transferred to Oudh in the next few weeks to take over administration of the province. Captain Llewellyn is being assigned to the garrison at Lucknow to oversee improvements to their inadequate fortifications and to construct an ammunition bunker. The other men, all civilians, are intrigued at the prospect of making some money and improving their lots in life, and Captain Llewellyn makes it clear that he wishes more of his engineers spoke any of the local lingo, though he is a daft hand himself at Hindi.

"What brings the two of you to India? Have either of you been to anywhere in Oudh province?"

Thomas swirls the brandy around the tumbler, peering at it uncertainly. At Captain Morga'n's question, he perks up. "I served in the Frontier Force in Oudh prior to annexation, don't'cha know? Chasing dacoits back over the frontier and so on. Oh, and dodging snakes," he says with a smiling aside to Lovell. "I agree with you Captain, a man needs to speak the language to command the men. Ek bhāshā kabhī bhī kāphī nahī hotī, as they say."

OOC,One language is never enough

Lovell smiled and spoke in a slightly guarded tone. "I have never been to the Oudh Province, although I am quite interested in what I may find there. Tell me, both of you, how is that province?"

ghill wrote:

Lammomedes wrote:Strachan will find a number of young ladies willing to fill up his dance card. A few are very good dancers, a few are not so good. Most are being polite, learning what they can about him while dancing. Two stick out though: one is Felicia Worthington, aged 17, whose father is a junior secretary working for the Bengal Presidency and oversees provisions for the Company's military forces. The other is older, 24 years of age, and a widow for the last two years. Her name is Constance Dower, and her husband, Leftenant Philip Dower, Esq., who died fighting Afghan tribesman. She was left a rather significant sum of money and is only now returning to the social scene after the mandatory one year mourning is over. She mentions that she has inherited some property in Lucknow, but was waiting for later in the spring to travel there and see what exactly she now owns.

Strachan's tried to keep the conversation as harmless and innocent as possible while at the same time trying to ascertain wether Constance and Felicia moved in the same social circles. Constance as a woman of independant means was just the type of woman Strachan was trying to meet, but Felicia's father was surely someone Strachan should try to get to know.

OOC: Strachan will try to develop a friendship with both of the women, without making any gross social faux pas.

While Felicia is most appreciative of the attention, she is constantly being pulled away by other young gallants who don't seem to mind cutting in on Strachan's moments with the young lady. However, after a few dances, he will find Mrs. Dower waiting for another dance. If Strachan approaches, she will gladly accept. "What brings you to India, good sir? I know many young men like yourself believe their fortunes can be made here, and it is true, my Philip did manage to make a goodly sum of money. But the culture and customs, especially of the Hindoos and the Musselmen are so different. Not queer, mind you, just different."

markh wrote:

Lammomedes wrote: After meeting up with his new friend, Lovell, and the two of them chatting, they find a group of other young men standing off to one side of the ballroom. They are sharing whiskey and when Thomas and Lovell approach, pouring them both a whiskey into a fine crystal tumbler. The leader of this small gathering is Captain Morgan Llewellyn, Royal Engineers. He is talking with a number of Company men who are all being transferred to Oudh in the next few weeks to take over administration of the province. Captain Llewellyn is being assigned to the garrison at Lucknow to oversee improvements to their inadequate fortifications and to construct an ammunition bunker. The other men, all civilians, are intrigued at the prospect of making some money and improving their lots in life, and Captain Llewellyn makes it clear that he wishes more of his engineers spoke any of the local lingo, though he is a daft hand himself at Hindi.

"What brings the two of you to India? Have either of you been to anywhere in Oudh province?"

Thomas swirls the brandy around the tumbler, peering at it uncertainly. At Captain Morga'n's question, he perks up. "I served in the Frontier Force in Oudh prior to annexation, don't'cha know? Chasing dacoits back over the frontier and so on. Oh, and dodging snakes," he says with a smiling aside to Lovell. "I agree with you Captain, a man needs to speak the language to command the men. Ek bhāshā kabhī bhī kāphī nahī hotī, as they say."

Captain Llewellyn nods. "The Foo's a-hem. I heard some good work was done by the lads, old boy, before we had to move in and take over. And the bloody dacoits, fiends, so I have heard. Murderers, pillagers and rapists the lot of them. Should hang them all...but sometimes I worry about some of the rumors I have 'eard about them. Worshipping some dark goddess of theirs and performing all sorts of deuced demonic rituals. Any truth to those guttermongerings?" Everyone seems to be waiting for an answer.

Philulhu wrote:

Lammomedes wrote:

Philulhu wrote:Liggett, after handing out cigars, spoke for the lot of them. "So what brings you out here to India, Granville?"

"My father and his father before him, Sir," replied Granville. "Both took the shilling and served abroad. As a young lad it was all I heard about and I decided to see a bit of the world for myself. I'm an engineer and I've heard good things about the work they do in India, so here I am."

Liggett nods as do the other young officers. "Good thing tradition continues, and that our fathers and their fathers before them had the good sense to make sure we all did our duties for Queen and Country." He raised his glass. "To her Majesty, our beloved Queen Victoria, may she rule over Britannia for a good long time. Oh, and may John Bull continue to kick Russian bears for a while."

Liggett and the others were drinking, when Bowen snapped his fingers. "I say, Granville, have you met Captain Morgan Llewellyn? He is all cock a leekie Welsh, mind you, but a damned fine Royal Engineer. I heard from one of my friends that he was headed to Lucknow on some sort of building project. Seems that he is in charge of some sort of building projects in the Oudh. I thought I saw him earlier talking with some Company men." He glances about but the crowd is quite thick. "Should be too hard to find..." and he goes on to describe the officer.

Seon wrote:

markh wrote:

Lammomedes wrote: After meeting up with his new friend, Lovell, and the two of them chatting, they find a group of other young men standing off to one side of the ballroom. They are sharing whiskey and when Thomas and Lovell approach, pouring them both a whiskey into a fine crystal tumbler. The leader of this small gathering is Captain Morgan Llewellyn, Royal Engineers. He is talking with a number of Company men who are all being transferred to Oudh in the next few weeks to take over administration of the province. Captain Llewellyn is being assigned to the garrison at Lucknow to oversee improvements to their inadequate fortifications and to construct an ammunition bunker. The other men, all civilians, are intrigued at the prospect of making some money and improving their lots in life, and Captain Llewellyn makes it clear that he wishes more of his engineers spoke any of the local lingo, though he is a daft hand himself at Hindi.

"What brings the two of you to India? Have either of you been to anywhere in Oudh province?"

Thomas swirls the brandy around the tumbler, peering at it uncertainly. At Captain Morga'n's question, he perks up. "I served in the Frontier Force in Oudh prior to annexation, don't'cha know? Chasing dacoits back over the frontier and so on. Oh, and dodging snakes," he says with a smiling aside to Lovell. "I agree with you Captain, a man needs to speak the language to command the men. Ek bhāshā kabhī bhī kāphī nahī hotī, as they say."

Lovell smiled and spoke in a slightly guarded tone. "I have never been to the Oudh Province, although I am quite interested in what I may find there. Tell me, both of you, how is that province?"

After Thomas has his say, Llewellyn nods his head. "These chaps are all quite cherry when it comes to heading to the Oudh. Your friend here seems to know a good bit more about the province than I do, having been there first hand. I know that the Company and the Army are moving into Lucknow to establish a formal presence and to relieve the troops who have been stationed there since we took over the province months ago. Some of the local troops..what do the Frenchies say, come say come sah, but with some of the young Addiscombe graduates I saw earlier, they will whip them into shape I dare say." He took a sip of his drink. "I believe, unless you are headed out to the frontier region, things should be fair dinkum easy. Otherwise, lad, you could be in for a spell of unhappy Hindoos not so say happy Thomas Atkins is there to take charge."

Mr. Handy wrote:

Though the dancing is exhausting, Julia is young and sturdy. After a brief rest, she'll be able to dance again with any of the new arrivals who are interested. There's only another hour before their meeting, and she's confident she can last that long. "I must say I'm enjoying tonight's festivities immensely, Mr. Dodgson," she says.

OOC,Since Gaffer has gone walkabout, I'll keep you occupied for the moment.

Julia finds that her dance card fills up fairly quickly and she has a number of young men who will wait until after her engagement. She saw Dodgson dancing with a few others, but then excusing himself to get some fresh air. Dodgson was about to nod yes, when a young officer in full dress of the regular British Army edges him out the way. He is ruggedly handsome, deeply tanned, with dark blonde hair and quite icy blue eyes. There is a heavy scent of a very intensely masculine cologne about him. A smile crinkles Dodgson's lips, as he backs away. The soldier smile pleasantly. "Miss, my name is Arthur Waterson, and it would be my privilege to dance with you." He glances over his shoulder and smirks at Dodgson. "If you don't mind old man?" Julia will quickly learn, either to her horror or pleasure, that Lieutenant Arthur Waterson is a recent arrival from Singapore, having been transferred to Calcutta as a military liaison for a bunch of civilians he is to escort to the upcountry of the Oudh province. "Don't know much about them, though one or two are supposed to have some knowledge about the Oudh. I was brought back because I am jolly good with the local language having been born here. Dad was a professional soldier and officer with the army, and mom, well she was born here as well." Julia gets the feeling that something about his mother is...off. "So I speak several of the local Hindu dialects quite well and it seems that some of those I am supposed to escort to their new station don't speak a lick of the language. Not one word.It's going to be jolly good fun." He shook his head. "So what brings an attractive young lady like yourself out here to India?"

Lammomedes wrote: While Felicia is most appreciative of the attention, she is constantly being pulled away by other young gallants who don't seem to mind cutting in on Strachan's moments with the young lady. However, after a few dances, he will find Mrs. Dower waiting for another dance. If Strachan approaches, she will gladly accept. "What brings you to India, good sir? I know many young men like yourself believe their fortunes can be made here, and it is true, my Philip did manage to make a goodly sum of money. But the culture and customs, especially of the Hindoos and the Musselmen are so different. Not queer, mind you, just different."

"I'm of a mind that a man can make his fortune wherever he has a mind to madam. But I do beieve that a man should travel and see the world before he is to old to enjoy it and India is as you say different."

Strachan continues in this vein trying unsuccessfully to persuade the Widow Dower that he might be a suitable suitor.

Lammomedes wrote: After Thomas has his say, Llewellyn nods his head. "These chaps are all quite cherry when it comes to heading to the Oudh. Your friend here seems to know a good bit more about the province than I do, having been there first hand. I know that the Company and the Army are moving into Lucknow to establish a formal presence and to relieve the troops who have been stationed there since we took over the province months ago. Some of the local troops..what do the Frenchies say, come say come sah, but with some of the young Addiscombe graduates I saw earlier, they will whip them into shape I dare say." He took a sip of his drink. "I believe, unless you are headed out to the frontier region, things should be fair dinkum easy. Otherwise, lad, you could be in for a spell of unhappy Hindoos not so say happy Thomas Atkins is there to take charge."

"Aye, we are moving into the province, that once was a proud and powerful kingdom. The Nawabs and princes may be accustomed to being conquered, with Mughals and Maratha's having ranged across the land over the years, but some of the people are not happy. Lovell and I encountered one such man today, a snake charmer of all people, who told us we would be driven out! I was not impressed, I can say, but you can't deny the feeling is there."

Arthur Dodgson

Dodgson sips punch (no spirits in it to keep his head clear) in the faint breeze from the verandah, catching sight of Julia from time to time. He is happy to leave her entertainment to the younger set for now, but is ready to step in and rescue her, should she seem distressed. At any rate, their appointment is not long off.

Then he spots a man he thinks he recognizes. Could that be Llewellyn, his old officer? He makes his way about the periphery toward the man.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Waterson," says Julia. "I am Julia Kaye, and I have come to India to be a missionary. I started studying the Hindi language since I decided to come, and I can speak it passably, though I'm learning more all the time. The best way to learn a language is to surround yourself with it."

Lammomedes wrote:Liggett and the others were drinking, when Bowen snapped his fingers. "I say, Granville, have you met Captain Morgan Llewellyn? He is all cock a leekie Welsh, mind you, but a damned fine Royal Engineer. I heard from one of my friends that he was headed to Lucknow on some sort of building project. Seems that he is in charge of some sort of building projects in the Oudh. I thought I saw him earlier talking with some Company men." He glances about but the crowd is quite thick. "Should be too hard to find..." and he goes on to describe the officer.

"I've not had the pleasure, sir," replied Granville, "But I'll take a look around and see if I can make his acquaintance." He nodded to his fellow officers and excused himself.

A brisk circuit around the room and Granville spotted a man matching the description given by Bowen. He approached the man and said, "Captain Llewellyn, sir? I am Ensign Granville Michaels of the Royal Engineers, recently arrived in India."

markh wrote:

Lammomedes wrote: After Thomas has his say, Llewellyn nods his head. "These chaps are all quite cherry when it comes to heading to the Oudh. Your friend here seems to know a good bit more about the province than I do, having been there first hand. I know that the Company and the Army are moving into Lucknow to establish a formal presence and to relieve the troops who have been stationed there since we took over the province months ago. Some of the local troops..what do the Frenchies say, come say come sah, but with some of the young Addiscombe graduates I saw earlier, they will whip them into shape I dare say." He took a sip of his drink. "I believe, unless you are headed out to the frontier region, things should be fair dinkum easy. Otherwise, lad, you could be in for a spell of unhappy Hindoos not so say happy Thomas Atkins is there to take charge."

"Aye, we are moving into the province, that once was a proud and powerful kingdom. The Nawabs and princes may be accustomed to being conquered, with Mughals and Maratha's having ranged across the land over the years, but some of the people are not happy. Lovell and I encountered one such man today, a snake charmer of all people, who told us we would be driven out! I was not impressed, I can say, but you can't deny the feeling is there."

"Of course," Lovell said. "I do very much prefer man who tell you that he is planning revenge against you then the ones who keep it in their head. The former you can do your best to avoid. The latter are like snakes in tall grass."

ghill wrote:

Lammomedes wrote: While Felicia is most appreciative of the attention, she is constantly being pulled away by other young gallants who don't seem to mind cutting in on Strachan's moments with the young lady. However, after a few dances, he will find Mrs. Dower waiting for another dance. If Strachan approaches, she will gladly accept. "What brings you to India, good sir? I know many young men like yourself believe their fortunes can be made here, and it is true, my Philip did manage to make a goodly sum of money. But the culture and customs, especially of the Hindoos and the Musselmen are so different. Not queer, mind you, just different."

"I'm of a mind that a man can make his fortune wherever he has a mind to madam. But I do beieve that a man should travel and see the world before he is to old to enjoy it and India is as you say different."

Strachan continues in this vein trying unsuccessfully to persuade the Widow Dower that he might be a suitable suitor.

She looks about and then opens a small carte d'visite case and hands Strachan a small cream colored card or piece of pasteboard. "While it would be unseemly for you to call on me without prior notice, I am sure that should you have time I would enjoy a stroll on the esplanade to discuss your plans for the future. Perhaps we might have a similar direction of travel?"

Strachan will eventually realize it is getting close to 11 pm.

markh wrote:

Lammomedes wrote: After Thomas has his say, Llewellyn nods his head. "These chaps are all quite cherry when it comes to heading to the Oudh. Your friend here seems to know a good bit more about the province than I do, having been there first hand. I know that the Company and the Army are moving into Lucknow to establish a formal presence and to relieve the troops who have been stationed there since we took over the province months ago. Some of the local troops..what do the Frenchies say, come say come sah, but with some of the young Addiscombe graduates I saw earlier, they will whip them into shape I dare say." He took a sip of his drink. "I believe, unless you are headed out to the frontier region, things should be fair dinkum easy. Otherwise, lad, you could be in for a spell of unhappy Hindoos not so say happy Thomas Atkins is there to take charge."

"Aye, we are moving into the province, that once was a proud and powerful kingdom. The Nawabs and princes may be accustomed to being conquered, with Mughals and Maratha's having ranged across the land over the years, but some of the people are not happy. Lovell and I encountered one such man today, a snake charmer of all people, who told us we would be driven out! I was not impressed, I can say, but you can't deny the feeling is there."

Llewellyn nods his head. "Snake charmers and other sort of Hindoo fakirs, they all need to be thrown into the local jails or be driven out of town. Still such a ruffian should have been given a right good thumping for speaking out like that. But then, who knows what they can do with those poisonous pythons, what?"

Gaffer wrote:Arthur Dodson

Dodson sips punch (no spirits in it to keep his head clear) in the faint breeze from the verandah, catching sight of Julia from time to time. He is happy to leave her entertainment to the younger set for now, but is ready to step in and rescue her, should she seem distressed. At any rate, their appointment is not long off.

Then he spots a man he thinks he recognizes. Could that be Llewellyn, his old officer? He makes his way about the periphery toward the man.

Dodson does indeed realize that it is Captain Llewellyn, and he is surrounded by a group of young officers. As he approaches, Llewellyn looks up, something about snake charmers being shown the stick or something. "What ho, do my eyes deceive? Dodson in the flesh and blood and here in the middle of India. Gentlemen, and for some of you that term is used most lightly, this is Arthur Dodson, one of the finest men and most brilliant sappers to have ever served in Her Majesty's forces. He took a wound in the recent troubles with the Russians, and you are looking on a man who the 'Lady with the Lamp' took a special personal interest in. He is, without a doubt, a true soldier's soldier and someone I have enjoyed having had the privilege to command." He makes a series of introductions. "What brings you to Calcutta and the far reaches of the Empire?"

Mr. Handy wrote:

"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Waterson," says Julia. "I am Julia Kaye, and I have come to India to be a missionary. I started studying the Hindi language since I decided to come, and I can speak it passably, though I'm learning more all the time. The best way to learn a language is to surround yourself with it."

Waterson nods and smiles. "A missionary, I say, a frightfully dangerous position for some. If I wouldn't be considered rude, can I ask what church you represent? Or are you one of the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel types? Or more of the London Missionary Society type? I have even heard of a Mormon or two...still not exactly sure who or what they believe in...recently arrived in Calcutta."

"As for Hindi, it is dreadfully useful with the locals. Many of them don't speak a single lick of our language, but a few don't even speak proper Hindi but some sort of tribal language. Generally though you can find some wallah somewhere who can translate for you. Do you know where your are headed in your work?"

Philulhu wrote:

Lammomedes wrote:Liggett and the others were drinking, when Bowen snapped his fingers. "I say, Granville, have you met Captain Morgan Llewellyn? He is all cock a leekie Welsh, mind you, but a damned fine Royal Engineer. I heard from one of my friends that he was headed to Lucknow on some sort of building project. Seems that he is in charge of some sort of building projects in the Oudh. I thought I saw him earlier talking with some Company men." He glances about but the crowd is quite thick. "Should be too hard to find..." and he goes on to describe the officer.

"I've not had the pleasure, sir," replied Granville, "But I'll take a look around and see if I can make his acquaintance." He nodded to his fellow officers and excused himself.

A brisk circuit around the room and Granville spotted a man matching the description given by Bowen. He approached the man and said, "Captain Llewellyn, sir? I am Ensign Granville Michaels of the Royal Engineers, recently arrived in India."

Llewellyn looks up and smiles. "My word, I seem to be all the center of attention. Gentlemen, another young officer, and a Royal Engineer too. I say, Michaels was it, are you assigned to any garrison in particular? Because if not, I will see if I can get orders cut to have you transferred to my works in Lucknow." He looks to be at the center of a circle of officers and others. "Michaels, this is Arthur Dodson, a very fine soldier as I was saying. And these other lads..."

He makes introductions of the other 8 or so people gathered around.

Seon wrote:

markh wrote:

Lammomedes wrote: After Thomas has his say, Llewellyn nods his head. "These chaps are all quite cherry when it comes to heading to the Oudh. Your friend here seems to know a good bit more about the province than I do, having been there first hand. I know that the Company and the Army are moving into Lucknow to establish a formal presence and to relieve the troops who have been stationed there since we took over the province months ago. Some of the local troops..what do the Frenchies say, come say come sah, but with some of the young Addiscombe graduates I saw earlier, they will whip them into shape I dare say." He took a sip of his drink. "I believe, unless you are headed out to the frontier region, things should be fair dinkum easy. Otherwise, lad, you could be in for a spell of unhappy Hindoos not so say happy Thomas Atkins is there to take charge."

"Aye, we are moving into the province, that once was a proud and powerful kingdom. The Nawabs and princes may be accustomed to being conquered, with Mughals and Maratha's having ranged across the land over the years, but some of the people are not happy. Lovell and I encountered one such man today, a snake charmer of all people, who told us we would be driven out! I was not impressed, I can say, but you can't deny the feeling is there."

"Of course," Lovell said. "I do very much prefer man who tell you that he is planning revenge against you then the ones who keep it in their head. The former you can do your best to avoid. The latter are like snakes in tall grass."

Llewellyn was about to respond when he is interrupted first by the arrival of Dodson and then Michaels. Llewellyn shakes his head as introductions are made. "Mr. Lovell here stated that he very much prefers a man who tells him what is planning, including revenge, then a man who keeps his counsel to himself. A very wise comment and one you would all take to heart here, because so many of the locals, I have discovered are likely to say one thing to your European face, even your ugly face, Thompson, then do something else." One of the younger men with him blushes at being called out. "Now don't get me wrong, many of these Hindoos and Musselmen can be trusted, but there are always a few bad apples to spoil the orchard."

Everyone realizes its getting close to 11pm by this point.

OOC,Please respond to the above posts and don't feel rushed,but I am going to move things along a bit.

"Oh, I'm with the Church of England," says Julia. "I'm from Portsmouth, and my father is a minister there. I'm aware of the danger, but there are plenty of brave young lads who will protect me. I don't yet know where I will be sent, but I have a feeling I'm about to find out. I have a meeting at 11:00 with Secretary Talbot. In fact, it's almost time for that now. If you'll excuse me, Mr. Waterson? Perhaps I'll see you again afterwards."

Lammomedes wrote:She looks about and then opens a small carte d'visite case and hands Strachan a small cream colored card or piece of pasteboard. "While it would be unseemly for you to call on me without prior notice, I am sure that should you have time I would enjoy a stroll on the esplanade to discuss your plans for the future. Perhaps we might have a similar direction of travel?"

"It would be a pleasure madam, an absolute pleasure. Now I must ask your indulgence but I'm afraid I have been called to a meeting with Secretary Talbot which is due to start at 11, so must ask you to excuse me."

Making his goodbyes and promising to see the Widow at the first opportunity, Strachan starts to push his way through the crowd largely indifferent to the complaints and squawks that arise from his passage. Quickly glancing at his fob watch Strachan curses under his breath, he'd hoped to be early to the meeting so he could observe anyone else who arrived. As he charged up the stairs dodging guests and servants now he wondered wether he would actually be on time for the meeting at all, hardly a god start.

Lammomedes wrote: Llewellyn nods his head. "Snake charmers and other sort of Hindoo fakirs, they all need to be thrown into the local jails or be driven out of town. Still such a ruffian should have been given a right good thumping for speaking out like that. But then, who knows what they can do with those poisonous pythons, what?"

Thomas resists the urge to point out that pythons are not poisonous, and murmurs something non-committal. The arrival of some more people saves him from answering, and he joins in the introductions. Soon, looking arond the group, his eye falls upon a ornamental gilt clock on the wall. "Goodness, that time already? Gentlemen, I have an appointment at 11, and dare not be late. Good evening to you all."

Arthur Dodgson

Dodgson acknowledges Michaels and spends a pleasant half-hour or so renewing acquaintance with Llewellyn and meeting the other fellows about him. It's strange that he no longer owes deference and obedience to his old lieutenant, making Arthur behave in a rather reticent manner. Catching sight of an ormolu clock, he excuses himself, pleading a previous appointment.

He looks about and spies Julia Kaye in the crowd and makes his way to her side, offering his arm. He is as delicate as he can be shouldering through the press to the hallway where he inquires directions of a footman.

Granville explains that he is yet to be assigned but will speak to LLewellyn once he has been assigned and let him know where he is to be posted. As the clock round to eleven he makes his excuses and follows Dodgson across the room.

Lovell's eyes followed Thomas's to the ornamental clock. "Ah, well then," he said. "Pleasure meeting you gentlemen, but I believe that I will have to go and visit Mr. Talbott as well."

He turned to Thomas. "You as well? What a coincedence."

Seon wrote:Lovell's eyes followed Thomas's to the ornamental clock. "Ah, well then," he said. "Pleasure meeting you gentlemen, but I believe that I will have to go and visit Mr. Talbott as well."

He turned to Thomas. "You as well? What a coincedence."

Thomas seemed taken aback for a moment, then smiled. "I am intriuged. Shall we go?"