Brit: [crossly] Blue!
Blue instantly turns to Britannica, covering Wednesday with drool in the process. [
Wed: Agghh!
] The dog’s fearsome look is instantly replaced by another expression - an extremely dopey-looking expression. It’s tongue lolls as he bounds towards Britannica.
Blue jumps up, resting his front paws on Britannica’s shoulders (who sags slightly under the weight) and starts licking at Britannica’s face.
Brit: [trying to back up and push Blue away at the same time] ugh... Bluuue…
LM: [coming out of hiding from behind Midnight] Man. I hope that thing’s had its shots?
MS2: And a muzzle.
Phil: Nah… Blue wouldn’t hurt a flea, mate [he turns to his pet and gives him an affectionate rub behind the ears] Wouldya boy?
Brit: only… if he breathed… on them…
Britannica finally forces Blue off of him. As he dusts himself down, Britannica once more addresses his team-mates.
Brit: Phil and Blue are going to stay here at the Estate for a few days, before Di and I go back to Australia with him. Hope you don’t mind?
RM552: Great…
Blue turns to RM552 and lets out another audible growl.
RM552: I mean… Yeah…That’s great!
Brit: That marvellous. I thought Phil could use dun_like_dinner’s old room - as he obviously won’t be using it
. By the way, Di and I are shouting everyone dinner tonight too. So be ready in your civvies by 6.30pm, OK? [turns to his brother] C’mon Phil, we’ll get you unpacked and I’ll show you around the Estate…
Phil: Beauty! I’ll drive everyone to the restaurant in the ute.
Britannica leads the Southern Cross and Blue from the meeting room.
Wed: [who is standing ram-rod straight and talking through gritted teeth] I am now going to have a shower. I may be some time. [and stiffly walks out the meeting room too]
Ace: I could use a drink.
LM: Me too.
The two heroes head to the Kitchen of Justice.
MS2: Well we no longer have a quorum, so I think the meeting will have to be adjourned. I will be meditating outside if you require me.
Midnight Spectre 2.0 also leaves the room.
RM552 walks purposefully back to the meeting table and resumes his seat. He picks up his gavel and finally bangs it on the table…
*bang*RM552: I now call this meeting of the JLR to order.
Chairman is Registered Member #552. Minute taker is Registered Member #552. Present is Registered Member #552. Apologies from a few of the other members. [RM552 looks to his left] Minute taker? Do we have a quorum?
Registered Member #552 moves over to the seat on his left, picks up and scans a copy of the JLR by-laws, before looking back up to his right.
RM552: Ah, well
Mr. Chairman, sir. We may need a rule change there…
RM552 races over to the seat opposite and raises his hand.
RM552: I’m willing to put it to the vote,
Mr. Chairman…
RM552 runs back to his original seat, sits down and grins.
RM552: Well no one has ever accused me of being undemocratic... well not to my face anyway. I propose that this meeting vote on a change to the JLR by-laws relating to meeting quorums. All those opposed?
RM552 looks around the meeting room.
RM522: None. Then, as
Chairman, I declare the motion carried. The meeting may proceed…
To be continued…
