Imperial Claimants...Part 4

[Douglas]

What a night it was with the 'invaders' at the palace.  GD Anna [also known to me as Bonbon*] fought tooth and nail.  Anna  broke a nail [it was just awful] and I stubbed my little toe.  

GD Janet remarks about my kilt attire.  How very cute but remember I always wear cologne and a dusting of scented powder.  Just don't photo me near any updrafts.

I had to spend last night at the Shelter for Battered Tsars in Tsarskoe Selo.  Seems that one of the GD's is threatening me with a baseball bat.  Last time it was a rolling pin.  Seems she takes her Karate lessons very seriously and had a little too much bubbly.  She's such a dear most of the time.

Tsar Doug...sending Anna to the nail salon for a redo.

* Anna's little nickname is Bonbon.  I am the only one at the palace that can call her that name.  When I see her in the hallway on the way to the loo, I say, "Hello Bonbon, on the way to the loo?"  

[Tasha_R]

Ritka, dear (I should never call you "the low one"),

Our dear Count Valentin has been caught up in a number of things at the moment.  He has decided to take the plunge and go back to the University, leaving his current employ to do so.  It is a daring move, but one, I daresay, many should profit from in the end.  Who knows?  Perhaps even at some point you might find him your professor!

TTFN,
Tashenka

[Margarita Markovna]

Ritka, dear (I should never call you "the low one"),

Our dear Count Valentin has been caught up in a number of things at the moment.  He has decided to take the plunge and go back to the University, leaving his current employ to do so.  It is a daring move, but one, I daresay, many should profit from in the end.  Who knows?  Perhaps even at some point you might find him your professor!

TTFN,
Tashenka

Oh ok! I just noticed he only posted here, and he's not posted yet in this new thread.

[anna]

Secret message in an Orange.

Dougie dear,

Yes Lady Anna and moi GD/Spy Anna aka  Bonbon are one and the same gorgeous person. But the Dutchies doesn't know that

We can talk freely I assume. Interpol is keeping an eye on me in the Netherlands. They already questioned the people at the reception of Grand Hotel Krasnapolsky in A'dam were I have a suite. It's better I move to a bit less luxurious place, so they won't track me that easily. My whereabouts must stay secret!

Now listen carefully I shall say this only once:

I'm on a big case here in Amsterdam, made some connections, tho' I have to verify them. I'm not sure who I can trust. I'm on my own. QB doesn't know I'm here, if she new  

Don't call me, I call you.

Anna

Ps Please take care of my blings, miss them terribly.
Yes...., I miss you too.

[Janet_W.]

Dear Claimants:

Such confusion here at the palace. Tsar Doug has run out of talc powder, and GD Anna, it would seem, is more Mata Hari than GD. She is also running out of oranges, so I have advised her to use hollowed-out rutabegas.

All of this is most disconcerting, of course, since my royal claimant seamstress and I are near exhaustion in preparing my wardrobe for the upcoming Hee-land Fling.

Be that as it may, and having noticed that others are doing so, I too have been reevaluating our royal claimant methods of salutation. And since I am of a certain age   I have decided that all who are younger than moi shall address me as Auntie GD/GP and venerate me as both a saint and a sage. On the other hand, if you are older than moi you shall address me as Her Imperial Highness and Breathtakingly Youthful Vixen, the Grand Duchess/Grand Princess Janet, and be completely enthralled by my minxish high spirits and vivacity.

So, please IM me individually with your day, month, and year of birth, and I will inform you which manner of address and tone is age appropriate.

The R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find Out What It Means To Me

Auntie Vixen GD/GP

[Douglas]

Dearest Courtiers:

Last night the footman came to my quarters and said that a lady called for me a bit earlier in the evening.  He could hardly understand her  as the phone connection was very bad.  The caller kept saying , "This is Tiddles, I must speak to my little Tsar".  

Who is Tiddles?  I have no idea. Maybe she'll call again and I can take the call on my private telex secret code 007 phone.

 All I know is that Bonbon is on a very important TOP SECRET mission and will be writing a book about her adventures which will be made into  a movie that will be filmed in Cinerama with Colorama and Hi Fi sound.  

Tsar Doug........can't stand it not having my usual spy in attendance.

[Lucien]

Secret message in an Orange.

Dougie dear,

Yes Lady Anna and moi GD/Spy Anna aka  Bonbon are one and the same gorgeous person. But the Dutchies doesn't know that

Uhhum,Your Imperial Highness,at least one Dutchie knows I'm afraid,may I suggest you swap quarters at the Krasnapolski for the Amstel Hotel,very discrete,and they have all amineties required,from running water to talc powder,for your Imperial suitor to wag his Imperial rear.Please tell Him to mind the updrafts at the entrance,after all,He wishes to remain incognito I suppose.

[anna]

Secret message in hollowed-out rutabegas.
using telegram style, running out of eyebrow pencils.

Pssss.... T.D.d,

Moved to place under a bridge in A'dam. Living in a bin
dirt under fingernails, it's my f.a.s.
Certain Lucien - man in orange, asking questions. Accuses me of having a beau. Do not believe Orange secret service- repeat Don't believe O.s.s. Top Secret  Mission Impossible? Don't know yet.

Tell GD/GP Janet , won't call her Auntie, Scottish fog must gone into her head. Talk to her later. Hope to be back so can join Hee-Land Fling.

Anna Vagabond

Ps. f.a.s= fate as spy

[Janet_W.]

Amidst the mists of Scotland

Dear GD Mata Hari Anna [hic]:

Here I am in the hee-lands, stoppin' at a pub an' no morrrrre the worst fer it. Och, but do na think I am snookerrrrred, I have had just a mere drrrrrap [hic] . . . all I rememberrrr is someone--Angus, I think his name be--payin' for me drink. "Gie's a wee swally, lass" says he, and suddenly I'm feelin' everrrr so much better an' dancin' the fling up on the pub barrrr.

So, Mata Anna, [hic] may I suggest ye join us in the hee-lands. So much better than a Dutch bin . . . or, I might add, any has-bin. [Tee-hee]  

An' BTW, who's this fellow Lucian [hic] anyway? But . . . I know who Tiddles is. She's the actress [hic] T.D. had his ferrrrst fling with, right? I remember . . . some of the Grand Ducks--I mean Dukes [tee hee]--snuck her in to his prrrrivate rrrrooms. I rrrread it in me historrrry books.

Anyway, must go . . . gotta find Prince Albert In a Can . . . [hic]  

Hopin' some hagis will help, I rrrremain--

The Age-Specific GD/GP Janet Mc[hic]Vixen

P.S. All of you wee GD/GPs stay rrrright whar ye arrrre. This is a grrrownup claimant thing.

[Douglas]

Hello there, can you read me?  Calling on my two way wrist radio for GD A.  You must come in from the cold.  Just got a call from the man who came to dinner.  Looking for GD A. north by northwest.  Am I to meet Tiddles at the Casbah?  Are we going to Casablanca for dinner at eight?  GD A. look under the tree for the spy that got away.  Check with Dr. Watson and ask him if Mrs. Tiddles has heard from GD A. and will be there on Friday.

Over and out.  TD  

Over and out.  TD  

[Margarita Markovna]

P.S. All of you wee GD/GPs stay rrrright whar ye arrrre. This is a grrrownup claimant thing.

Uh oh.

[Janet_W.]

Uh oh is [hic] rrrright.

And now, if ye will excuse me, please turrrrrn off all two way wrrrrist rrrradios as I rrrresume lookin' for Brrrrigadoon.

The GD/GP McJanet

[Margarita Markovna]

New Grand Duchess one thread down. This one is Maria herself.

Cool beans.

EDIT: Had to say it, 1400 posts! My age times 100!

[RealAnastasia]

Happy 1400 post! We must perform a nice celebration party ! What do you think about it, Ritka?

Aunty Nastya.

[Margarita Markovna]

Absolutely. With 1400 red m&ms.