(Dear IPOATthe Fourth, that a happy ending is altogether unlikely?

[Hullygully]

Or not?

yes me too Madame

pag

Is that something to do with the seductive wearing of Sanitary protection ?

< cheeky little flash of tampon string >

(sorry)

( can I just get out of character to at HOT NEWS! which I now want to use today in RL.
It feels like a groovy 70s pop show, which is very me)

My friend had sex with Jane Fearnley-do dah's marriage book's son...but they didn't get married. Perhaps they would have done if they'd had the tip book.

(James -period role play v gd. Puts sanitary towel on head and is instantly a judge)

Hully - was that a roundabout way of saying Hugh F-W ?

< Puts 2 sanitary towels on shoulders and is transfromed into American Football Player - tackles hully's Judge and brings her down >

Umami - love the dress. You are a dab hand

loon pants

loon pants

I strongly resemble that lady, by the way

we are all looking very pretty I am sure but may we attend to darling Hully. She is quite ravaged.
Hark and attend - she is whispering most urgently for our help. How clever of her to disguise her pleas with whoops of joy so as not to raise their suspicions.
These vagabonds are as enthusiastic as they are impertinent! poor Hully
She bears it well

ummppphhhffffffff

This is hardly how I envisioned our new regal lives turning out. Pray, Pag, what is that strange new fashion you adopt? Hast come lately from France? And Widow, wrap this badge tippet close about your throat. We do not want a case of the quinsy.

Come, let us ascend as Ladies and meet the throng within. Mayhap there is a surprise banquet awaiting.

I hardly know darling Hully. I was assured that twas quite the thing in elegant circles but I confess it is hard to breath quite as one would wish.
I am peckish after all that rough and tumble - will there be cold cuts?

I believe there will be a collation of splendour unsurpassing. I have heard tell of boar's head and larks' tongues and pork belly canapes, not to mention sweetmeats a la mode.

Verily my stomach rumbles.

Who is yon slouching miserable figure drooping about on a throne? Surely tis not my brother, the Prince Regent?

Hah Hah Ha

Welcome dear ladies - I trust you have had a pleasant journey - But wait ! - you are looking ravaged and wan with care. Your vestments rented and soiled.

Mayhap you would wish to retire to the boudoir ? (a place where ladies went to sulk in French - Fact Fans)