From: petitc@nuge106.its.rpi.edu (Christopher Jon Petit)
Subject: Snobtrek:  The Royal Generation "Horse of a Different Color" Part 2
Reply-To: petitc@rpi.edu
Organization: Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy, NY.
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 1992 17:57:26 GMT

[We see Picard, Deanna, Laforge and Data complete their jumping motion and
land in a thick bank of snow.  Big Ben is chiming overhead, and a cool wind
is blowing past them.  A group of poorly-clad children are running past and
laughing]

Kid #1 [to Picard]:  Your majesty, could we please have just a few farthings
                     for our supper?

Picard:  I'm terribly sorry, my lad, but I don't have any farthings to give.

Kid #1:  B-But kings are always rich, aren't they?

Picard:  I'm afraid we aren't always.

Kid #2 [to Kid #1]: You're wasting your time.  'e's no gentleman.

Kid #1 [to Kid #2]:  I guess you're right.

[The two kids run off, looking for other people to beg from]

Laforge:  Your majesty, perhaps we should try to change clothes, before we get
          confused with the royality of this time period.

Deanna:  Viscount Laforge is right.  I sensed sadness and hostility from those
         children.  Finding someone dressed as royality, but unwilling to help
         them live certainly reenforces their feelings of hatred towards the
         king of this region.

Picard:  You're both right.  But, we don't have any money with us.  You know
         we haven't used gold coinage, except in displays, for centuries.

Laforge:  I know, your majesty.  But, perhaps, we could try to get jobs.

Picard:  What did people DO in this time period, Viscount Laforge?

Laforge:  I don't know, your majesty.  But Data might know.

Picard:  Data?

Data:  Your majesty, I believe (if my information is correct), that we are in
       what was called London, England, during the mid to late 19th century.
       If I remember correctly, people were blacksmiths, butchers, bakers, and
       candlestick makers.

Picard:  Certainly people did more things than that.

Data:  They did, your majesty, but those are all the jobs I believe we could
       perform.  Also, the last three I guessed from an ancient story, which
       was called a fairy tale.

Picard [amused]: A fairy tale?

Data:  Yes, your majesty.

[Amused snickers arise from the entire crew]

Data:  I fail to see what you all find so amusing.

[Everyone but Data bursts out laughing.  This attracts some attention from a
Bobby (local policeman)]

Bobby:  `ere now, what's going on?

		<< Insert Cheezy Commercial (tm) here >>

[He stops for a second, then stares at the richly ornamented garments that they
are wearing]

Bobby:  Your majesty.  I had no idea!

Picard:  It's quite alright, my good fellow.  You're doing a fine job.  Carry
         on.

Bobby:  Thank you, your majesty.

[The Bobby leaves the scene.  Then Picard notices a local tavern.]

Picard:  Maybe we can get some help in there.  Let's go.

[The landing party enters a small tavern.  It has a faint atmosphere of dirt-
iness, but nothing specific.  The bar stools have worn wood, and faded velvet
covers.  Many small tables are crammed into the tavern, making movement between
them nearly impossible.  The tavern is practically empty, except for a few
regulars.  A few candles glow faintly overhead, stuck in mock chandiler holds]

Picard [whispers to Data]:  Duke Data, what do I do in here?

Data:  I believe, your majesty, you go up to the large bar and ask for a drink.

Picard:  Is there anything particular you could recomment from this time
         period?

Data:  I believe that Rum was a good choice, your majesty.

Picard:  Thank you, Duke Data.

[Picard walks up to the bar.  He gets odd stares from the regulars, as well
as from the barkeep]

Picard:  Sir, I believe I would like to order a drink.

Guy #1:  'ere now, list'n two the way 'e talks!  [He bursts out laughing]
         "Siiiir,    Aye belIIEEEEEEve  AAAYYE woood lIIIIIk  twoooooo ooorrr
          drrrrr  aaa dreenk."  [He laughs even harder, and a few of the
          other regulars also start laughing]

Barkeep:  What would suit you?

Picard:  A rum.

Guy #2:  A rum.  Listen to the lad.  [Bursts out laughing]
         Kiddie drinks!

[At this point, Picard seems quite upset.  He turns to them, his face a nice
shade of pink, and says]

Picard:  SILENCE!!

[Everyone quiets down quickly, and two of the guys cower in fear]

Picard:  Now, I am your king, and I DEMAND to be treated as such.

Guy #1:  Aw, we didn' mean nothin' by it.  Just having a little fun.

Picard:  That's not my idea of 'fun.'

Guy #1 [muttering]:  Alright, alright.

Guy #1 [to himself]:  Royality has no sense of humor.

Picard:  Oh, one last thing.

Barkeep:  Yes, what is it now?

Picard:  What day and year is today?

Barkeep:  Are you serious?

Picard:  I am.

Barkeep:  It's 1890, the year of Our Lord, and the date is December 24th.

		<< Insert Cheezy Commercial (tm) here >>




-- 
 *HUGS*, a @>---'--,----, and a :&) to whoever needs them.
"Whoever said that life was fair never read the rules, and found out that
there were none."
"Mysteries are for detectives; confusion is what the rest of us get."



Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative,rec.arts.tv,rec.arts.sf.tv