of arrivals, memories regained and strange metal beasts. Did we also mention the time travel?

[honorandbrocade]

Location: unceremoniously dumped in the middle of Main Street, Aternaville
Time: afternoon (you know what they say about mad dogs and Englishmen…^_^)
Characters: (Admiral) Sir Edward Pellew, Commodore James Norrington, and whoever else happens to be wandering by.
Public, Private, or Semi-Private: very, very public. (it’s in the middle of the main

Comments

Noel Coward quotes for the win!

[saintlysimon]

The "strange beast" had been in the form of Simon's Volvo, out for an afternoon drive; and although, upon review, a wiggy chap with a lot of gold lace and a sword wasn't really the most unusual thing to have ever hopped out at the Saint's car, it was still a quite interesting prospect, and so he pulled over to the kerb a bit further up, cranked the window down, and sat with his arms crossed on the sill and his head out the window to watch Wiggy and his friend (temporarily titled Napoleon, for the hat) until something told him it was time to speak.

"Hello, souls," he drawled finally. "Did Hallowe'en start early this year?"

heee....it *would* be Simon's car now, wouldn't it?

[honorandbrocade]

There was a mere hint of a grin at the corner of Sir Edward's mouth at this. He seemed pretty unfazed by the whole situation. (Perhaps it was commonplace in the eighteenth century, Norrington pondered.)

Norrington, on the other hand, was trying to look as calm as possible. He had seen many strange things in his lifetime, perhaps more than a officer of His Majesty's Navy should see (undead pirates being one of them), but he had never encountered strange roaring metal beasts with human heads popping out of them relatively unscathed.
"That would depend, my good sir, on the circumstances," he said finally. "Perhaps you can help clear up a little disagreement."

Here we go...

He took a breath. "Where exactly are we? My friend here says England, whereas I believe that it is Port Royal."

of course it would! hey, what's this 'relatively'?!

[saintlysimon]

"Wherever an Englishman goes, he takes a bit of Blighty with him," said Simon, his voice solemn and his eyes a pair of dancing blue devils, "and technically this used to be England, but I think it's been split off for a while. You, my darlings, are in Canada, land of the free and home of the beaver. But it could be worse - you could be in New Jersey."

The Saint was abrim with curiosity; even with all the strange things he'd seen in the course of his career - which had been sort of multiplied since his arrival in the deceptively quiet village of Aternaville - he never got tired of a New Thing, which Wiggy and Napoleon definitely represented.

I believe there's no such thing, what!

[pureblood_wife]

"I've never been to New Jersey," came a females voice from the trio's left as a woman in a long dark red dress walked toward them with slow but sure steps. Her hair was let down, the silvery-blond locks cascading down over her shoulders and back to stop about mid-way. Crystal blue eyes took in the scene and she gathered from the brief conversation she'd heard that they were clearly new here, and also clearly out of their own time. Another one... Goodie.

"But I suggest it's probably a fair amount better than Diagon Alley on a new school term," Narcissa Malfoy gave a small, pale pink lipped smile, hands hanging at her sides before they gathered in front of her. "Or perhaps Kings Cross in general." With a small half-shrug she looked at Simon, who she barely knew, and then to the new men.

"Have you been scaring these men?" The blond woman asked of Simon, a bit of play in her voice. Back in England one would never hear that, but after coming here and realizing she was free to be herself she had grown a little more relaxed.

continued from below/above/wherever.

[indiepellew]

"What, sorry that the Admiralty has no taste when it comes to designing uniform hats, or sorry because you are about to do something unspeakable to it?" Sir Edward said, rather flippantly. "But that is indeed my best hat. We Admirals are also permitted a plainer version for everyday use, which has considerably less gold lace." He shrugged. "I had it with me, but I dare say it is...well, wherever the rest of my belongings are at the moment."

[saintlysimon]

Simon hadn't been intending to do anything unspeakable to the hat, but now that the idea had been brought up... He looked at it calculatingly. Not enough gold lace on it to make it count as boodle, unfortunately, not with bouillon prices the way they were these days.

because Norrington needs to stop being upstaged by Pellew. (Even if he's not exactly being sociable)

[honorandbrocade]

"With respect, Admiral, prehaps that was not the right thing to say," Norrington commented dryly. "I'd keep a very close eye on that hat now if I were you, sir. Or you could well easily find it missing."

[saintlysimon]

Simon turned the full blinding force of his wide, innocent blue eyes on Norrington then; the look he may as well have had a patent out on, for it had driven more than one Scotland Yard inspector to distraction over the years. "Why, Jimmy," he said in shocked tones, "you have a filthy, suspicious little mind, so you do!"