tushanshu | I. What I want is information: not useful information, of course; useless information. (Video)

[For a man of his era, Lord Henry has picked up the basics of the computer with surprising alacrity and ease. Perhaps he has been motivated by the understanding that it provides him with a platform of unprecedented scale.

So behold: a well-bred Englishman in his mid- to late-forties: if his good looks are a bit worn around the edges, he is still quite handsome in a way that suggests he cut a truly rakish figure when younger. His voice is exceptionally pleasant and musical, and when he speaks, his words are accompanied by graceful—though not excessive—gestures of his slender hands.]

I am given to understand that this device offers a podium to rival the pulpit at Westminster Abbey. Capital—although I assure you that I shall not bore you with a sermon; I can't abide a man who makes of himself an amateur curate.

Allow me to introduce myself—Lord Henry Wotton, late of London, which is not nearly so exciting as the vision of Moreau in which I now find myself. There are many questions with which I'm rather concerned at the moment, but most importantly, where does one find a tailor in this city? And, tiresome though domestic matters are, I suppose I must enquire after a valet. There are many indignities a gentleman may suffer in silence, but not an inadequate selection of poorly-pressed shirts.

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[It's been an eventful day, with Alcuin arriving and seeing him settled, the first from her country to arrive in all of the six months that she's been on Tu Vishan. Still, with such ringing endorsements from Nita, Alcuin, and Dorian, and the promise of business for a man of refined tastes (for certainly any noble accustomed to keeping a valet must be used to finer quality in his garments) she will make herself available. Luxury items are not high in demand from the kedan who are not flush with resources.

Like those before her, Favrielle responds with a video feed. She is wearing one of her best dresses in dark blues that complements her hair, making it seem more vivid, more colorful. Wearing her own work of course makes her a walking advertisement, which means the question of the quality of her work never comes up. The only other thing of note is the scar over her lip, one that pulls at her lips as she gives him a polite, professional smile.]

Lord Wotton, my name is Favrielle nó Eglantine. As others have mentioned I am a clothier and would be pleased to schedule an appointment for you, should you wish it.

As to the matter of a valet, I may be able to put you in touch with one of my contacts if you've no objection to hiring one of the locals.

[So this is the lady whose skills come so highly praised. Harry is most intrigued—and he finds the scar, far from detracting from her beauty, only makes her more interesting.]

Ah! A privilege, my dear, to at last speak to the lady of whom others have praised so highly. [As he's standing—more comfortable than sitting, and it keeps him from feeling like a tradesman—he offers a small bow, and somehow it doesn't quite seem as ludicrous as it could, bowing to an image on a screen.] I am charmed, Miss Eglantine, most charmed, and I would be delighted to meet you in person as soon as possible.

If the locals may be trusted, I have no great objection, and I should value the judgement of one familiar with this place. It is quite bad enough in London; finding a reliable valet is worse than finding a doctor. Worse, for the valet's work is seen by everyone.

[Goodness, Favrielle might have suspected that a friend of Dorian's would have such manners, but here in Keeliai she's become so accustomed to such informality that his bow takes her by surprise. Her eyes widen fractionally, and she in turn inclines her head, deeper than he bowed. If he does the courtesy of a bow, she can afford him the same courtesy and acknowledge his rank in doing so.]

I understand the potential issues very well Lord Wotton, though I do warn you that it will be difficult to find any here who will not require some training as to the duties involved in being a valet, beyond learning your personal tastes. If someone suitable is found I will recommend them to you promptly.

[Her smile widens nonetheless, a little warmer, though no less professional.]

Until that time, I have appointments available the day after tomorrow and can provide directions to the suite where I conduct my business, if Dorian cannot be persuaded to show you. Do you have a time of day you prefer?

[He shrugs a little, apparent diffidence masking some annoyance, largely out of politeness.]

You would have my everlasting gratitude, Miss Eglantine—thank you. As for an appointment, I find that any hour before noon is generally unfashionable. Beyond that, I am entirely at your disposal.

Then you're welcome to come to my suites in the afternoon, perhaps a couple hours after the midday meals. If you've come with clothing in a style that you prefer, I do ask that you bring it with you that I might replicate it.

[She's gotten quite good at not only copying styles from other worlds, but improving upon them and adjusting them in ways she finds flatter the individual, on a case by case basis. Having already had some experience with Dorian, she doesn't expect that Lord Wotton will be difficult to please or impress.]

I have, and if tomorrow afternoon is not too soon, I shall see you then. I am quite sure Dorian will be able to provide me with directions, but one can never be too cautious where attire is concerned; if I may have directions from you, I would be much obliged.

Of course.

[Favrielle provides a ping through the network, giving him her location.]

That should give you my location, which you can easily give to any of the bicycle-taxis in the city. They can convey you here in short time. If you prefer to walk, you may also do the same to provide your location and I can detail directions for you presently.

[There's a brief pause while he sorts out what the network ping business is; then his expression clears and he smiles.]

I understand. Thank you; that will suffice. I look forward to doing business with you, Miss Eglantine.

And I as well, Lord Wotton.

[With that concluded, Favrielle hesitates to end their conversation as she's rather curious about Dorian's friend, a nobleman no less, but he's newly arrived and surely Dorian is on his way to get the gentleman up to speed.

So, she merely inclines her head.]

Unless there is more you would ask of me, I'll leave you to settle in.

Were Mr Gray not calling shortly, and if I were more accustomed to this mode of conversing, I should detain you longer; I assure you that my bidding you good day is no reflection on your character.

[Harry may not have the highest opinion of women in bulk, but he is more than capable of laying on the charm with them on an individual basis, particulary when they're both pretty and intriguing.]

I shall see you the day after tomorrow, my dear.

Edited (Harry's reading comprehension is better than mine.) 2013-01-28 00:05 (UTC)

I'm glad to hear it.

[Indeed, there is just the slightest hint of relief on her face.]

I'll not keep you then, good day.

[And with another nod, she disconnects.]

I. What I want is information: not useful information, of course; useless information. (Video)

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