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Camp
camping
camper
campy
camp grounds
and all things pertaining thereto and emanating therefrom and whatnot
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Date: 2012-07-14 02:43 am (UTC)“I say, Jeeves?”
“Might I inquire why you are in that tree, sir?”
“I thought I saw a bear, Jeeves. Great bally hairy fellow bristling with huge, spiky teeth, roaring and whatnot.”
“I believe the animal in question is Rollo, sir.”
“Rollo? What is a Rollo?”
“Rollo is a dachshund, sir.”
“Then what is that there behind you eating our heather mixture lounge, Jeeves?”
“I stand corrected, sir.”
“You climbed remarkably quickly.”
“It seemed the wisest course of action, sir.”
“You have a firm hold on the willowy form, Jeeves.”
“I apologize, sir.”
“No apologies are necessary, Jeeves.”
“Thank-you, sir.”
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Date: 2012-07-14 08:57 pm (UTC)Bertie stood, hands on hips, hair mussed, in rumpled flannel pyjamas with tiny majestic stags. Expression sleepily stroppy, Bertie watched Jeeves route several feisty raccoons from the tent. The human defender in dressing gown, dark blue pyjamas, unlaced boots, and bearing a camp shovel; the animal faction in fur, armed with claws and teeth, along with shrill chittering.
Finally, bigger and more determined, Jeeves proved too intimidating and the raccoons scampered off into the nearby undergrowth.
“That’s it, old thing. This camping wheeze isn’t what I expected. Abandon base camp, my man, we’re off to the lodge.”
“Bless you, sir!”
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Date: 2012-07-14 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-15 02:24 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 2012-07-15 02:24 am (UTC)*grin*
Thankee for the commenty goodness!
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Date: 2012-07-15 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-15 11:37 pm (UTC)(inspired by the stag pajamas in the above drabble by random nexus)
“No, sir! Pink flamingoes are not an appropriate embellishment for gentleman’s golf trousers.”
“Dash it, Jeeves! They are so fruity. Don’t give me that soupy look. I never get to wear anything this fruity.”
“Never, sir?”
“No, never.”
“Then, sir, you believe that the silk paisley trousers with the gold cording embellishments are not equally ‘fruity’?”
“Er.”
“What of our semi-transparent azure ombre caftan, sir?”
“Er.”
“Or our fushia feather boa, sir?”
“But, Jeeves, I never wear those outside the flat.”
“Indeed, sir.”
“Very well. May I keep the pajama trousers printed with gnomes?”
“A very sound choice, sir.”
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Date: 2012-07-17 08:08 pm (UTC)Looking back, I could see that I had been wrong to refuse my man’s offer of a map, but I had been determined to prove to Jeeves that this Wooster was capable at this navigation business. Now, on a rapidly darkening, narrow road somewhere in the wilds of Canada (Jeeves had wanted to fish), I could see the error of my ways.
I peered into the murk as I inched the automobile forward. Jeeves gave a polite cough.
“Perhaps, sir, it would be safer to pull off the road for the night.”
“What, and camp here?” Dubiously, I pulled over, under the trees. “I don’t know about this, Jeeves. We’ll freeze for one, and be eaten alive for another.” To prove my point, I batted at the swarm of mosquitoes that had formed around the Wooster corpus.
“I believe, sir, that if we were to raise the canopy, we could pass the evening in relative comfort.”
“And if I press the self-starter in my sleep, Jeeves? What then?”
“Perhaps the backseat would be a wiser locale for sleeping, sir.”
I eyed the small space. We would certainly have to get cozy. Suddenly, I could see the merits of Jeeves’s plan.
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Date: 2012-07-17 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-17 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-23 05:25 am (UTC)To say that my new pal was a bit fruity would be to put the thing mildly. Francisco de la Dorado Mariposa was a young lad from Spain, visiting his uncle thrice removed or some such thing. He was somehow distantly related to Nelson Cork from the Drones.
I distinctly remember the first day he sat in my sitting room, a fag balanced delicately on his lower lip, legs crossed demurely in salmon trousers tipped with golden slippers, telling me about the demerits of English musical theatre entertainment.
Jeeves glided in, took a whiff, and promptly fainted on the divan.
(Sorry, had to take this tack... it was irresistible. Quite like writing these little drabbles. I believe I might be hooked....!)
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Date: 2012-07-23 06:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-07-25 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-07-26 06:22 am (UTC)Oh, this is just adorkable fun!
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Date: 2012-07-26 06:24 am (UTC);D
Heeee! I am grinning hugely!
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Date: 2012-07-26 06:27 am (UTC)OMG! Someone get the smelling salts!
This made me incredibly amused and smilish, old fruit.
Well done!
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Date: 2012-07-26 10:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-27 01:44 am (UTC)\o/
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Date: 2012-07-28 12:02 am (UTC)