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[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter stumbles down to the bar, yawning, stretching, and looking sleepy; he is barefoot, wearing mauve silk pyjamas and tying the belt on his tassled dressing-gown. He still looks utterly sleek, as though he has just stepped out for an evening at the theatre.

Bunter, I say, I did want to be woken a bit before the shine was completely worn off the --

He is not in his drawing-room. Realisation dawns.

Now look here, I was sure I had a brandy and spoke to a lovely young woman and then went home, what's this all about?

Finding no answer, Peter goes to the bar and unabashedly sits down.

Barman....Barman?

Peter sighs, and looks up and down the length of the room, taking in the familiar bottles and glasses and the unfamiliar machines of various sorts behind the bar.

Is it serve-yourself in this place, then? I don't mind makin' my own coffee, but a chap likes to know.

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[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

Actually, you just ask the bar for anything and put your money down. It's a very nice bar, and extremely well-stocked.

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

I ask the bar?

He looks down at the bar.

What, is there a wireless inside?
I'm afraid I'm short of cash, old man...don't usually carry fivers in my sleepclothes, and all that.

[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

*grins* No, nothing like that, it's been magicked by the barkeeper. He's a wizard, apparently.

Oh, here! It's on me. *pulls out a few coins and puts them down*

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

*wanders in looking rather more cheerful than usual*

Making your own coffee may be wise. Unless your name is Dave. Or you want it to be.

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Can't say that I've ever been called Dave. Where's the percolater, then?

He clears the bar with easy, boyish grace, and begins tinkering around behind it.

My name is Lord Peter Wimsey, and you are...?

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

Percolater?
I don't know.
What might a percolater be?
a trick of coffee makery?
but continue the hunt for the percolater,
I'm sure you will find it, sooner or later.

I'm Lord Golden. Most people call me Fool.

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

A delighted laugh for the rhyme.

Most people call me Fool, too, though not to my face. Is there one you prefer? Equality among lords, an' all.

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*watches the going-on, amused in a cranky sort of early-morning way, from where he's hunched over a cup of coffee smoking a cigarette determinedly.*

Figures that round here even the coffee maker'd have an identity crisis of its very own.

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter catches the eye of another apparent late-riser, and casts a vaguely hungry look at his cigarette.

I say, I don't suppose you'd share a smoke, would you? I'm all at odds. I can pay you back if I ever locate my wallet, home, or valet again.

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*fumbles in his pocket and tosses a pack of cigarettes at Peter.*

'S all right. Like to take pity on a newcomer now and then. And you look like the sort who's very new to this sort of thing indeed.

'M Hob Gadling. And you're a toff. I can tell.

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter catches the pack, looks at it amusedly, extracts one, and lights it with some matches sitting on the bar.

On the Patrician nose, one in a long line of toffs, I'm afraid.

He passes the pack back and savours the cigarette.

That does help a man assemble his thoughts, and I thank you kindly. Wimsey's my name, as in Lord Peter and not Duke Denver.

He offers his hand and a friendly smile.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

M'Lord Wimsey! You're back.

Oh what a beautiful mornin', oh what a beautiful day. I've got a beautiful feeling, everything's going my way...

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Euterpe, my lady

He bows deeply and kisses her hand.

You do sing wonderful well. Is that a new tune? I haven't heard it in England yet.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Not terribly, but it's fun. It's not really surprising you haven't heard it, I suppose, it's a musical theatre bit...

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

And I thought I knew all the music from London to Rome. You have astounded me, madam.

Speaking of which, would you mind tellin' an old acquaintance where precisely we are? Is it far to London from here?

[ ooc: I'm playing Peter ignorant of Oklahoma as I think it's 1930s-40s and for him it's barely 1925 or so. Am I incorrect?]

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter wanders into the bar and places a few Galleons on the bar. "Buttered toast, scrambled eggs, stewed tomatoes. And a pot of Earl Grey, please."

He turns to the others in the bar. "Hello, Akane. Fool! Good to see you again! Hello, Hob. Good day, Lady Tere." He stops as he realises that he doesn't know the tall, elegant blond man in front of him. "I'm afraid I haven't had the honour of meeting you yet. I'm Peter Pettigrew."

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Good morning, master wizard.


Good mornin', good mornin', we talked the whole night through good mornin', good mornin' to you

[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

Hi Peter, how're you this morning? Excited about the picnic?

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter grins. "Definitely. And you know the nicest thing? There won't be any biting insects out by the lake. No mosquitoes or gnats, or ants getting into the food. That's what I call a good picnic.

"How about you, Akane? Looking forward to it?"

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Lord Peter stares openly as the food Pettigrew ordered appears out of thin air. He spends several seconds examining the countertop, looking for spring-levers, and knocking on the wood before he replies.

Wimsey. My name's Wimsey, Lord Peter Wimsey.

Slightly distracted.

How the deuce....?

[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, I haven't been to a proper picnic in years. *grins back*

Really? That's terrific! After all, nothing spoils lunch like having your food or your skin attacked by a swarm of insects. It can put you off eating for awhile.

[veryvorkosigan]

[OOC: Can I just say? You're doing a bloody fantastic job writing Lord Peter's voice. Kudos.]

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

[ ooc: Thank you! It's fun watching him stumble around blindly for a bit. ]

[batyatoon]

[OOC: It really is. Btw, is this Lord Peter pre- or post-Harriet Vane? Hrm ... given that the first person to come to his mind is Bunter, I'd guess pre-, but it's a guess.]

[batyatoon]

[er. veryvorkosigan's player, here. forgot to log out and back in.]