[On top of, under, and around Bertie's desk, an odd structure has taken shape. Pencils are stuck into erasers and arranged in delicate bridge frames, with buttresses of printer cartridges and soaring turrets of coffee stir-sticks, here and there dotted with sticky notes, memo forms, and whatnot folded into interesting shapes and attached with ( Read more... )

{Bertie, sounding extremely embarrassed.]

Er. Funny sort of thing, I-- during that last curse, I seem to have-- well, chewed up my sword rather. Why do they make the bally things out of wood, anyway?

Well, B. Wooster can recognize a sign when it comes. Suppose I'll filter back into town proper, then, such as it- ouch- is ( Read more... )

[Faint, woodeny gnawing sounds can be heard.]

I say, I've never crossed paths with such a tasty stick!

[Video feed cuts in on the interior (such as it is) of a jury-rigged lean-to somewhere around the foot of the mountains. There's just enough space for someone to practice a kenjutsu kata, which is exactly what Bertie is doing. He's managed to find a pair of hakama somewhere, albeit green and pinstriped, and has tied his growing-out hair out of his ( Read more... )

[Bertie's back in his teepee, looking fully recovered and back to his usual cheerful self. He's wearing the snazzy hat Ashura gave him, along with a new suit and a brightly-colored scarf. With a slightly sheepish grin, he waves at the camera.Hello again, chaps! I feel a bit embarrassed, don't you know, what with first missing Christmas and then ( Read more... )

[Bertie is... somewhere in the forest, wrapped up in the remains of his blanket from the winter wonderland curse. He peers unsteadily at the camera, and when he speaks it's obvious he's trying not to let his voice sound shaky.Oh-- er-- hello, chaps, I seem to be in a spot of trouble. You see, I intended to find some Christmas presents after I got ( Read more... )

[Bertie is sitting in his igloo, wrapped up in a blanket cocoon and looking extremely cold.Well, chaps, as long as I'm back, I may as well not be a gloomy-Gus about it. I mean to say, I haven't seen snow like this since I was a tiny child. Or so Aunt Dahlia reliably informs me, myself being too young at the time to recall it ( Read more... )

[It's the middle of the night, but there's enough light from the moon and stars to see the debris washing up with the high tide. The tangled mass of canvas sprawled on the sand is fading from blue to a natural washed-out color, as are the broken bits of wood coming in with the waves. The next wave deposits an incredibly battered straw hat, and the ( Read more... )

[Bertie is just leaning back from turning on the video feed. He's got his battered straw hat, the one he arrived with, but nothing else with him. Visible just behind him is a fairly sturdy raft, but with a strange sail rig-up attached-- beyond that, the ocean. He takes a deep breath.Well... this is it. I'm taking off ( Read more... )

( Private to self | lol ttly hackable )