I'm not sure you'd want to live vicariously through me, Miss. I don't exactly get out all that often but when I do I like a few pints at a good pub and a long walk home under the stars.
[After carefully knocking out the poor mind controlled intruder Alfred heads down to the boiler room, entering with a suspicious look around to make sure they are alone and then comes over to Charles.]
[ behold: a sweaty tiny man, holding onto a lever by a large, vibrating, metal thing, other hand to hip. he was completely serious about not stepping away from the thing. ]
See, I was trying to walk back what I'd done wrong, and then I sensed that something - someone - was afoot above, and that left me in quite the bind, as you can see. [ charles indicates, with a flourish, and the groaning thing beside him. ] You wouldn't happen to know what to do with this, do you?
[Alfred sighs and takes off his black suit jacket and begins to roll up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt.]
Looks like you've overloaded and overheated it, just hold onto that lever while I take a look.
[He instructs and hunkers down to undo the lower grate system and peer inside, muttering softly to himself before reaching inside. He hisses in pain for a second as he turns a short valve and steam hits his arm but soon the groaning starts to lessen.]
[ the whole time that alfred is working, charles is recounting the events of the rest of the night - his kitchen misadventure that led to the boiler room discovery, and the manual he'd had to find, the slight detour to get a drink of port because of course, and then the confusion regarding the levers and the knobs and oh, it's a lot of noise, it must be such hard work to maintain all of this daily— and the horrible part is charles means everything sincerely. all too genuinely.
were he not a telepath with an obscene amount of money at his disposal, he likely would be dead from a stupendously ridiculous misunderstanding.
he lets go, and very carefully, hooting in triumph when alfred succeeds where he has failed in fixing things. ]
You are a miracle worker, my good sir, this is wonderful! Thank you, Mister Pennyworth, and on such short notice—
[The only reason Alfred isn't giving Charles a good smack upside the head is because he is being so sincere and he can't really fault the boy for not knowing how a boiler works. It's not common knowledge, especially not for someone as rich as he is.]
You're very welcome sir, but perhaps next time you should just give your maintenance man a call before trying to fix it yourself.
[ he even sounds aghast, like the thought of calling the man for a few hours' work never crossed his mind. it hasn't; holidays are meant to be savoured, uninterrupted. ]
And I think we did very well for ourselves, have we not, Mister Pennyworth? The ah, interloping person aside. Cheers to us!
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I'm not sure you'd want to live vicariously through me, Miss. I don't exactly get out all that often but when I do I like a few pints at a good pub and a long walk home under the stars.
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All right I'm on my way.
I'll knock the intruder out and then you can explain everything.
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[ just a mad in tweed sweating next to a heater, nothing weird about this at all. ]
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Well?
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And long enough to tire me out and work through the drinks I've had.
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I'm the legal guardian of a young man and it wouldn't do for him to see me in such a state.
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[ behold: a sweaty tiny man, holding onto a lever by a large, vibrating, metal thing, other hand to hip. he was completely serious about not stepping away from the thing. ]
See, I was trying to walk back what I'd done wrong, and then I sensed that something - someone - was afoot above, and that left me in quite the bind, as you can see. [ charles indicates, with a flourish, and the groaning thing beside him. ] You wouldn't happen to know what to do with this, do you?
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Looks like you've overloaded and overheated it, just hold onto that lever while I take a look.
[He instructs and hunkers down to undo the lower grate system and peer inside, muttering softly to himself before reaching inside. He hisses in pain for a second as he turns a short valve and steam hits his arm but soon the groaning starts to lessen.]
All right, you should be able to let go now.
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were he not a telepath with an obscene amount of money at his disposal, he likely would be dead from a stupendously ridiculous misunderstanding.
he lets go, and very carefully, hooting in triumph when alfred succeeds where he has failed in fixing things. ]
You are a miracle worker, my good sir, this is wonderful! Thank you, Mister Pennyworth, and on such short notice—
Ah, is the gentleman upstairs alive?
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I've known him since he was a baby so he's become something of a son to me.
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You're very welcome sir, but perhaps next time you should just give your maintenance man a call before trying to fix it yourself.
And yes, of course he is.
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[ he even sounds aghast, like the thought of calling the man for a few hours' work never crossed his mind. it hasn't; holidays are meant to be savoured, uninterrupted. ]
And I think we did very well for ourselves, have we not, Mister Pennyworth? The ah, interloping person aside. Cheers to us!
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[He repeats and grabs a near by rag to wipe his hands on, he then inspects his arm where the steam hit and motions that they can leave.]
I'm going to suggest we call the police to deal with the intruder and then perhaps we can have some tea.
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