Boson Village IV - Return of the Vampires to Bosonville

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I would just like to introduce myself, I am Issa the Seamstress.

I can create any fine item you so desire, frilly knickers, corsets, mangirdles... your secrets will be safe with me whatever you wear under your breeches..

 

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My 'ride you home' lads all need matching frilly boxers!

 

In what colours, I have many fine fabrics, that will fulfill any desire.

Red, Blue, Pink, green.. what fabrics, silk, lace, a cotton mix blend? Also what cut would you like?

 

Let me introduce myself, Im Zachary Rustbucket the bestest blacksmith in the land, Im always willing to give the mares a good servicing

 

Well I was thinking of having them in my taverns colour:- The Blood Drinkers Inn. So Red.
And possibly in a design so it looked as though the red was being splashed over the Boson Village colour? (Green).

What sort of fabric would you recommend?
And should I go for a high cut or a low cut?

 

It depends on how revealing you want them to be. Silk will be comfortable, it won't chafe as they ride their customers home, but it may be a little revealing... green silk, with red embroidery?

 

Current player list:

1. Detective-Sheriff Dick Battery (JonnyMX)
2. Old Shizam Oopta Ma'nees the Sewage Worker (twizzle)
3. Vet Ant Bublés the Innkeeper (jay_s_uk)
4. Andreas Desforges the Scribe (Josiahb)
5. Issa the Seamstress (alicat)
6. Zachary Rustbucket the Blacksmith (reddevil12)
7. Captain Jack of the Royal Guards (nugget)
8. Fred the Witch Hunter (GSteer)
9. jk2447


If you want to play, it's not too late to sign up... just introduce yourself to the group!

 

I'm not to ******* happy about where this is going.

There is only one kind of under-crackers suitable for blokes.
Colour - grey.
Style - comfy.
Size - just big enough to get your hand down when you need a good scratch.

End of.

 

Ahh, you say that now but I am sure once you felt a pair of my silk boxers against your skin, you would have them in as many styles as I can provide. I make each pair uniquely..

 

You make each pair using a different unique production technique? I may be but a humble scribe but even I can see thats an unsustainable business model...

 

Sounds good!
And the more revealing the better
Do I pay less if less material is used?

 

You would think so, but these items are a work of beauty, the quality of the support, the shaping makes a man feel special.. and so they have a special price.

Of course each pair is unique, how else would I make sure the fit is perfect, plus I get to lay my eyes on many a fine manly form.. And I assure you dear scribe, many a man would pay triple the price I charge for my wonderful underwear.

I also make ladies clothes, ladies knickers, stockings and suspenders. I assure you my monies are all in order.

 

Do you have any samples or photos of your frilly knickers? Lol

 

Let me introduce myself. My name is Jack. That's Captain Jack to you, of the Kings royal Guards. Word has reached the Kings ears that there is another vampire infestation in or around this village. I'm part of the vanguard to search out and destroy said vile creatures of the night.

STAN'UPSTRAIGHTTHATMANATTHEBACKTHEREAN'PAYATTENTIONWHENASUPERIAHOFFIZAHISSPEAKIN'TOYOU,YOU'ORRIBLELITTLEMAN.

I have to warn you, I sleep with a stake and a bucket of garlic.

 

I hope we can get more than 9 people. We can go with 12, but 18 would be even better.

 

I don't sleep with anything that hasn't got a ****** and a pair of ***********.

 

Right you ****** bunch of wierdos and pooftas.
Any more mention of subversive underwear and you'll be playing 'drop the soap' down the local nick.

********** ** *** youth of today. With frills on.

 

You'd sleep with anything that had a pulse, or without one come to that.

 

As I shift in my slumber, disturbed by a waver in the ether, a hoot of an owl sends a shiver right through my bones. A time of darkness is upon us, the voices murmer and whisper, they howl at their everlasting torment and fight to be the first to escape when their own hell breaks through, but it is not my hand that controls their fate, not mine indeed.

I feel the swords calling my name, whispering in their own way, I can hear their chattering, their shuffling in their scabards tucked deep in the corner under the furs, a creak almost awakens me, my mind tricks me into thinking they are here, here too early, panicking I start to turn, turn back to that thankless task, turn back to the swords, another creak and a stroke of wavering light through my lids, they flutter, an apparation, heading towards me, but the murk has me, I can't reach through the veil to the woken world, reach through to my life, not the only one I've known but the one that fate has deigned to give me.

I can hear it now, the breathing, I start to roll towards the corner, but before I can move more than a half turn the voice cracks through my skull, shattering with it's years of insistance..

"You want this cuppa tea or not you lazy oaf?"

Ah, the noise, the reminder, but what is there to do, who would believe me anyway...a Witch-hunter called Fred, living with his mam Geraldine, who owns a pair of possed swords which can't remember their lefts from rights.

The shaking of my shoulder brings me around, the yellow eyes in the haggard face, the chipped red mug full of steaming liquid, and the dreadful thought that I'll need to sharpen the swords again despite their protests, a shiver goes through me and an owl hoots - the time is neigh and that veil is spread thin... but at least I've got a cuppa tea.

 

(out of character) All this talk of fancy underwear is pulling in some very nice Google ads. Much better than the usual dross...