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[what_ho_jeeves]

[FAIL!private to the Admiral. ie--not private at all]

Excuse me, Admiral fellow, if you could do a chap a favour, I'd like to trade in my current Warden Item for a new one. I'd like my new Warden Item to be a valet, tall, dark-haired, goes by the name of "Reginald Jeeves." I'm sure he'd do a corking job keeping me informed of my inmate-to-be's activities, as he's always kept me informed of dashed near everything that one could possibly need to be informed about. In fact, he's the most informed bird I know. "Informed" is just the word to describe him.

And I'd be bally grateful if you could make the replacement quickly. I've a yearning for a spot of tea, you see, and the kettle's a bit tricky.

Comments

[Private]

[collector]

[Really, he's just doing this as a test of whether or not Bertie has any notion of how to make the private function, well, function, really. Two strikes and all that.]

I could take a look at it, if I knew where your room was.

Re: Later

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[Don't laugh, don't laugh.] I feel we may have to view it as a refusal.

Re: Later

[what_ho_jeeves]

Rather rude of the Admiral not to just say so. Leaving a man waiting in anticipation, what sort of responsible naval commander does that?

That's...almost like having a valet.

[what_ho_jeeves]

Of course not! No one owns Jeeves. He's my employee. He tells me I give him more than adequate remuneration for his services. [Jeeves is in charge of paying most of Bertie's bills, too, so Bertie has no idea how much he pays Jeeves. But he assumes that it's a fair wage.]

sssh. don't tell people. o'brien's playing working class hero here. :/

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

So you're just some dim, ruling class, capitalist scum who needs a man who actually knows how the real world works around? And thinks he can order him on demand?

What high quality wardens this place picks up, comrade.

Not Private

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie squints at the sign that Brax's message is PRIVATE, and gingerly presses a few buttons.]

P S +

[And gives up.]

That'd be awfully chummy of you. My room is...dash it all, I'm not sure where my room it.

[what_ho_jeeves]

[He's not quite sure what you're getting at here, but it sounds good enough.]

Er...yes?

[what_ho_jeeves]

I am not dim!

You sound like one of those Red Dawn fellows. "Comrade" this and "comrade" that. Next you'll be spouting off about needing to massacre the bourgeoisie and disembowel the aristocracy or some rot like that. I know how this goes; my friend Bingo was a communist for a few days.

[collector]

[Sighhhhhhhh. IF UNA HADN'T SCOLDED HIM...]

Walk out of your room with your communicator. I imagine I can work it out from the doors around yours.

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

...Oh, comrade.

Comrade, comrade, comrade. I'm much more than that. Much more.

What year is it?

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

You are completely and utterly reprehensible.

[what_ho_jeeves]

Well, yes, that's worth a try. I was about to suggest that myself. [Really!]

[And he walks out the door...]

This bit doesn't look at all like Berkeley Mansions.

[...and points the communicator around. The room is Level 8 Cabin 3.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

More than a Red Dawn communist? Are you an MP?

It's nineteen twenty [mumble mumble Wodehouse is so nonsensical with dates but somewhere between 1925 and 1930ish.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

[You've hurt Bertie's feelings...]

That's a bit much. I just want my valet.

Say, you aren't another one of those Red Dawn communists are you?

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

I don't even know what that means. You want your valet to be your item, because you consider him a thing.

...o'brien's just having FUN.

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

You're pre-revolution.

Well, soon, comrade, your country will undergo a revolution. It will lead it to Ingsoc, English Socialism - the purest doctrine mankind has ever invented. The Party will rule Oceania - the Americas, Britain, Australasia. It is nominally communist, comrade, but shall have ultimate power. And will crush petty little capitalists like you.

[what_ho_jeeves]

It means you irrationally don't like the bourgeoisie or aristocracy.

I don't want Jeeves because I think he's a thing, I want Jeeves because he's the only person able to keep the Wooster corpus out of the soup.

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

I don't like anyone who sees themselves as better than others due to circumstances of birth regardless of class.

And...what?

It's like the intellectual equivalent of a tiger playing with a mouse before eating it.

[what_ho_jeeves]

You don't happen to march about the countryside declaiming the dissoluteness of modern society and the quality of British knees, do you?

[You are reminding him of Roderick Spode...only communist.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

Jeeves. Pulls me out of the soup. Saves my bacon.

totally. :D

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

...No, comrade.

Who does that?

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

...do you often have such difficulties eating?

[what_ho_jeeves]

Roderick Spode, Lord Sidcup now, amateur dictator. He runs a group called the Blackshorts and threatens to mash people into jelly. Bally nuisance if you ask me.

[what_ho_jeeves]

Not usually, no.

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

...He sounds like a totalitarian. And not a very good one.

Oh, we're better than them, comrade.