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Post by Basil on Jun 3, 2009 16:33:53 GMT -5
<<Basil has the flu. Not the Swine Flu, just the regular flu. If anyone would like to catch it, come on over.>>
Basil trudged along the path, feeling absolutely dreadful. He was plainly ill, with a headache, cough and congested sinuses. He was feverish as well, making him overheated and chilled at the same time.
But the detective's method of combatting illness was denial. If one refused to admit it, one was not actually sick.
Therefore, instead of lying in bed all day, the mouse roused himself for a day of sightseeing. Because he was certain he was most emphatically NOT sick.
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Post by Prince Ferdinand on Jun 7, 2009 7:27:42 GMT -5
Ferdinand was enjoying a leisurely ride through the park, looking quite dignified atop his magnificent steed. Kaiser (for that was the horse's name) trotted slowly and steadily down the path, his eyes partly closed. As the Prince came about midway, he spotted something small in the distance. It appeared to be an animal of some sort, dressed like a human being. He found it odd that an animal could walk like a human, much less dress like one, but as he drew nearer, his surprise turned into concern.
The creature was a mouse, and more so, was staggering about in a feverish daze. Ferdinand's heart went out to the poor creature, causing him to stop Kaiser immediately. Dismounting, the boy followed after the mouse. "Sir! Are you alright?" he asked, seeing the awful condition it was in. It needed medical attention right away, whether it wanted it or not.
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Post by Basil on Jun 7, 2009 15:08:57 GMT -5
Basil heard the sound of hooves somewhere behind him. How odd...there were no horse-drawn carriages in this park.
He turned at the voice that inquired after his health.
There stood a young human in rich apparel. He had the sensitive, expressive face that denoted an artistic temperment and the melodious voice of a singer. His horse stood patiently nearby.
"I am quite well, thank you, sir. Or ought I to say, 'sire'? Your carriage is that of a royal, though you look rather young for a king. A prince, perhaps?"
Sick or not, Basil's skills of observation had not deserted him.
Noting the look of concern on the other's face, the mouse continued with an appropriate bow, "Basil of Baker Street here, at your service. I am only taking a constitutional," here he coughed for a bit into his handkerchief, "But thank you for your concern."
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Post by Megara on Jun 9, 2009 6:23:34 GMT -5
After a lengthy absence from the park, Meg had been reaquainting herself with it, in the hope of finding some of her friends along the way. The Animal Kingdom was not somewhere she particularly liked, seeing as she wasn't fond of animals, but a select few were fine. Meandering absentmindedly down the path, she was about to turn and head back to the main park, when she heard a small cough. It wasn't a healthy sounding cough (when are they healthy) but it belonged to a voice that she recognised.
It didn't take her long, only a walk round the corner. It was indeed Basil, and a man wearing fine clothes, and a horse. Meg eyed the beast, not fond of anything high up, but it seemed quite docile. She edged round the grey horse, before bending down slightly to see Basil. Basil, how nice to see you again. I won't say you are looking well, but, you really should see a doctor. She said with a half grin.
Meg turned to look at the owner of the horse, yes, definitely a prince. She slid him a catlike grin, sticking out her hand as a friendly gesture. I'm Megara, or just Meg, and you would be? She said, half glancing at the mouse for any clues as to who this man was. |
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Post by Basil on Jun 9, 2009 18:38:52 GMT -5
<<Ah, Meg--welcome, welcome!>>
A familiar figure sidled up the path.
"Miss Megara," he acknowledged with a tip of his hat.
Although he knew the lady only slightly, Basil was curious to learn her history; the fact that it in some way involved that villain Hades piqued the detective's interest even as it aroused his suspicions.
Ha! He brushed aside the suggestion with a cavalier "Not at all," though it was rendered somewhat less convincing by another coughing fit. At this rate, he would soon run out of handkerchiefs.
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