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London England, Wednesday
Sep. 14th, 2011 02:16 pmI won't say I was overjoyed when I arrived at Heathrow only to be met by my long lost Hobgoblin Butler Hobson. 'Cause, I'm in England now and I don't wanna come across as one of those over emotional Americans. So let's say I was pleasantly surprised.
He smoothed things over in terms of catching a cab to the building they were housing the exchange students in, and explaining the proper tipping etiquette. I figured I didn't really need help with that, I'm a New Yorker. I know how to tip. With...American money. So, yeah again, glad he was there. I don't know what the cabbie saw him as, but the guy definitely saw him. And at his actual height. But he didn't act like anything unusual was happening. So either he saw him as a human, or the guy's used to seeing the Fae.
But I'll be damned if I let Hobson help me out with the subway, or, 'underground' or is it 'tube'? I'll call him if I get hopelessly lost, but again, New Yorker. If a Minotaur gets lost on our subway system, and I can figure it out, how hard could the subway be?
Then once I got my stuff unpacked, Hobson let's loose with this little tidbit:
"And, their Majesties, the King and Queen of the Fae request the honor or your presence at your earliest convenience Sir."
"Is that British for 'get your butt over here now'?" I asked.
"Oh good heavens no Sir. If that were the case they would have had your invitation presented in writing. They would however appreciate knowing when it is you plan to attend court so they can make a proper ceremony of it."
Ceremony? Crap. Guess it's a good thing I packed that suit I tried not to let Faust buy for me.
[Open for calls and the like, and even visits from the Girlfriend.]
He smoothed things over in terms of catching a cab to the building they were housing the exchange students in, and explaining the proper tipping etiquette. I figured I didn't really need help with that, I'm a New Yorker. I know how to tip. With...American money. So, yeah again, glad he was there. I don't know what the cabbie saw him as, but the guy definitely saw him. And at his actual height. But he didn't act like anything unusual was happening. So either he saw him as a human, or the guy's used to seeing the Fae.
But I'll be damned if I let Hobson help me out with the subway, or, 'underground' or is it 'tube'? I'll call him if I get hopelessly lost, but again, New Yorker. If a Minotaur gets lost on our subway system, and I can figure it out, how hard could the subway be?
Then once I got my stuff unpacked, Hobson let's loose with this little tidbit:
"And, their Majesties, the King and Queen of the Fae request the honor or your presence at your earliest convenience Sir."
"Is that British for 'get your butt over here now'?" I asked.
"Oh good heavens no Sir. If that were the case they would have had your invitation presented in writing. They would however appreciate knowing when it is you plan to attend court so they can make a proper ceremony of it."
Ceremony? Crap. Guess it's a good thing I packed that suit I tried not to let Faust buy for me.
[Open for calls and the like, and even visits from the Girlfriend.]
