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Lady Gwendolyn Linley (lady_gwendolyn) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-05-10 17:25:00

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Lady Gwendolyn's Political Salon
Subject: A Whig Salon
Where: Lady Gwendolyn's salon in Mayfair
Who: Lady Gwendolyn Linley, Fox and Burke as NPCs to set the scene
Warnings: None
Open to: All

As always, the doors to her salon were open to anyone who could convince the footman to let them in. Lady Gwendolyn glided from group to group, serving up smiles and coffee, but always returning to the main group in the center of the salon. That group, comprised of the more influential Whig politicians, had been debating England's response to the French Revolution for the past ten minutes and had not agreed on anything but the excellence of Lady Gwendolyn's tea cakes.

"It is the greatest thing to happen this century," Fox argued. Charles Fox, the leader of the Whig opposition, was a great, shaggy bear of a man, who had stopped paying attention to his personal hygiene years ago. "It is the greatest thing to happen to Europe! How can we, the people's party, fail to support it and recognize it?"

"Because it has gone too far," exclaimed Burke in evident exasperation. Though also a Whig, he was a more outspoken critic of the French Revolution than any of the Tory majority in the House of Commons. "It may once have been about liverty, but look at France now! They have dismantled their entire society and anarchy springs up in its place!"

Lady Gwendolyn drifted away from the main group as the footman opened the door. Charming Smile Number One, Curtsy Number Three- "Welcome to my salon."

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social_climber
2008-05-10 04:59 pm UTC (link)

Harry returned her smile with one of his own, and a bow. "Lady Linley. Forgive me lateness, I am afraid there was a matter of some urgency..." He said, before he glanced around at those present inside the room, most deep in loud discussion.

His eyes shifted back to her, another grin flickering onto his face, and his voice drops low, leaning to breath his next words close to her ear, "Mr Fox, my lady, is known in some circles for a serious of unwise investments in the Americas. Failed sugar plantations, as I remember." He leans away, wiping the smile from his face, looking serious once more. "Thank you again for inviting me."

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lady_gwendolyn
2008-05-10 11:07 pm UTC (link)

She almost shivered as Mr. Fisher leaned closer to her, his breath stirring the tendrils of hair around her ear. The man knew what he was doing. She had to give him credit for that.

"I entirely forgive your tardiness in light of such delightful news," Lady Gwendolyn replied, honestly smiling at him. "I had no idea Fox was involved with sugar plantations. After all that fuss about boycotting sugar to end the slave trade too...." She held out a hand to him. "Come now, Mr. Fisher, I should thank you for accepting my invitation. Would you care for coffee, tea, or something stronger?"

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social_climber
2008-05-11 04:05 am UTC (link)

"Very few people are aware, my dear lady, only those of us who were directly involved in managing his funds." He says, shrugging, nodding his head at the man in question when Fox turned to look for his hostess. And Harry couldn't resist a smile as the man blanched, and then quickly turned his head back to the conversation.

He smiled, taking her hand, "A cup of tea would be wonderful, Lady Linley. It is a little too early in the day for another else. But I will admit that those cakes do look delicious..."

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lady_gwendolyn
2008-05-11 09:04 am UTC (link)

Lady Gwendolyn was beginning to grow quite exasperated at herself for her now marked inability to tell just what sort of business Mr. Fisher ran. It was obviously rather shady, but the line about managing his funds... was he in the East India Company? That would be a very viable way for him to know her father.

She seated him at a table behind the still-shaken Fox and gestured at a servant to bring a tea service. "How do you take your tea, Mr. Fisher?" Lady Gwendolyn asked, sitting across from him.

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	social_climber 2008-05-11 09:09 am UTC (link)
	Harry couldn't resist. He was still sat in hearing distance to the old politician, and it was the perfect opportunity. "My dear Lady Linley, I only take my tea with sugar." There was a visible flinch of Fox's shoulders, but he, wisely, did not turn around. Harry, meanwhile, could not surprise the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	miss_emilie_ash 2008-05-10 10:43 pm UTC (link)
	Emilie arrived right when she had told Gwendolyn she would. She looked stunning in celedon green silk, carrying a mahogany tea chest filled to the top with green tea her father had just brought into the country. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	miss_emilie_ash 2008-05-11 08:45 am UTC (link)
	"The chest is for you, my dear."Emilie replied, offering the chest and it's small, shiny, brass key to her friend. She looked around casually, then said, in a near whisper, "Oh, your cook has outdone himself, Gwendolyn! And your company is, as always, immensely interesting!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)