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Offline Cheeky_Pixie

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Plot...
« on: 13:35, Wednesday 12 Sep, 2012. »
And so our adventure begins...

It is the year of Our Lord 1603, and, this evening, in a South London theatre, 'Prosperina the Illusionist' takes to the stage, following a group of acrobats as they tumble off into the wings.  Maggs, an old acquaintance of hers, pushes to the front of the fleapit to see better, clapping and yelling with the rest.  Prosperina produces doves from thin air, which coo and flutter around her hair.  She notices a small sound from backstage, but continues with her routine, probably just the next act arguing.  Flowers are produced from unexpected locations, to the audience’s delight and, with a flourish, she draws an extraordinarily long string of coloured silk handkerchiefs from her dainty throat to rapturous applause.  She is just getting into a good and enjoyable patter with a couple of hecklers and is considering beginning the ‘knife’ part of her routine, when a young, relatively-well-, but not expensively-dressed, gentleman walks onto the stage, clapping slowly. 
‘Ah! A volunteer!’ she cries. 
She beams at him and hands him a white dove, which he bats carelessly into the air to flutter into the rafters above the stage.  This does not please Prosperina and she squares up to him as he announces that he appreciates her skills as a Queen of Magic, in fact, almost as Titania herself…
Prosperina gulps, concerned, and then her fury rises gently as she recognises the stage name of a rival in this man’s speech.  She is unimpressed when he demands that she perform for ‘his patron’ and instead she makes to finish her act, despite the appearance of this arrogant gentleman.  However, he states brusquely that it is an offer valid only for now and suggests she come with him immediately.  Prosperina refuses, turning to her audience with a flourish and a bunch of flowers as a mystery gunshot is heard from somewhere in the stalls and the gentleman who invaded the stage reels away, cursing as he holds his arm.  Prosperina finishes her act early and disappears in a cloud of smoke.
I said, ‘disappears in a cloud of smoke’.
‘Eek!’  *stamp, stamp, stamp*


Cutaway to top floor of stalls.  A rather louche and pleasantly-dressed gentleman is sitting between two ladies of negotiable affection, who giggle and play with his hair as he- well, yes, they are negotiable after all...  He notices a kerfuffle behind a door and, ‘ladies’ in tow, one nestled comfortably under each arm, strides off to investigate.  He finds an unexpectedly locked door and, curiosity getting the better of him decides to open it.  With his feet.  Fortunately the ‘ladies’ are fairly robust lasses and happily support his daring double-flying-kick, tittering beside him at his flamboyance.   
It gives way under his boot and rebounds off something soft behind it, which grunts.  He kicks it again and this time there is a lack of grunt.  A rather battered head appears around the corner of the door and he grabs it by the hair, pulling it forwards and slamming the door on it…  He wends onwards, whores  ‘ladies’ following with interest. 


Meanwhile, the smoke-filled stage, begins to fill with more people, mostly burly gentlemen, Prosperina crouches, just in time, as two of the men flail theior arms wildly over her head, trying to clasp her in the smoke. 
Someone yells ‘Get her!’ as Prosperina’s frantic stamping on the trapdoor finally elicits a response from the trapdoor operator below and she tumbles through the floor, landing squarely on him, knocking him silly.  She stands up, brushing the dust briskly off her velvet dress and realises that there are still smoky shadows passing over the trapdoor above.  She prods the operator to close the trapdoor; he moans and rubs his head blearily.  Prosperina grabs the winch rope herself and begins to pull the trapdoor shut, agonisingly slowly, before realising that this will not be fast enough as someone is already preparing to descend. 


Maggs has scrambled onto the stage, wondering what has happened to her friend’s usual routine; it is shorter for one thing.  In the smoky atmosphere, she realises that this influx of people on the stage is not friendly and she soon finds herself grabbed by the ankle.  Falling forwards towards the edge of the stage, she looks behind her at a chap she has seen before.  He is NOT pretty, and she knows the reason why.  Maggs lashes out at him with her spare and not inconsiderable boot, catching him squarely in the throat and launching herself off the stage as he gurgles and splutters helplessly behind her.  Maggs’ narrow escape is applauded by a kindly-looking gentleman who she has never seen before, but who seems not to be attempting to attack her so she speaks to him. 


Following the gunshot and the kerfuffle on stage, the crowd soon realise that this is not a good theatre to be in at the moment and, as one, try to flee out of the doors.  The small doors, some of which have been unexpectedly tied shut do not offer sufficient egress to the crowd and panic ensues.  Our louche gentleman notices this and, out of the goodness of his heart, couldn’t possibly let all of these delightful wealthy noble patrons of the arts be stuck in this crowded theatre, so flings a dagger at one of the ropes binding the doors closed and flings it wide open, taking grateful tips in his hat as the nobility pass…  He leads his ‘ladies’ out towards their house, past the stews, and even has enough money left over for breakfast…


A nobleman slips out of the expensive stairwell, calls for John, his coachman and is taken to the stage door. He climbs elegantly in through the first floor window and makes his way to the stage area to see what is going on…


Below the stage, Prosperina has realised that she will never be able to close the trapdoor again in time and has drawn her ankle dagger, standing at bay, trying to look for an escape.  As her pursuer tumbles down the hatch, she takes a wild swipe at him with the dagger, and misses.  Realising that he is still not entirely recovered from his fall, she takes the opportunity to throw her pride to the winds, hoist up her velvet dress and run, bloomers flapping about her ankles as she pelts along a corridor behind some tapestries.  She pelts towards the stage door, and skids to a halt as she spots a figure loitering there, slightly darker than the darkness, and switches course rapidly.  She gets halfway up the spiral wooden staircase to the stage when she hears voices yelling and feet hammering down.  Breaking out in a cold sweat, she clings to the central post of the stairwell and cautiously sticks out her leg.  She is rewarded by the tumbling figure of a burly chap landing at the bottom of the stairwell, closely followed by his colleague, who lands on the first chap with an ‘Oof!’.  Prosperina breathes a silent sigh of relief and starts up the stairs again when she hears more pelting feet.  She thinks quickly and knots one end of her string of silk hankerchiefs to the outside banister, holding the end taut and ready to pull upwards after these new people. 
A friendly-looking gentleman stops inches from the string, teetering, and nearly falling when Maggs bowls into him from behind.  After a moment of gravitational indecision, they stand on the stairs, Prosperina peeping cautiously up at them.  Brief introductions are made and tentative trust is formed.  Prosperina is, however, still holding her dagger…


A tall, finely-dressed nobleman, strides down the stairs, sword drawn and comes upon this little bundle of people.  The friendly gentleman draws his sword too but the nobleman sheathes his at the sight of Prosperina.  He asks her a few questions, along the lines of, ‘How do you know Baron Grey?’ and ‘Do you want to come with me and remain alive?’ to which the answers are, respectively, ‘I have no idea’, and ‘yes!’.  They follow him. 

[sorry, I was losing myself in my cold by this point so forgive me if I’ve missed something awesome!]

Prosperina is invited into the nobleman’s coach.  She is deeply suspicious, but doesn’t appear to be associated with Titania and is not trying to kill her so this is a plus.  She goes, along with Maggs and the other friendly gentleman, and the coach driver whips up the horses.  They head south, towards the river and the nobleman reiterates his questions.  He elicits Prosperina’s real name, Eloise Higham, and seems somewhat disappointed that she has no knowledge at all of Baron Grey, though she is now concerned that someone of some importance has noticed her, she is after all only a humble illusionist. 
They cross the bustling, noisy, smelly street with overhanging houses and yelling wives, that is London Bridge, drawing to a gentle halt outside the massive keep that marks the southern end.  The nobleman, Sir William, offers Prosperina/Eloise the choice of finding a safe place to stay herself where she can be defended from a small army if necessary (this is unlikely, given her options of alternative accommodation) so she, grudgingly and cautiously, accepts his offer of staying in the apartments behind the main building.  After he has assured her that they are all individual rooms.  She may not be proud, but she does have her dignity!  Maggs seems quite happy with the arrangement, nearly wandering off to the working end of things to wave at old colleagues, but is steered back to the apartments by Sir William. 


Does a good night’s sleep beckon for any of our friends…?
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Offline Cheeky_Pixie

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Re: Plot...
« Reply #1 on: 17:46, Monday 01 Oct, 2012. »
Apologies for the lack of updates here... Brief update herewith...

The plot - Part 2

Sunrise happens and our characters awaken in various differnet places, though four of them in the Tower's luxurious back apartments. 
The other one is in slightly less salubrious but more entertaining surroundings...
Sir William Talbert speaks to Eloise at length about who might wish to kill her and she seems completely innocent of any knowledge of enemies who might actually wish her dead.  He queries her contacts and the four of them head off to see Eloise's mentor - Lady Di Angelo - out beyond Kensington in the countryside.  Eloise leaves her birds and equipment behind to be cared for and introduced Sir William to her. 
He lags behind to speak to Lady Di Angelo on his own and then they set off to look for Sir Rupert Russington who might know something about Baron Grey. 
They find him, eventually, in a tavern  and arrange to see him later on for dinner. 
They head off without him and spot a chap in another bar who looks rather familiar.  eh was accompanying the particualrly unpleasant-looking chap who grabbed Maggs at the performance.
Maggs and Sir William head in the back whilst Hamish and Eliose walk in the front door. 

Sir RR wanders down the street nonchalantly and spots the carriage being used by Sir William...

Hamish drops the scots accent and accuses the chap in the bar of owing him money.  He subsequently knocks him upwards on the chin with the hilt of his sword and knocks him out, to have him carried away by Maggs and Sir William. 

Sir RR watches all this as they get in the carriage and ride back to the Tower. 
He then has a thought and heads off to a Gentlemans' Club to look for someone.  He finds his man and has a 'chat'. 

Back at the Tower, the 'goon' is capably tied up by Maggs who then slaps him awake. She appears to be enjoying a return to her previous job a little too much... She asks several questions. 
Who does the lord owe money to?
He refuses to answer so Maggs removes his littlest toenail... It's not as if he really needed it...
Apparently he was hired by Baron Grey to grab Jessie Purefoy and it seems that they have muddled her up with Eloise.
Our heroes learn that there is a farmhouse meeting point just outside London.  John Putney 'the ugly fella' works with them.  Maggs has heard of him. 
These other people had followed the coach to the Tower the night before but had given up when they saw where it had gone. 
Our heroes also learn that the Baron has a grudge of some sort against Lord Russington. 
Maggs 'cauterises' the wound and he passes out.
He is dumped unceremoniously outside...

Now they have the information, what will they do with it...?



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Offline Cheeky_Pixie

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Re: Plot...
« Reply #2 on: 17:28, Tuesday 09 Oct, 2012. »
Sorry - lagging behind!
:P 

Scribbled notes from last week just for completeness' sake are below but can someone else do yesterday's please??

Pre-dinner meeting held with all parties - Prosperina is Sir William's 'mistress' (hah!) and Maggs her lady in waiting (tee hee). 

Sir RR is acquainted, it turns out, with Baron Grey from his time in the army.  Chatting ensues during which time Maggs slips a fork up her sleeve, feeling naked without weaponry. 
They discuss the BAron's attempted kidnapping, as it is not in his usual style. 
There are two locations he might be in: 1.  A farmhouse.  2. A suburban tavern. 
They wonder if the Baron is being hired by someone else. 

Eloise (Prosperina) mentions to Sir William that there is another prestidigitator who looks a little like her, Jessie, who could she could have been mistaken for. 

They agree to meet in the morning to check out the farmhouse. 

Sir William checks on Jessie's details. 
Eloise checks on her small upstairs room to see if anything has been taken.  It hasn't but someone has evidently broken in, though carefully.  Not a professional job though, not quite tidy enough!  She spends a little time making some smoke bombs whilst there, just in case. 

Sir William goes to report to his boss, explains the mistaken identity and asks for permission to continue. 

They head back to the Tower for the night. 

Hamish's manservant arrives at the tower being escorted by the Palace guard, having accidentally upset some horses. 

11am arrives - they meet and head for the farmhouse. 
Sir RR leads the little band, cap pulled low. 
Some goons lounging outside the farmhouse see but ignore the carriage.  The band is outnumbered but noone is expecting an attack on this tatty looking farmhouse or its distant outbuildings.   

Sir William bribes the two men at the door, they are now members of the band. 
There are four men downstairs and Baron Greay is updtairs. 
The gentlemen walk in and Henry heads for a couple of horses. 
It is quite dark in here.
Battle ensues between goons and heroes.  There is much buckling of swash. 
Sir RR attempts to climb in the window and accidentaly kicks a horse in the head, unsettling them both. 
Hamish turns goons into kebabs.

Sir RR sees BAron Grey attempting to climb out of the same window, feet-first, and aims a pistol between his legs.  He attempts to shoot, but instead blows the Baron's hat off.  The BAron makes a daring leap out of the window, only to be nutted by Sir RR when he lands...

What happened next?


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Offline Cheeky_Pixie

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Re: Plot...
« Reply #3 on: 15:13, Tuesday 16 Oct, 2012. »
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Missed a week - During which the infamous Baron Grey is somehow drenched but also captured and put in the Tower and Sir William and Prosperina have a conversation.   
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Melisande, Queen of Lanet~Prosperina the Illusionist~Lord/Lady Serin~

Offline Andy McD

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Re: Plot...
« Reply #4 on: 19:51, Wednesday 31 Oct, 2012. »
Theres a line you dont cross. I cross it at warp speed.

Offline Andy McD

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Re: Plot...
« Reply #5 on: 11:26, Wednesday 19 Dec, 2012. »
We survived and didn't burn down London, although a boat did burn down. So we kept up our streak of fires.
Theres a line you dont cross. I cross it at warp speed.