The League of Ordinary Gentlemen

[Søren]

*enters*
Good evening, how do you all do?

[Hickory]

Very well, and you?

Croquet is now ready to play, I'll be heading out there now, please join me, if you will.

[Blaggut]

No cigars?! I think they are fine, but I shall never smoke a "cigarette". *returns his poker cards to his pocket, and pulls out a Cuban Royal Imported Really Really Expensive(TM) Cigar.

Magic The Gathering? Fine new game from our American Colony counterpart. Not many gents own them. *Pulls out a wooden deck box engraved with fine drawings signifying a Blue/Green deck*

[Cornflower MM]

*Enters room wearing blue jeans and a dance t-shirt* Hey, The League of Ordinary Gentlemen?

No slang here, milady.

Too bad. I'll use slang if I want to!

[LT Sandpaw]

*Enters with military dress uniform on with a gleaming ornamental saber in his belt* Evening good sirs, I saw your sign and decided to come have some free food. How are you all?

[Hickory]

*nods head* Excellent, and you? As I've said before, croquet is now ready.

[Søren]

I shall join, my good comrades!

[Izeroth]

*Enters room wearing blue jeans and a dance t-shirt* Hey, The League of Ordinary Gentlemen?

No slang here, milady.

Too bad. I'll use slang if I want to!

That is quite enough! *Pulls out a portable teleporter and beams Corn out of the room*

No one saw me do that, right?

[Lady Ashenwyte]

*Enters room wearing blue jeans and a dance t-shirt* Hey, The League of Ordinary Gentlemen?

No slang here, milady.

Too bad. I'll use slang if I want to!

That is quite enough! *Pulls out a portable teleporter and beams Corn out of the room*

No one saw me do that, right?

I must confess, I love the way you kill plebeians.

[Hickory]

*nods* Agreed. Teleporter recharge stations are down the hall to the left.

[Izeroth]

 Excellent, gentlemen. I propose that we barricade the gates so no more plebians enter.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

What if more of our gentlemen friends come in? I've had some heavily armed men guard the gate. All plebeians shall be hanged upon sight.

[Hickory]

Excellent work, sir. Let us leave the gruesome parts and do the gentlemanly parts, wot wot?

[Rusvul]

   Disgusting. You not only scorn, but kill 'plebians,' as casually as you would kill an insect, simply because of what they are. There are barriers that you've constructed just so you can look down upon those on the other side of it. Ever heard of Hextor? You might like him.

(Exaggerating, of course. I wouldn't actually suggest that any of you worship the god of tyranny and evil, and you don't disgust me. But, y'know, semi-rp topic, so... Yeah, that. )

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Heh, stupid pleb. *Turns into a tall man wearing a Japanese red robe and holding a naginata and charges at Rus*