[Gaming] [Gencon UK] Oh, all right then

Well, after considerable nudging from ddraiggwyrdd, I've folded and agreed to run some live-action games at Gencon UK (August 28th - 31st) this year. There's a few reasons for this - I haven't written anything for a few years and I've been concentrating on work instead, so I reckon it'll do me a power of good to do something different with my brain to prevent neural atrophy.
I'm only writing/running this year and I'm trying to avoid organisation so if others want to run stuff, please contact ddraiggwyrdd directly and not me.

I hope to see many of you there. I'm taking early bookings for roles in the below so please let me know if you'll be wanting to play:

Somewhere over the Atlantic, 1933.

The drone of the propellers made it impossible to hear low conversation at even the next table in the dining hall of the magnificent R-100 as she sailed gracefully westward at a steady twenty-five miles per hour. Although we could not have been overheard, I, Bertram Wilberforce Wooster, still lowered my voice and leaned forward to pass comment.
“I say, Jeeves”, I uttered. “Don’t look now, but you’ll never guess who is sitting with the Captain, not two tables behind you.”
“Indeed, sir?”
“It’s that film star chappy. You know, whatshisname. Plays a tramp a lot.”
“Mr Charles Chaplin, sir?”
“The very fellow! Sitting not fifteen feet away!”
Jeeves gave his neck a surreptitious crane to look around. “I think you’ll find, sir, that the gentleman in question is not Mr Charles Chaplin, but in fact Mr. Adolf Hitler, Chancellor of Germany, on his way to New York to address the League of Nations.”
“Good heavens. He’s the dead spit!”
“That is as may be, sir, but I should advise caution in making the observation. I hear that Herr Hitler only recently threatened to declare war on Czechoslovakia after their president passed a similar comment.”
“Cripes, so a bit of a humourless old stick, then, eh?”
“You might say so, sir.”
Theusually blithe brow of the Wooster folded in unaccustomed confusion. “But if that’s Hitler”, I said, thoughtfully, “then who the devil is that fellow over there?” I pointed to the other side of the dining room, where another man was dining alone. Jeeves nodded.
“I think you’ll find, sir, that that gentleman is in fact Mr. Charles Chaplin, star of stage and screen, returning from a triumphant tour of Europe and parts further afield. I am sure with both Mr Chaplin and Herr Hitler aboard the flight the possibilities for humourous misunderstandings will be rife.”
I quickly took it upon myself to reassure Jeeves that the idea was beyond the realms of possibility.
“Indeed, sir.”
I applied myself diligently to my sole frit au gourmet aux champignons and a quiet moment passed.
“I say, Jeeves?”
“Sir?”
“Who was that fellow you were getting all chummy with over lunch, earlier?”
“A Mr. Pennyworth, Sir. He’s the personal gentleman to Mr Wayne, the American Millionaire you were introduced to last night.”
“Who?”
“Mr. Wayne, sir. The American returning from his tour of the East. I was talking to his gentleman, Mr. Pennyworth. Apparently Mr. Wayne is returning with some valuable archaeological artefacts.”
“Ah, the ones that other American was talking about? The fellow with the hat and whip? Welsh name?”
“Dr Jones, sir, a gentleman of Midwestern extraction. Yes, I believe them to be the very ones.”
“Are they valuable, Jeeves?”
“I hear so, sir. They are to be delivered to the Gotham City Museum. The Italian gentleman over there – Mr Corleone – runs an import and export business which is handling the shipping.”
“So what were you and this other fellow talking about?”
“You impending nuptials, sir. Since you rather rashly became engaged to the former Mrs. de Winter, I have, at your request, been looking for ideas to - in your words - ‘get you out of it’. Apparently Mr. Wayne is a confirmed bachelor and I wished to compare notes with his man - your Aunt Agatha is most determined that this match of yours should come off, sir.”
I looked about just in case speaking of the dreaded Aunt might cause her to pop out of the floor in a flash of brimstone, like Mephistopheles in a music-hall show. “Good thinking, Jeeves. Any bright ideas? You’d need to be the cleverest fellow in the world to get me out of this jam. The Aunts are dead fixed on galumphing me up the aisle in pretty short order.”
“I regret not, sir, although your words do remind me that Mr. Albert Einstein, noted scientist, is aboard. He is widely regarded as being the cleverest fellow in the world.”
“Is he, by Jove? I’ll have to have words. A smarter fellow than you? Why, he must scoff simply tons of fish.”
“I could not speak as his dietary requirements sir, although it does strike me that ot only the famous detective, Mr Chan, is to your left, but also a writer for a famous metropolitan newspaper is aboard this very flight, sir. My sources indicate that he has been investigating the circumstances of Mrs. de Winter and her recent divorce and I might hazard to suggest you confer with him to see if he can give you any insight into the mind of the young lady.”
I nodded at the wisdom of this. “Sound thoughts, old egg. Who is the fellow?”
“A reporter by the name of Kent, sir.”
“Kent, eh? Sounds like a solid English name. Is he of the Berkshire Kents?”
“I rather think not, sir. I suspect that Mr. Kent is from considerably further away than that.”

The minds which brought you great moments in gaming such as: Diablerie on the Orient Express, Mars or Bust!, Hurrah for Saint Custards! and The Belles of Saint Hogwarts present:
Hitler, Charlie Chaplin, J Edgar Hoover, Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, Bruce Wayne and impeccable buttling in:
Reginald Jeeves and the Lost Ark

Hope to see many of my gaming chums there. Anyone want to play?