We've not a moment to spare!

Sir Ian Potts will be quite upset if we're not to his home in time for the dinner.

OOC: Okay, this is going somewhere. Want to be Dawson?

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OOC: Why don't you play Dawson? Dawson is your character. Remember?

BIC: What on Earth are you two doing?

OOC: Aren't you gonna answer my question?

OOC: How come you're not responding me?

OOC: sigh Fine, then.

Basil: We're off to a dinner at the home of Sir Ian Potts. And I believe it shall lead me to the answer of my current case.

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I heard Ratigan was talking about you that it just kills you to look foolish that if you won't get on a case you feel completely useless just like the way he did at the mousetrap.

Not that rubbish again! Now, look, I'm NOT going to let Ratigan do such a thing, do you understand? I'm NOT.

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OOC: Roleplay Sir Ian. Okay?

BIC: Who the devil is Sir Ian?

*slightly annoyed as he's trying to leave* Sir Ian Potts is an ex-army general that I believe may be the man I'm looking for in the case concerning the theft Georgette McDougle's jewel necklace.

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I will go with you.

No! ...*ahem* No...this is very important. I'm sorry, love, but you can't come along.

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I have to tell him about important news and how I traveled back in time. All right?

Basil: Now, see here, that is NOT how you speak to your father, you-

Dawson: Now, now Basil! I don't see what harm it would do to let her come along.

Basil: long pause Alright. Just don't get out of hand.

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Thank you Sherringford.

Now come along.

*they went to Sir Potts' house and stops that they made it to his house*

Well here we are.

knocks on the door

OOC: Now Roleplay Sir Ian Potts Lavender. Okay?

Ian: opens the door Ahh! Basil of Baker Street! Wonderful to see you, old boy! Come in, come in.

Basil: smiles Good to see you as well.

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My name is Anatasia Basil. I'm the future daughter of Sherringford Basil Of Baker Street and Princess Felicia (the queen's daughter). I'm from the future. I've been invented and using my time machine to travel back in time because I'm a scientist.

ahem Um...that's nice dear. Won't you come in, Mr. Basil, Dr. Dawson?

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Yes. Come on you two. Let's go in. Shall we?

Heh. I do hope you don't mind but dinner won't be for another half hour or so. Ha...a little technical difficulty in the kitchen, I'm sorry to say. clears throat

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I heard Ratigan was talking about Basil that it just kills him to look foolish that if he can't get on a case he feels completely useless just like the way he did at the mousetrap.

OOC: If you bring that plot up one more time, I'm just quitting this roleplay.

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OOC: Sorry about that.

BIC: How have you been doing here lately Sir Potts?

A mouse -with the claws and teeth of a rat called Moat- was observing the home of Sir Ian Potts.

Ah! I've been just fine, thank you. Things have been a little hectic preparing for this party, though...

fails to notice Moat

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How would you know if something has gone wrong?

Ha...I said they'd been hectic but I keep a very close watch on my household. I'm sure nothing will go wrong.

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How old are you?

I don't think that is any of your business, young lady, but I'm 54.

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Well. I'm 21.

turns to Basil and Dawson

Dad, Dr. Dawson? How old are you two?

Moat could clearly hear the conversation through a slightly opened window. As he lifted his head he smaked it against handle and started swearing. Then foot steps approached the window from the room.
Moat: Oh no!
Moat ducked under the window sill and held his breath.

...Did you...hear something?

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I had no idea sir.

...What difference does it make, young lady? This question is highly irrelevent, anyway.

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I truly just wanted to know about your age chaps.

*turns to Dr. Dawson*

How old are you doctor?

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How old are you father?

Dawson: Well, I'm fifty.

Basil: And I'm 45 but what does it matter!?

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It's just something like that about your ages. I suppose.

very stern Well, no more of this bizarre behavior the rest of the night.

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I was just being curious.

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When did you hear that sir?

When did I hear what, dear lady?

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You just heard a noise.

Oh, yes! Sorry...I'm a bit scatter-brained today...

But, yes, I thought I heard something from outside the window.

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It's all right good sir. I know that you made a mistake sometimes.

Ah, yes...but I think I shall go see if there is anything at the window.

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Go right ahead.

Moat swallowed hard as footsteps approached his hiding place.

I do believe I see him outside the window Sir Potts.

points at Moat outside the window

Moat couldn't get away in time and felt himslef being dragged inside.

And who do you think you are!? Wandering about my house like this...

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Moat renches free from the other mouses grip and turns to Sit Potts.

Moat: Goverment surveilence check sir. All large houses have to be checked every so often. Goverment policy sir. I would have told you 'sept you were entertaining so I went about my buisness. Sorry if I gave you and your guests a fright sir.

Moat was getting very hot suddenly noy used to slipping up.