[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] Egyptian Museum
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	Reginald took immediate notice of Vera's sudden, screamless palsy, and the accompanying light show. If nothing else, the Lord Major could say of this event that it was exceedingly [i]not normal[/i]. Quite possibly less normal than the time during the Great War that he stumbled upon a squad of French infantry playing what he assumed was a modified and lascivious version of Marco Polo, somehow involving trench helmets and greased oranges. The commanding officer's face was priceless, he recalled, a stretch of forced casual and Parisian greeting squished together in a big, toothy grin. 

	As unsettling as it was, viewing that many French infantryman acting in a manner most ungentlemanly, the sight of his favorite adoptive niece held under painful sway of forces unknown filled him with the same manner of confusion, but a [i]vastly[/i] different kind of fear. He didn't breathe until the fit subsided, and Vera issued the loud exclamation of "Di mi!", an utterance clearly not meant for a lady in mixed company. 

	Ever the gentleman, the Lord Major rushed to her side, helping to steady her in her seat. [color=b8860b]"Ah, yes, ah ...Lady Munn... "Dear Me", indeed! I was just about say that very phrase..."[/color] Not entirely confident that his ultimately trivial ruse worked, he glanced about nervously and directed his attention in a slightly more helpful fashion. [color=b8860b]"Lady Munn, ah, Vera dear, are you alright? Here let us get you a lovely cup of tea, yes?"[/color] 

	Reginald glanced around the room again, this time with a more assertive search in mind. What manner of barbarian would deny a citizen of the Empire a tea set in their immediate place of business? It was shocking, unless he was overlooking something obvious in his haste. Instead, he reached into his jacket and withdrew a careworn flask. Reginald unscrewed the cap and pressed it to Vera. [color=b8860b]"There you are, my Lady. Without the charms of chamomile, but it should do a proper job straightening your befuddlement."[/color]