Harry Percy, Hotspur of the North (
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milliways_bar2012-11-28 10:53 am
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[OOM: Practice talking to girls]
Trapped. That's what Harry's been these many weeks past, and of his own doing too -- that's not to be denied. The more he must smile and bow and expend his manners, the more he wishes for a horse and a sword and a Scottish border raid. When a door in Philippa de Coucy's house opens into Milliways instead of yet another solar full of nursemaids and noble daughters, to say his relief is palpable is only to concede to the limits of language.
So, though his hair is combed and he's trussed up in his finest visiting suit, it's a pretty good time to meet young Harry Percy. He's making a beeline for the Bar, intent on trying some new food or drink that's beyond the scope of his era. Go on. Ask him how his quest for a wife is going.
11 PM CST Oh no, guys! You're wonderful; I have to go to sleep. Will tag up tomorrow!
Trapped. That's what Harry's been these many weeks past, and of his own doing too -- that's not to be denied. The more he must smile and bow and expend his manners, the more he wishes for a horse and a sword and a Scottish border raid. When a door in Philippa de Coucy's house opens into Milliways instead of yet another solar full of nursemaids and noble daughters, to say his relief is palpable is only to concede to the limits of language.
So, though his hair is combed and he's trussed up in his finest visiting suit, it's a pretty good time to meet young Harry Percy. He's making a beeline for the Bar, intent on trying some new food or drink that's beyond the scope of his era. Go on. Ask him how his quest for a wife is going.
11 PM CST Oh no, guys! You're wonderful; I have to go to sleep. Will tag up tomorrow!
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Harry's eyes light up.
"We must go. You must show me." He stands up. "Finish that and let's away."
He might be trolling.
He's probably not.
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When exactly did Tommy become a Milliways tourist guide? Right now, it seems.
Blink.
"Um. Okay. Sure, why not?"
He gulps the last of his coffee down before offering him a hand to shake.
"I'm Tommy, by the way. Tommy Gavin."
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"Harry Percy. Give me but a minute, I'll get no joy of it in this foppery." He rests a hand on the counter. "My lady?"
A neatly folded set of clothes appears -- leather pants, a shirt and a leather jacket, all of which seem familiar to Harry, who beams. A pair of boots appears a moment later. Harry nods to Tommy. "I'll return anon. Stay here."
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"No problem, I'll be right here."
Well. This should be an interesting outing. Not exactly how he expected to spend his time here, but it's not like he has anything better to do.
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