.001 [Accidental Video...eventually]

[helpmejeeves]

[Voice]

--at ho? [sound of communicator falling down and shutting off.]

[Text]

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[Video]

...blasted thing come with instructions.

[Lo! The whatsitsthingy is blinking! This might be a good sign. Or this might be like the half-dozen other times that he thought it was working when

Comments

[alzarian_youth]

You could think of this as television if something starting with tele would comfort you.

[helpmejeeves]

Tele...vision? [He's a few decades too early to understand what that is.]

Is that like a telegram you see?

[alzarian_youth]

Well, in this case I suppose it is. Normally it shows specific programs, but in this case they're used like communicators...or telegrams.

[helpmejeeves]

Programs? Like what you get at a thingy...a play?

[He's picturing people sending telegrams of play programs to each other and he doesn't Get It.]

{Video}

[so_meretricious]

{Technological issues? Holmes feels a kinship already.}

The starry vista does, at least, provide a stunning and provoking view.

{Video}

[helpmejeeves]

Indeed it does. It calls to mind that ditty...between two worlds life hovers like a star...something something...upon the horizon's...whatsit.

{Video}

[so_meretricious]

'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.' Apt, I suppose, though I confess myself not an admirer of Byron.

{Video}

[helpmejeeves]

That's the chap! I say, you must eat quite nearly as much fish as Jeeves, Mr...what was your name?

(reposted - my attempt at a joke might have come of wrong -- sorry)

[young_idealist]

[Armand is dressed in his normal clothes--very 18th century--most from Earth don't mistake his French accent.]

Are you doing better now, monsieur? Did you say Wooster? [His way of saying 'Wooster' is kind of hard to describe and very off.]

(No worries. Airhead is a very accurate description.)

[helpmejeeves]

[Like most upper class English gentlemen, he was forced to learn French in school. He's not very good at it, since he spent most of his time in school staring vacantly out a window or getting pranked by other boys, but he remembers a phrase or two.]

Oui, monsieur, Bertram Wilberforce Wooster, but most people call me Bertie. No hard feelings about Agincourt, I hope?

[And because that is odd clothing...]

Is there a fancy dress party going on?

[video] (I just re-read it and thought, eh, best not... thanks)

[young_idealist]

[Armand conceals a small giggle behind his hand.]

None at all. I have great reason to be grateful to your nation and your countrymen. When I am not here, I live in exile rather near Richmond.

Armand St. Just. If you wish to call me Armand, I don't mind. Many here do. Monsieur Wooster seems a bit harder to say than most English names. I hope you don't think I'm too familiar to call you Bertie.

[He glances down to his clothes, and seems to understand the question only after thinking a moment.]

Oh. No. I am hardly the strangest dressed her. It is only the fashion of my time.

[video]

[helpmejeeves]

Richmond, really! I live just north-east in Westminster.

Armand it shall be, and by all means you shall call me Bertie. [They have spoken, Armand is around his age, and has not confused him with Future Technology, so as far as Bertie is concerned, they are now friends for life to go with his other 97,348 friends for life.]

Your time...there are people from other times here? [Somehow not even seein Data's brain wired-for-electricity managed to clue him in to this fact.]