Dulwich, Union of Great Engellex
15th of April, 2011
'Might you consider that your Sundays best, Mister Greenfax?' sneered a grumpy Owen Wrexham from behind decades old thin wire glasses, meanwhile shifting incessantly between a warm smile towards Princess Alice only to return glares with Rich Greenfax, prospective Guardian of the Commonwealth. 'Would the Princess Alice have me dress to a higher standard?' Greenfax queried with a warm smile.
Without hesitating Alice looked down at the Guardian to be, heightening her pale white nose far in to the air, 'A Protestant, such as Mister Greenfax, might lack knowledge of faith to consider what his Sundays best is at all'. An aching moment of disquiet overcame the Cannie diplomatic party, Rich Greenfax straightened his tie with his mouth agape while Mister Wrexham covered his mouth in utter surprise as a Protestant himself. 'Please gentlemen, compose yourselves. So long as we reside in Engellex, the Queen is our religion!' Princess Alice announced with a hearty giggle.
The climate returned then to its stale zone of quiet comfort as Misters Greenfax and Wrexham internally endured their despisal for Alice and her Oceanic Saints of Cantigny. This queer Oceanic religion rarely pervaded the distinguished culture divide between Engellex and Cantigny, causing Owen Wrexham, a resident of Dulwich for years now, to feel greatly disenfranchised from his home country. Alice beamed for opportunities to express her religious views, often provoking fellow Cannies with less than politically correct defiance. She knew her place in Engellex however, in Dulwich and Hammersmith specifically, where there would in fact be no room at all for Oceanic quackery.
'While in the Union' Wrexham demeaned to Greenfax again, 'Great Engellex and its Lords will speak unto as a Mother does its child, and like it or not, we are to always recall our station here if there is opportunity for retort'. Alice, the Commonwealth definition of culture, suavely nodded in concurrence with the Cannie Ambassador, 'I expect no less than the gentlemen I have come to know and respect, Mister Greenfax'. Amongst these male black on black morning coats, Princess Alice drew attention to her youth and exuberance as expedited by an ash scarlet petticoat accompanied by a warm cream finish. In Vesper their attire might seem rare, yet not entirely out of place, Engellexic traditions survived naturally in the Imperial obsessed Colony.
Entirely preoccupied by their manners, the Cannie extension of Commonwealth diplomacy had lost themselves in the backdrop of their Motherland. To the most recent Chancellery, access to Dulwich had been graciously denied for their republican disposition and deficiency in manners, so their arrival in Great Engellex now created quite a stir in Oceania. Whether as a square unit or sorely divided, they could each only return to Cantigny in one of two fashions: as Rebels or Conformists; for one did not simply visit the Motherland anymore without receiving a public moniker. Felix Ilchester, who would visit the Engellexic Capital in a week to come, was aware that Alice and Owen were 'sure things, finely shined shoe ins', though reservations existed regarding Rich Greenfax - his choice for Guardian for the Commonwealth. Mister Greenfax would have to make a lasting impression as an individual, as well as an extension of Ilchester's broad expeditionary defence policies.
15th of April, 2011
'Might you consider that your Sundays best, Mister Greenfax?' sneered a grumpy Owen Wrexham from behind decades old thin wire glasses, meanwhile shifting incessantly between a warm smile towards Princess Alice only to return glares with Rich Greenfax, prospective Guardian of the Commonwealth. 'Would the Princess Alice have me dress to a higher standard?' Greenfax queried with a warm smile.
Without hesitating Alice looked down at the Guardian to be, heightening her pale white nose far in to the air, 'A Protestant, such as Mister Greenfax, might lack knowledge of faith to consider what his Sundays best is at all'. An aching moment of disquiet overcame the Cannie diplomatic party, Rich Greenfax straightened his tie with his mouth agape while Mister Wrexham covered his mouth in utter surprise as a Protestant himself. 'Please gentlemen, compose yourselves. So long as we reside in Engellex, the Queen is our religion!' Princess Alice announced with a hearty giggle.
The climate returned then to its stale zone of quiet comfort as Misters Greenfax and Wrexham internally endured their despisal for Alice and her Oceanic Saints of Cantigny. This queer Oceanic religion rarely pervaded the distinguished culture divide between Engellex and Cantigny, causing Owen Wrexham, a resident of Dulwich for years now, to feel greatly disenfranchised from his home country. Alice beamed for opportunities to express her religious views, often provoking fellow Cannies with less than politically correct defiance. She knew her place in Engellex however, in Dulwich and Hammersmith specifically, where there would in fact be no room at all for Oceanic quackery.
'While in the Union' Wrexham demeaned to Greenfax again, 'Great Engellex and its Lords will speak unto as a Mother does its child, and like it or not, we are to always recall our station here if there is opportunity for retort'. Alice, the Commonwealth definition of culture, suavely nodded in concurrence with the Cannie Ambassador, 'I expect no less than the gentlemen I have come to know and respect, Mister Greenfax'. Amongst these male black on black morning coats, Princess Alice drew attention to her youth and exuberance as expedited by an ash scarlet petticoat accompanied by a warm cream finish. In Vesper their attire might seem rare, yet not entirely out of place, Engellexic traditions survived naturally in the Imperial obsessed Colony.
Entirely preoccupied by their manners, the Cannie extension of Commonwealth diplomacy had lost themselves in the backdrop of their Motherland. To the most recent Chancellery, access to Dulwich had been graciously denied for their republican disposition and deficiency in manners, so their arrival in Great Engellex now created quite a stir in Oceania. Whether as a square unit or sorely divided, they could each only return to Cantigny in one of two fashions: as Rebels or Conformists; for one did not simply visit the Motherland anymore without receiving a public moniker. Felix Ilchester, who would visit the Engellexic Capital in a week to come, was aware that Alice and Owen were 'sure things, finely shined shoe ins', though reservations existed regarding Rich Greenfax - his choice for Guardian for the Commonwealth. Mister Greenfax would have to make a lasting impression as an individual, as well as an extension of Ilchester's broad expeditionary defence policies.
