A Conversation for CAMELOT (A place of enchantment and participation)

The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 181

Pheroneous

[Sweet Sir Galahad]

(Shiny armour glinting in the sun)

Listen lady fair, you can stroke my velour later! In the meantime, directions, please!

[Sir Dragonet]

Emerging naked, clean and sweet smelling from the lake]

Hey, vot ees it you do, ma cherie, vot 'as zis knight in shining armour got zat I 'av not. Don't leeve me zis way!


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 182

Floh Fortuneswell

[Morgas]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH
HEEEEEEEEELP !!!!!!!!


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 183

Pheroneous

[(Sweet) Sir Galahad]

What is it fair maiden. Let me save you from this evil (**Looks at Sir Dragonet**) and rather strange person.

[Sir Dragonet]

Do not pleez . I vil save you from zis evil glinting maniac... Now where did I leave my sword??

[Rustle - in the bushes]

Oh my God! Must I rush out and expose myself?


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 184

Floh Fortuneswell

[Morgas]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 185

Pheroneous

[Whistling Woodcutter from Wales]

**Passing by, scythe over shoulder**

**Looks from distressed maiden to shiny knight to naked Frenchman to rustling bushes and back to distressed maiden**

Oh my Gaawwdd!!


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 186

Floh Fortuneswell

[Morgas]
HEEEEEEEEEEEEELLPPP !!!

*realizes that nobody seems to be able to decide what to do*
Oh Goddess.

*reaches out for Galahad's sword*


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 187

Pheroneous

[Sir Lancelot (Rather dishevelled, and seemingly in a hurry)]

**Immediately assesses the situation, and correctly surmises that the lady needs assistance.**

Nope. No. Don't look at me! I've had enough for one day.

**Limps off into forest**

[Sir Galahad]

**Giggling**

OOhh! Stop it. You're tickling me!


[Sir Dragonet]

Where did I put that sword? I know it's here somewhere!


[Merlin] **Arriving in flash. Immediately casting a spell to freeze all participants in position, while he assesses the situation.**

Hmm! Now who exactly is the guilty party here?

Looks askance at the departing Lancelot, and with wry amusement at Sir Dragonet's shrivelled manhood.

Abracadabra!!!

**At which the noble charger disappears. Leaving shiny Sir Galahad and Morgas entanged in a heap**

Oh, I really can't be bothered. Sort it out yourselves!

**and with another flash, he was gone**

[Whistling woodman from Wales]

Oh my Gawd!!


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 188

Floh Fortuneswell

[Morgas]
...


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 189

Pheroneous

[Sir Dragonet]

**Finding, and wielding, sword.**

Stand aside you feeble eengleesh and Velsh veaklings, I may 'av no clozes but I am vorth all you lot togezer. Out of my vay.

**With that he seizes Morgas, throws her over one shoulder, all the while threatening the motley crew in the glade with his sword**


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 190

Floh Fortuneswell

[Morgas]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 191

Pheroneous

[Sir Dragonet]

Mademoiselle! You are as light as the breeze! I zink we can dance a leetel in zis moonlight!

[Sir Galahad]

(The fall having scratched his armour to reveal the base metal beneath, and the temper at being so easily foiled by a small(ish) Frenchman naked save for a flashing sword causing his magnificent demeanor to be exposed as the fraud it always was)

Bugger this for a lark, I'm not hanging about here in this muddy miserable forest!

[Whistling woodman from Wales]

As for me, I'm off to Wales (Exits, whistling)

[Russell, in the bushes]

Well, that was good fun!

[The Moon - full, fat and overhead]

Shine on, guys, shine on!


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 192

Floh Fortuneswell

[Morgas]
smiley - cross


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 193

Pheroneous

[Sir Dragonet]

(Who cannot, at present, see the anger sparkling in his lady's eyes, as they are dancing, and she is quite a lot taller, and he, in his happiness at finally being alone with his heart's desire, has buried his face in her resplendent chemise)

Ess not this vraiment a magic moment, ma cherie?


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 194

Floh Fortuneswell

[Morgas]
Comment? Ah, oui, bien sur.


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 195

Pheroneous

[Sir Dragonet]

(Humming quietly to self..)

It's a marvellous night for a Moondance...


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Post 196

Floh Fortuneswell

[Morgas]
*sigh*


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 197

Pheroneous

[Sir Dragonet]

ees like ze stars up above are in your eyes,.... a fantabulous night to make romance...

**The next words are muffled by a mouthful of chemise!**


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Post 198

Floh Fortuneswell

[Morgas]
Yes, why not?smiley - loveblush


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 199

Pheroneous

[Man in a Morris Van](Driving past)

(in broad Northern Irish Accent)

I'll tell yer why not, missus. 'Cos he's nicking my lyrics, thats why not!!


[Sir Dragonet]

Moi? Ce n'est pas possible. Je ne parle pas l'Anglais. Je regrette...

[Van man]

Regrette rien, mate, I'm on yer case! (drives off to collect royalties)

[Sir Dragonet]

I am very sorry, ma cherie. Pleez ignore zis interuption. Let us continue...'neath january skies...


The shady glade - with lake- in the forest

Post 200

Floh Fortuneswell

[Morgas]
smiley - musicalnoteNon, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette riensmiley - musicalnote


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