weekly drabble challenge
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1) A drabble is, by definition, a 100-word story therefore all responses should be 100 words exactly, no exceptions.
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Gossip
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Date: 2012-10-14 05:20 pm (UTC)Jeeves looked up. “Paul, are you certain?”
“I felt …if there is any chance,” Seppings looked to Anatole, fussing over their midnight supper.
“Mr. Glossop say. He is drunk.”
“Mrs. Travers wishes Mr. Wooster to marry Miss Travers?”
“They get on well.”
“I see,” said Jeeves. At 4, Mr. Wooster rang.
“Jeeves, we must hie.”
“Sir?”
“The aged r … Please.”
They left well before dawn.
“Sir, may I ask?”
“I heard something.”
“Sir?”
“I can’t give you up. I won’t.”
“Sir?”
“Dash it, Jeeves, stop sirring.”
“I’ll protect you, beloved.”
“We’ll get home and snuggle, then?”
“With great pleasure.”
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Date: 2012-10-18 03:46 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-10-15 06:16 am (UTC)“Early shopping, Mr. Jeeves?” The white-aproned woman smiled as she set the fresh pastries into their display shelf.
“A larger than expected breakfast.” Reginald Jeeves returned the greeting. His free hand pointed out two of the frosted sweet rolls. “Mr. Wooster attended the theatre last night and… Miss Merritt is quite the charming ingénue.”
The baker’s hand went to her own mouth. “You don’t say.”
“Of course not.” Jeeves made his back as stiff as his voice. “I would never carry tales about my employer.”
Nodding her approbation. The woman went back to wrapping her pastries. “Quite proper, Mr. Jeeves.”
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Date: 2012-10-15 06:17 am (UTC)“Ah. Mrs. Loveystock.” Jeeves greeted the flower peddler, who in the thin light of dawn stood sorting her stock basket. “Might you have a dozen roses?”
“Roses, eh? She squinted over her armload of fern.
“Red, if you please. Or pink.”
“Not wearing that, I’d wager.” She grinned. “Lady friend?”
“For my employer.” Jeeve’s glare would have stifled a dowager.
“Oh! A LADY lady.” The old Cockney was built of sterner stuff. “Not come seven a.m. and he sends you for roses? Lad’s been lucky.”
“It is not my place to comment. Nor yours.”
“Mum as the grave, that’s me.”
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Date: 2012-10-15 06:17 am (UTC)“Mr. Trent?” Jeeves paused at the open door of the tailor shop.
“Not yet open, but?” The man raised an eyebrow in query.
“If I might check your … other stock?”
Working in an alley off Berkley square, the tailor also carried gently used clothing. He did a brisk business with the servants and on occasion an indirect one with their employers.
“Please yourself.”
Jeeves quickly picked a pink day dress from the rack. “This? On Mr. Wooster’s account.”
“Plus a garment bag for her evening gown?”
Jeeves accepted the package. “I’d rather not say.”
“No need to, Mr. Jeeves.”
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Date: 2012-10-15 06:18 am (UTC)“Morning Mr. Jeeves. Need some help?”
Jeeves checked over both shoulders before resting his burdens onto the package table. “You might take a brief stroll while… no one leaves the building.”
The doorman’s smile grew teeth. “No one is it?”
Jeeves produced a coin. “No one.”
Five minutes later the doorman strolled up with comical nonchalance. “Quite the sheik, Mr. Wooster is. Girls overnight. A man could get a name.”
“You saw no… female visitor.”
“Right ho. Didn’t see a thing.”
Jeeves nodded approvingly. “I know I can trust your discretion.”
“They’ll never hear a word of it from me.”
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Date: 2012-10-15 06:19 am (UTC)“Good morning Reggie.” Bertram Wilberforce Wooster smiled at the vision of his man glowing in the morning light. “I’d wondered where you’d scampered off to so early.”
“Necessary errands,” Jeeves answered softly. Sitting on the bed, he passed over the heavy tray. Fresh tea nestled between roses and pastries.
“For me?” Bertie’s smile was brighter than the morning.
“Always, Bertram.” Jeeves thought back on the tasks of the morning, both those his young lover knew of and those he never would. Leaning down, he placed a tender kiss on the rumpled blond curls. “Everything I do, it’s always for you.”
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Date: 2012-10-17 02:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-17 03:46 am (UTC)I rather wondered if people would get it... but yes - If Bertie is a clever womanizer ( or just rather a charming letch) and Jeeves is the long-suffering but clearly-not-jealous enabler then clearly - CLEARLY - any and all other rumors that might start around are vicious libel.
(I was actually inspired by some of the 'defenses' of the time, many of which came down to 'but I'm his girlfriend' or even
'but he's been seen with women' - and which evidently (Pun very much intended!) persuaded the juries of the day.
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Date: 2012-10-18 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-11-20 05:17 am (UTC)(Alas, mine will seem a poor copy of yours, but I had no idea what you'd written till I came here to read and then post.)
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Date: 2012-11-20 05:23 am (UTC)Looking forward with great hope and anticipation to anything and everything you write - because it's always creative and wonderful. (And most of all - it's JOOSTER!~!!!) *grin*
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Date: 2012-11-20 05:54 am (UTC)Thanks for the lovely!
And, yes! Jooster! \o/
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Date: 2012-10-15 08:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-18 04:23 pm (UTC)The recent events involving the theft of the Junior Ganymede Club Book had served to convince me that despite my respect for the rules of my club, prudence and compassion demanded I remove the eighteen pages I had written on the subject of Mr Wooster.
I allowed myself a smile at the remembrance of his pleased gratitude as I revealed my work and his genuine warmth as he returned my wish that I might serve him indefinitely.
Removing the eighteen pages, however, was not the greatest act I performed for his benefit, nor was it the first time I had defaced that book .
Prior to entering his employment, I had consulted the one page that then existed on the subject of Mr Wooster. The entry was promising, but a particular piece of information leapt at me from the page. Upon joining his household, I again consulted the book, for information on how to best manage my master. It was a great calamity when the coffee I had been imbibing spilt, despoiling the page and causing the ink to become illegible, and certain observations on Mr Wooster to be lost from the book.
Now, however, those observations gave me hope.
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Date: 2012-10-19 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-11-20 05:21 am (UTC)“Heard an entertaining bit of gossip today, old fruit,” Bertie announced jovially as Jeeves delivered the evening splash.
“Gossip, sir?” Jeeves prompted as Bertie tossed back a swallow.
A merry glint sparkled the Wooster eyes. “Yes. Seems a certain bachelor with bad luck at engagements may be pursuing two different girls at the same time.”
Brows high, Jeeves’ eyes widened as he spoke in hushed, scandalised tones, “Really, sir?”
“Sound familiar, Jeeves?” Bertie asked, leaning closer.
“I couldn’t say,” murmured Jeeves demurely.
“Au contraire, mon amour, appears you already did,” teased Bertie, kissing his man with gentle thoroughness. “Excellent work.”
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Date: 2012-11-21 12:09 am (UTC)...priceless... I can just picture the downcast eyes...