best swordsman in France [such a shame we're in England]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[there is a pile of pillows, carpets (a fair few Persian due to his most recent adventure), blankets and drapery beside the Master, who is standing just outside of the Fortress of Awesome self made. One might assume that the Master was in the process of taking the various furnishings into the Fortress, and one would be right. Indeed, half of them are inside the Fortress.

Sadly, the Master got distracted by trying to balance the tip of a sword on his finger, and has now completely forsaken his project for the sake of practicing his fencing]

What this place really needs, right now, is a United Parcel Service. Not the Royal Mail; I don't trust them. But the UPS is predictably awful and that's... dull.

Scratch that, then! We need the Royal Mail!

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Of course I'm not, but it's polite to say it. You don't have a room. We just have lots and lots of rooms which you might stay in.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Sits down primly, curls her tail around her feet, and says,] Please, Master, can I have a room?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[blinks this icon just for you]

That was very well done.

So of course you may!

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Bounces and attacks his foot. EEEEEEE |D]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[tries to remove her from foot for carrying-inside purposes]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Allows herself to be removed!] Are we off to see the wizard?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Do ignore the man behind the curtain!

[carries Cy inside the FORTRESS OF AWESOME]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[WOO FORTRESS OF AWESOME. She squirms every which-way trying to get a better look at things.] Where's the pool, Archelaus?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

A few halls down.