The Young Twits

A brief roleplaying game pageant
inspired by the works of
H.P. Lovecraft and P.G. Wodehouse

The Invitation

Bertie Wooster's invitation

Fade in:

Int. Drawing room of fashionable London flat circa 1924. Morning.

Wooster sits at a little roll-top desk humming as he reads mail. Jeeves moves about the room, tidying up.

Jeeves I must say you seem unusually chipper this morning, sir.

Wooster Sharp eye, Jeeves. I've had the most excellent news in this morning's post.

Jeeves Indeed, sir?

Wooster Oh, yes. It puts a corking new spin on yesterday's news, Jeeves.

Jeeves The news of your uncle's passing, sir?

Wooster That's the one.

Jeeves And this morning's post has put some positive spin on the event?

Wooster Well, I mean to say, he's still dead and all. The good news is that Aunt Agatha can't return from America until Monday.

Jeeves That will leave her precious little time to travel to Borogove Hall for the reading of the Will.

Wooster That, Jeeves, is the good news. Take a letter, if you will.

Jeeves Yes, sir. Begin when ready.

Wooster Dear, and I write this with the greatest affection, young twits.

Jeeves Sir?

Wooster That's what he always called my chums, Jeeves. My uncle was the warmest of creatures. Young twits was a term of endearment.

Jeeves As you say, sir. Perhaps Dear friends would be an equally appropriate salutation?

Wooster As you wish, Jeeves. Shall we continue?

Jeeves Very good, sir.

Wooster My mad old Uncle Choo-Choo finally shuffled off this mortal coil.

Jeeves I regret to inform you of the passing of the Honorable Henry Benning.

Wooster If you write the Honorable Henry Benning no one's going to know who you mean. Everyone called him Uncle Choo-Choo.

Jeeves It is a delightful appellation, sir.

Wooster Delightful, Jeeves.

Jeeves Yes, sir.

Wooster And so, in loving memory, and so on and whatsits, invite you to a weekend wingding at Borogove Hall. Did you get all that down, Jeeves?

Jeeves Yes, sir. I shall send out the invitations this afternoon.