away and over the sea i go

[bertiewwooster.livejournal.com]

Well, Jeeves and I have made a bit of a trip over to the colonies to reside there for a while.  Discretion, as the old saw has it, is often the better part of valour, and though the fighting blood does undoubtedly run thick in the Wooster veins, in this particular instance, I thought it better to beat a hasty retreat.  A stampeding horde of sewage-covered chums and relations does have that power over me.  Justified, I like to think, especially when that horde includes my fearsome Aunt A- she who bears more resemblance to a mastadon bellowing o'er primeval swamps than she does to any human woman- and one Spode, recently Earl of Sidcup.  Spode is an amateur dictator, and while his dial does rather remind one of a potato with a fly squashed on its upper lip, he has on many an occasion threatened to rip my spine out and beat me over the coconut with it. 

But I digress.  In order to escape the wrath of the aforementioned Spode, aunt, and various Bassets, Fink-Nottles, and Glossops, Jeeves and I shall be living in New York for some time.  Back to my usual haunt when abiding there- the Stuyvesant Towers in downtown Manhattan, right at the heart of the Big Apple.  It's a fine locale; there's a lot to be said for New York City, I find.  I sometimes think I could settle down there permanently- even despite the rum thing they call 'prohibition'- but the call to the old homestead is too strong in the Wooster veins. 

If anyone cares to come visit, you'd be a welcome guest in my humble abode.  Miss River, I've not seen you in a dashed long time; and let me tell you, New York has some positively popping dance clubs.  All the new stuff's starting over here- ragtime and boogie and that lot.  I rather think you'd like it.

Comments

[dreaming-oflove.livejournal.com]

You're in New York? How wonderful!

[bertiewwooster.livejournal.com]

You live in the old Big Apple, then?

[dreaming-oflove.livejournal.com]

Oh yes! Isn't it lovely here?

[bertiewwooster.livejournal.com]

Oh, rather. Very forward sort of place, New York, even if Americans occasionally tend to be rather beyond me. Though I imagine my New York is rather different from yours.

[dreaming-oflove.livejournal.com]

It's not the same New York then? What is yours like?

[bertiewwooster.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know, but I would assume not. Different worlds and all that, what? I mean to say, I've certainly not met anybody from my world on here yet. But there's a simple way to find out- what year is it where you're from?

[dreaming-oflove.livejournal.com]

Ah...let's see...ah! 2008!

[bertiewwooster.livejournal.com]

Well there we have it! It's 1928 here in Bertram's little old world; dawn of the new age and all that, what? Modernity at its peak. Though I imagine to you futuristic sorts, we must seem dashed backwards.

[dreaming-oflove.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know really...I've never seen most of the things that are here in New York. Andalasia was much more...simple.

[bertiewwooster.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're not a native, then? It can be a bit of a soupy place, New York. I confess, I've lived there a few times and I still don't entirely understand it.

[dreaming-oflove.livejournal.com]

No, I came to New York a few months ago from Andalasia. It is a very strange place, but I love it all the same.

[biverbam.livejournal.com]

Syncopation. The time isn't linear.

[ooc: Breaking hiatus for the birthday girl. ♥ ]

[bertiewwooster.livejournal.com]

It rarely seems to be around here. But a bird learns to deal, of course, as one does.

((OOC: Aww. ♥'s right back at you, darling))

[thricedeadwind.livejournal.com]

At times the most prudent action is to withdraw and chose a more opportune time, shall we say, to engage those who may oppose you.

I am intrigued by your offer of welcome, yet I have no means on my own to travel outside of my own reality. However, if you do not mind satisfying my curiosity, from what year do you call your own?

[bertiewwooster.livejournal.com]

Rather. Tell me about it, my good chappie.

Oh no? Can't you find a worldhopper somewhere in the community? I'm sure there's plenty willing to biff about here and there between the worlds. But in re. your query- it is the year 1928 in my world. And a dashed fine time it is, if I may say so myself, though with a few... idealogical flaws, shall we say.

[thricedeadwind.livejournal.com]

Perhaps I may find some manner of assistance in the future, should your offer remain open. I am quite certain details of history have been lost over the traverse of time, yet from information I recall I agree with your assessment.

Let me assure you, however; all eras and the ages within them have their idealogical flaws. Even a 'golden age' had only acquired its glinting finish in retrospect.

[bertiewwooster.livejournal.com]

You seem a decent sort; I see no reason why it shouldn't! One always likes to meet new people and that, what?

Ah, wisely said. Sounds like something one of those guru Johnnies would say- you know, got up in robes and sat 'round on the tops of mountains, dispensing advice to all and sundry.

[anarchy-in-ny.livejournal.com]

[[Did I see mention of birthday?]]

Ah, New York, New York: so good they named it twice and all that. Personally I think it is the finest place in the world to live.

[bertiewwooster.livejournal.com]

Ah, but have you ever been to London?

((OOC: You did indeed! I was nineteen yesterday. Well, I'm still nineteen, but I wasn't until yesterday))

[anarchy-in-ny.livejournal.com]

Yup, a bit small for my liking though.

[bertiewwooster.livejournal.com]

A bit small? Piffle, sir. Greatest city in the world, the old metrop. Though I suppose it'll be mostly a matter of one's o.- personal bias and all that, don't you know.

[anarchy-in-ny.livejournal.com]

Well I like Paris too, but New York is home, man.

[blutendimpulsge.livejournal.com]

One must wonder upon the bestowing of nicknames for cities. I for one, would rather not live in the center of a giant fruit.

[bertiewwooster.livejournal.com]

It is a bit of a rummy thing, isn't it? Not to say that it's actually a giant apple, of course, but one can't help but wonder how the place came about acquiring that particular moniker.