Voice Test, Canon is Jeeves and Wooster

[valetnotbutler]

If I may, sir, I can not help but find error in your decision.

While I would appreciate returning to Mr. Wooster, I am hesitant to enter an area populated by people of the... equine variety. To be perfectly honest, I would much prefer to avoid all of these games you have contemplated. There appears to be little use for a valet.

If you were to send me to this attraction, I would highly recommend sending an application to, ahem, "My Little Jam Jar" sooner rather than later, sir.

This is all a simple suggestion, sir. I can see the wisdom in testing how we work together.

Comments

[stormbroken]

Little use for a valet, sure. On the other hand, someone who can keep Bertie minding himself is a lot more than just a valet.

Gotta admit, the kid's got my mun reading up on you two, and he says you're definitely the type who'd thrive there. Once you got used to it, of course.

[valetnotbutler]

If I may, Mr. Wooster is, perhaps, somewhat negligible in mental facilities, but he has a heart of gold. Nevertheless, I am most appreciative of the compliment.

I shall keep that in mind, miss.

[stormbroken]

Nh, you're telling me. He seems to've gotten the idea in his head that I'm some sort of magical pony teacher for him that'll be able to answer his every question. I don't know how you manage it day in and day out.

[To say nothing of his manglingcreative use of the "King's E."]

[valetnotbutler]

One does one's best, miss.

Mr. Wooster is a gentleman of an inquisitive and helpful nature, and means no ill will. While this can land him in many troublesome situations, he always has the best intentions in mind.

[stormbroken]

That way lies the road to hell, they say. I can tell he doesn't mean anyone harm, but that almost makes it worse, since I can't really get mad at him for his bumblings.

[valetnotbutler]

There is also that to be considered.

[oldhippony]

You'd be welcome at the farm, man. Always room for one more.

[valetnotbutler]

I am most appreciative, sir. I only hope that there is work suitable there for someone of my particular cloth.

[tinkertytonk]

Oh, I'm sure you'll get a handle on this four-legged lark in two shakes of a dog's tail, Jeeves, old boy. And I'd be chuffed to a positive pile of bits to see you again. It does wear on a fellow's good cheer when he's neither sight nor correspondence with his man for months on end.

My mun also appears to be of an amenable sort of disposish. In fact, she appears to be bouncing in her seat. Beazels, you know?

[valetnotbutler]

I shall endeavor to adjust as quickly as possible, sir. If I may be so bold as to voice a concern regarding the lack of certain articles of clothing. I find it rather... disconcerting, sir.

Indeed, sir.

I believe the lady is simply in high spirits at the moment.

[tinkertytonk]

Yes, that is a bit... well. One doesn't typically like to be seen in the all together, what? And I seem to have lost all but the collar, cuffs, and tie from my wardrobe. There isn't anything to be, well... seen though. I certainly haven't gone looking if there is! I'd have to be some horrid lecher out of a penny dreadful to do so. We Woosters are above leching, Jeeves. Well outside the Code and leading straight off the map into Here Be Dragons.

You'll be pleased to know ponies do have fashion after a sort, though. There's a mare in town with her own boutique. Rather a taste for bejeweling everything she gets her hoofs on, but all around sensible in colors and whatnot.

[valetnotbutler]

Of course, sir. Nevertheless, there are still standards for a gentleman to uphold.

I shall attempt to find the time to visit once I arrive, sir.

[Being Jeeves, he's certainly not mentioning his distaste for Bertie's particular fashion sense.]

[tinkertytonk]

[Being Bertie, he'll politely ignore any such distaste.]

Indubitably! I'll have to show you this natty ensemble Ms. Rarity made for me for the Gala. Imagine if you will, Jeeves, a suit and top hat of pure powder blue. Now, layer upon this imagining a bow tie and hat band of a sort of... pond-y color that shimmers with the light. The young master was looking his smartest out on the dance floor, make no mistake.

And I even matched Ms. Fluttershy's dress. She was the filly I invited to the whatsit. Lovely girl. I'll have to introduce you. Comes off a bit Madeline Bassett-ish, but fewer observances of a particularly soppy nature.

[valetnotbutler]

[Well, that sounds alright. A little concerned about the top hat, but he'll keep an open mind about this one.]

Very good, sir.

I shall await the meeting with anticipation, sir.

[tinkertytonk]

You are, as the Bard said, ever the soul of wit, Jeeves. Come, come! I appreciate brevity as much as the next chap, but a bit of limbing and outward flourishing wouldn't go amiss when you're about to be turned into a chum for one of the Ascot's finest.

Has your mun mentioned which sort you'll be saddled with? If you'll pardon the pun. Earth, unicorn, pegasus? Oh! And your whatsit. The mark on your flank. Is it to be a bowler hat on pinstripes, old boy?

[valetnotbutler]

Of course, sir.

I believe the young gentleman has nothing extravagant planned for me. It appears that I will be designated as an Earth Pony, sir. As for the, for lack of a better word, birthmark in question, I believe a simple suit and tie ensemble will make a satisfactory emblem.

[tinkertytonk]

Ah, good old salt of the earth and all that, eh? Well, that's brilliant! I'm living on a farm at the moment. You'll be pleased to know they've put me in charge of the irri... tation? No, what's the word I want? The Johnnie who minds all affairs aquatic about the place. I get to bounce on clouds for about an hour every other day and everything's set. It's a jolly life of labor.

The accommodations could do with a bit of sprucing up. They're very, er... communal. It being a commune, of course, one supposes that makes sense after a fashion. The fellow running the place is a communist, as well, but never fear! He's not in the vein of those fellows who go about insulting gentleman's top hats while they're strolling about Hyde Park.

[valetnotbutler]

Irrigation, sir?

A pleasurable experience I suppose, sir.

We will simply have to make do with what we're given, sir.

A relief, sir. If I may inquire as to what sort of business the gentleman of the socialist revolutionary movemnt does engage in?

[tinkertytonk]

Irrigation! That's the fiend. Funny sort of word for the thing, but there you are, what?

We Woosters are known for making do regardless of the slings and arrows outrageous misfortune chucks at us. It's been a bit of a slog without you, old boy, but everyone's perfectly polite and helpful. Most of them are, anyway.

In any case, Vantas... mostly he plays songs on his guitar and sings about rising up over something or other. Uniting and going to watch the dawn comes into it, as well. Rather catchy tunes, it must be said. I can see how it would appeal to the regular chap on the street if he was feeling particularly piqued about something or other his employer said.

Late pants 'cause life

[valetnotbutler]

A fortunate blessing, sir.

An understandable scenario in any case, sir. One hopes that someone of a more frivolous nature doesn't take it too seriously.

Happens to us all

[tinkertytonk]

Considering they've got an absolutely smashing monarchy here, I don't see there's anything to feel oppressed or downtrodden about. It's rather queer, though; the highest monarch in the land is a princess, and queens and kings are positively villainous. I can't fathom where that came about. I don't suppose you know of any precedents for the matter?

[valetnotbutler]

I suppose it may have occurred to the local government that, while kings and queens tend to symbolize power and authority, princes and princesses evoke a feeling of youth and kindness, sir. The people would look upon the ruling party as a peaceful group. As for the kings and queens unpleasant manners, they likely chose their titles to communicate their dictatorship over the residents, sir.

[tinkertytonk]

Nothing to do with ponies having got a preference for titles beginning with 'p' then, eh? That would have been my guess. Yours sounds reasonable, as well, Jeeves. Don't misunderstand. I'd say it's a solid 50/50 split on either of us being right.

You'll like the princesses, by the by. Very progressive sorts.