::waking up and streching, notcing the eyes watching me from the portrait on the wall::
Sorry to have slept in so late, Lord B, but after seeing Master Blue in that flight uniform…I’m afraid I got a wee bit caried away. And Master Blue…I do believe you DRUGGED me with the rest of that laudanaum! Goodness knows, I certainly don’t remember anything after leaving the parlor…
Not to worry m’dear Falcon; I didn’t know the human body could take Gees in that position!
Rest assured that the secret of your considerable talents lay safely in my care.
Bye the Bye, you *did[/] seem to enjoy yourself, even though your skirts muffled your squeals somewhat! 
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
Why Master Blue! That was YOU last night? Oh, you have some talents yourself then, m’dear. (Ladies, remember Master Glee and his tongue?? swoon)
And as for the squeals…you seemed to have SOME reason I couldn’t take the skirts off…don’t seem to remember what they were, though…
Lord B, who was that marvelous young woman who fixed up my room last night? She was quite remarkable.
I remember telling her at one point, “I love my cigar, but I take it out every once in a while,” and ‘once in a while’ was about all the chance I got!
It’s a shame she’d already left before I woke up this morning - I slept most soundly.
Say, isn’t that her, helping out the Madamoiselle d’Garbage-Neurotique? I expect she’s just what the lady needs to get her day off to a good start…
Is there time for breakfast before the hunt, old chap? For some reason, I’ve got an exceptional appetite this morning!
Sigh.
Falcon, haven’t we discussed your sleeping in? Utter rot, this “shagged out from a good shag,” and we both know it. As you yourself suggested, I’m afraid it’s time for another game of “Irish potato girl and the cruel landlord.”
Sigh, again. Bloody hell.
Katy, what have we agreed to do when you break character? No, I mean it, I know there was something involving rawhide, honey, an “I Dream of Jeannie” costume and a pirate’s patch for me. It was demned juicy, too. Be a dear and remind me, will you? Er, ah, I mean WHAT THE DEVIL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING MY GIRL? And so on.
Firefly, I believe the delightful lass in question is Pixoid. Bit of a bother she can be, bit of a nuisance, but in ever such a nice way.
Off to smoke some kippers, deucedly hard to keep lit, don’t you know.
Lord B
Oh, dear…it seems I’ve been found out. Nurse always said that my enthusiasm would get me into trouble someday. Quite right, Lord B, the real Lady de Medele, my youngest aunt Marie, is known for being a bit more coquettish than I’m akin to. The fact still remains that I am indeed a genuine de Medele, and your (dare I say) breeding should require you to address me with respect…at least in front of polite company. Tsk, tsk, my dear.
“…being normal is not necessarily a virtue. It rather denotes a lack of courage.”
Oh, Mistress Falcon! I desired to keep your skirts in place (albeit somewhat elevated) for rather good reasons. First, I wished to secure you in place, for, as you well know, a little bondage adds the spice!
Secondly, I wished to protect your virtue; if anyone had happened upon our little tete a tete, the skirts over your head would have secured your identity. Unless, of course, they had happened to recognize your exquisite nether plumage!
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
Lady de Medele’s Late-Night Inner Monologue
What fun insomnia can be…I think I’ll give myself a bit of a tour.
Eve’s room
Hm. Empty. Interesting.
Master Ike’s room
Just as I thought…Eve, you’re a terribly naughty bird, aren’t you? Haha…oh! Must get you to show how that’s done…
Falcon’s room
*Master Blue…well, I can’t say I didn’t expect to see him in here…though Miss Vogue’s presence is a surprise…wha- Lady de Garbage? Winky? And the maids! Merciful God, where is my fan? Oh…oh my. Tempting, but…
Lord B’s room
:::shaking him gently::: Headmaster…this time I really do deserve a spanking.
“…being normal is not necessarily a virtue. It rather denotes a lack of courage.”
Oh, wonderful. I take a nap in the afternoon, and sleep through all the fun. Now it’s early, I’m wide awake, and nobody else is. Drat.
So it’s just me wandering through this massive house…nobody else is awake…and look, there’s the pool. I didn’t bring a bathing costume, though…
dips toe into water
Oh, it’s nice and warm…and nobody else is awake…they won’t be up for hours…well, here’s an early morning skinny-dip.
Splosh!!
Question authority–just not mine.
Chris, darling, you must explain what you saw Ukulele Ike and I doing in his room last night—or you will have people thinking “goats and monkeys” of us! Everyone knows he and I have a relationship pure as the driven snow.
Actually, he had just unpacked and assembled one of Mr. Edison’s new Kinetoscope machines, and we were watching “photo-plays.” Delightful invention! He brought several selections, including “How Bridget Served the Salad Undressed,” “What the Parlormaid Saw,” and “The Athletic Girl and the Burglar.” I do think these things will catch on someday . . .
{Snoring} what? eh? Honor the light brigade!
Oh, it’s you, Miss pretending-to-be-de-medele, is it? Goodness, we’ll have to turn up the heat, it’s obvious that you’re a bit, er, chilly. Damn faog is a damn nuisance.
Eve will you stop running that Edison machine!
Now, what was that, my dear? Oh, you do deserve one, eh? Very well. Ring Pixoid. Oh, skinny dipping, is she. Three demerits for her. Then ring Katy. Still digging potato plants for our game? Well, then ring Opalcat, tell her to bring her thong and retire to the schoolroom. Oh, and pick up some chocolate, a volume of Encyclopedia Brittannica (Walrus to Zed), three ostrich feathers, and some corn starch. Oh, you’ll find out.
Lord B
Headmaster sir, three demerits? How many before I must be spanked?
Chris, if you were prowling around in the night, poking into people’s rooms unasked, and you didn’t visit mine, then you deserve a spanking! Come up to my room immediately, you impertinent thing!
…where…where am I? Ohh… I must have passed out. I had the most… stimulating dream while I was unconscious, about being in Falcon’s room with all of this… oh, I see. That would explain the bruises, wouldn’t it? Wait… wait a moment, how did I get in the pool? They must have thrown me in here to bring me 'round… my clothing is all soggy now. Might someone help me out of it, if they please? Ahhh, many thanks… Pixoid! We simply must stop meeting like this… no, no, don’t leave now. Lord B. is calling? Let him call. You already have three demerits, and if you want that spanking later… Stay here, in this nice, warm pool, with me, while I tell you all about my dream… Has anyone ever told you how radiant you look with the morning sun at your back?
And so we draw the curtain for a short time upon Pixoid, the Lady de G, and the pair of eyes hiding behind a portrait of the third Earl of Winchester-Herringbone in comical bathing attire.
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
Uh, Neuro, sweetie? In Falcons’ boudoir last night? It wasn’t a dream!
Cowabunga-Buffalo-Bob! 
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
Eve, I may have mistaken “The Athletic Girl” for you…but I don’t think so. Not to worry, hm? I’ll keep your secret, as long as you promise to have Master Ike show me how this ingenious contraption works.
Katy, get me a pillow, darling, would you? My bum is frightfully sore. I think I’ll just spend the rest of day stretched out upon the chaise, reading these fascinating stories I swiped from Eve’s bureau.
RT, dear…well…we’ll speak more later.
“…being normal is not necessarily a virtue. It rather denotes a lack of courage.”
Madame de Medele,
So sorry, madam, but I am unable to oblige your request for a pillow. Your presence is required in the parlor for a game of “Hide the Marbles”. I am instructed NOT to return without you. Oui, madam, you need not worry. You will find it a MOST enlightening game…
Master Bucky,
:::Thinking to herself "Not the honey! Not the honey:::
So sorry for stepping out of character. I’m quite sure I haven’t the foggiest idea what you could be thinking; Honey? Jeannie?
Perhaps are you remembering when you asked me to tie you with rawhide, in the stable, and cover you with honey?
Do horses like honey, Sir Bucky?
< VB, stretching luxuriously after climbing out of his flight suit >
Ahhh! What a snowball fight! I shall return to it after I’ve warmed myself at this wonderful fire… where’s Falcon, that winsome Wench?
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
wandering out into the parlor, towelling off my hair Hmm…that was QUITE a good romp in the snow. Quite invigorating after last night’s activities…I have no IDEA Lady G-N could do that with her tongue. Simply scandalous.
Why, Master Blue! funny seeing you here…I seem to recall you and Master Firefly saying something about getting me back for my previous actions? batting eyes
You betcha! C’mere, Sugar Plum, my dulcet darling! you can bat your eyes at me anytime, and perhaps I can bat you in return; which is your preference m’dear, hickory or aluminium?
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!