Scream When You’re Winning


In honor of a long week and the approaching end of the current hostilities with Neusomeplacesilly, Her Grace the Duchess of Carntaigh, Gabrielle Riel decided to throw a party for the express purpose of screaming ones “weaselly black guts” out.

As usually, much of the cream’ d’la creme of Caledon’s Gala Grandees were in attendance, setting aside their ongoing concerns for a chance to scream in the dignified confines of Coughton Court.

There are certain moments in time when one has no real choice but to scream, and all of Caledon is grateful to the perspicacious Duchess of Carntaigh for providing such a lovely venue for it. The Duchess herself has very nice lungs, and from what I have heard, can be quite a screamer when the situation is suitably intense.

As the Gala Grandees have come to demand, the Duchess herself provided the musical accompaniment to the evening, once again selecting from her vast number of lewd dance music. I fully expect her audio feed to require age verification in the future, lest someone in Europe sues her.

A highlight of the evening was of course yet another public appearance of the fabled Duchess Sandwich. On this evening, so important to Duchess Gabi’s continued mental health, it was quite appropriate that the “Beef d’Jour” was her own knight errant, Mr. Red Caliber. I hope that the lovely Duchess of Loch Avie received her due and that her fair cousin did not monopolize ALL his attentions during the “Forbidden Dance of Pagan Kings”.

Yet again, all Caledon is in the debt of Duchess Carntaigh and her unerring sense of party planning. I am sure this relaxing, if somewhat loud break did us all a great deal of good. Now then, ON WITH THE WAR!


Mr. Red Caliber (above) assisting the Duchess of Carntaigh in looking for a lost contact lens.


My beloved ward, kiralette Kelley (above) and Miss Darkling Elytis…a bewitching contrast.


Eva Bellambi, Duchess Loch Avie (above) telling you to Walk This Way.


Mr. Americanpsyco98 Book and Baroness Amber Palowakski (above) each wearing Caledonian Tartan skirts…and nothing else….and they say patriotism is dead.


Miss Hermoine Pennyfeather (aka Agent P) (above), raising even more hell than usual.


Miss Violet Schnabel (above), more lovely and colorful than her namesake.


The happily betrothed Mr. Edward Pearse and Miss Christine McAllister (above), rehearsing their vows.


Yours truly (above), showing that evil is the new funky.



  1. A wonderful, stress-relieving event! Kudos to Duchess Carntaigh as always. Thank you for your concern for my enjoyment of the Sandwich, Lord Bardhaven. Not to worry.

  2. Thank you for your thoughtful and detailed description of my soiree last evening. It was a gathering of very high energy, and I am so glad you were able to join us. I think there was *quite* a bit of screaming going on…I know I heard some screams…and added my own to the mix… ;-)

  3. Bah.

    And I had to miss it.


    Never again.

  4. *examine the photos carefully, then sighs in relief, wiping a bead of sweat from her bow*

  5. Thank you for making sure that was a rear and *not* frontal shot of me! *winks*

  6. I shrug. Another one of those gin-soaked bacchanals.. Some of us had their duty to attend to … (resumes charting Anti-Aircraft defense map of Neualtenburg)..

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