A warm greeting

["Martin Hirsch (Filarion)" <filarion@earthlink.net>]

RP log of the Jan 4th, 1999

Thanks to all participating players :)


You walk through the Fanmetal Gate.

Traffic Loop -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)(#644RntJ)
A plascrete roadway loops in a semicircle in front of the Harkonnen
Embassy. Ground traffic busily fills the loop, picking up and
discharging passengers. In the center of the loop is a huge granite
statue of a springing ram greeting all who enter. Ten flagpoles, each
flying a large blue banner, tower over the area.
Players:
 Boris
Exits:
 Slidewalk <N> leads to Negara II Plaza -- Embassy District (Kaitain)
 Fanmetal Gate <SW> leads to Garden of Bitterblooms -- Harkonnen Embassy
(Kaitain)

Andrei walks in from Garden of Bitterblooms through the Fanmetal Gate.

Andrei has arrived.

Filarion slenders out of the garden, arms crossed behind his back. As he
notices the Baron hebows to him. "Good evening My Lord Baron." As he
hears Andrei's usual lou footsteps he turns and bows slightly. "My Lord
na-Baron."

Andrei makes his way out of the embassy, his arms rested behind his back
in a military posture. With long strides, he approaches the two already
present, bowing his head towards his father, before giving Filarion a
light nod of his head, coming to a stop next to the Baron.

Ylena walks in from Garden of Bitterblooms through the Fanmetal Gate.

Ylena has arrived.

Boris speaks into his communicator.

Filarion turns around and bows to the Dowager-Countess. "M'Lady."

A Harkonnen Limosine pulls up near Boris.

Boris grumbles, "About time you all got here..."

Boris has left.

Boris enters the Harkonnen Limosine.

Ylena steps through the gates quietly, looking at the assmebled retinue.
She smiles then curtsies gracefully. "My Lord Broother, Nephew, Count,
good Evening."

Ylena has left.

Ylena enters the Harkonnen Limosine.

Harkonnen Limosine
The vehicle has been appointed with every luxury that can be installed
and still provide seating for six with room to spare. Two sets of three
seats face each other across a small, solid mohagony table. The sides of
the table have recessed handles for access to the compartments within. A
circular light over the table baths the inside of the limousine in a
soft light.
(For help see 'vhelp')
Players:
 Ylena                                              Boris

Andrei has arrived.

Filarion quietly takes a vacant seat.

Andrei nodded his head lightly to his aunt, prior to getting into the
limo.

Boris says something to the driver who nods.

There is a sense of acceleration as the limousine picks up speed.

Boris opens a flask of wine and slurps at it."Is this damned limousine
getting smaller, or what?" he grouses.

The limousine continues quickly to its destination.

The surroundings darken for a moment while going through a tunnel.

Ylena pulls her skirts closer around her so as not to annoy Boris.

Andrei settles himself back in the limo, with a soft grunt as he settles
back. He crosses his arms over his chest slowly, and lays his head back.
As he speaks, his tone holds a hint or irritation; "let's hope the visit
doesen't drag on for too long. I've not been inclined to spend too much
time with the royal Rastanyev harlet." With a soft chuckle, he adds;
"she _does_ fit with the bastard Moritani, though." Slowly, he turns his
head towards his father, seemingly to be on the brink of a reply, before
stopping himself.

Numerous vehicles can be seen darting through the avenues.
The vehicle idles near the destination, waiting for clearance.

Boris speaks to the driver.

Ylena purses her lips at the wait.

Filarion peers out of the darkened window.

The vehicle idles near the destination, waiting for clearance.

Boris drums his fingers on the arm of his seat. "Well, isn't it nice,
that we all gather like this. I tell you, I will have that limousine
driver sent to the deepest mine on Geidi! And his family, too!"
The vehicle idles near the destination, waiting for clearance.

Ylena fans herself, becoming more and more annoyed.

The vehicle idles near the destination, waiting for clearance.

Andrei glances to Filarion, with something faintly amused in his
expression. He gives a light chuckle, and comments; "we've not been
lucky with limo drivers, have we, eh?" His face splits open into a
smile, as he eyes Filarion.

The vehicle idles near the destination, waiting for clearance.
The driver turns to the passenger area, "Clearance has been granted."

The limousine decelerates steadily and comes to a smooth stop.

Boris nods. He gulps at his wine and belches in the confined area of the
limousine.

Boris has left.

Filarion turns his head to Andrei and grins lightly. "Indeed M'Lord. But
I'd rather blame that delay on someone else."
leave

Courtyard -- Rastanyev Embassy (Kaitain)(#662RLtJ)

        Solidite echoes dully underfoot as one travels across the paving
of the courtyard. The ornithopter pad is situated in the center.
Quarter-circle arcs stretch out from the yard, down the hill to the
northeast and northwest, respectively used as entrance and exit, the
half-circle space between the paths flowing with juniper as groundcover,
interlaced with narrow paths.
        To the north and south stretch the stone outer walls of the
embassy proper, made more to feel like a low, traditional house, with
the second floor smaller in area than the first, dotted with rows of
orderly tinted windows, diamond-shaped. The roof slopes down into the
walls themselves, concealed gutters keeping the nearly pyramidal
structure irrigating the manicured lawns. Ringing the building's grounds
is a stone wall, affording a modicum of privacy from passersby on the
street just beyond.

Players:
 Boris                                              Ivanova
Objects:
 Harkonnen Limosine
Exits:
 Front Gates <E> leads to Sheuset Square -- Embassy District (Kaitain)
 Front Door <W> leads to Reception Room -- Rastanyev Embassy (Kaitain)

Andrei exits the Harkonnen Limosine.

Andrei has arrived.

Ylena exits the Harkonnen Limosine.

Ylena has arrived.

Filarion climbs out of the Limo, holding the door open for the Lady.

The Harkonnen Limosine departs the area.

Ylena steps out of the Lime looking a bit peaked from the cramped
quarters and long wait.

This time, as if to somehow atone for the last time, there are standing
beside the vehicle a set of 4 guards. They seem to have been standing
there for some time now. Set in the center of them near the doorway is
Ivanova. She looks out, a lopsided grin upon her face as she watches the
Harkonnens arrive, "Baron..." She offers, "... Now how did I know it was
you?"

Filarion queues himself behind the other Harkonnen.

Zhia steps out through the front doors, from the reception room.

Zhia has arrived.

Andrei, who proceeds the lady out of the Limo, gives Filarion a scornful
glance, before stepping out into the courtyard. He moves up to the side
of his father, lightly bowing his head towards Ivanova with a wide smile
on his face, his expression changing rapidly with the steps to join the
Baron. "Lady Rastanyev!" He exlaims, giving a soft chuckle. "What an
unexpected pleasure to see you out here, in the courtyard." Smiling
still, he leans towards the Baron, and says; "I told you father, they
_do_ have a grasp of common courtisy.. When they wish to have it."

Boris chuckles in spite of himself. He nods to his son, then turns to
Ivanova. "How gracious of you to receive us, Lady. You're looking
well."pose bows to the Lady Rastanyev with an expressionless face.

Filarion bows to the Lady Rastanyev with an expressionless face.

Belgoth steps out through the front doors, from the reception room.

Belgoth has arrived.

Ivanova smiles sweetly as she forces her voice into the same saccharine,
"My dear na-Baron... please do not get your hopes so high. I'm afraid
these were not brought about for you." She then turns and courtsies to
Baron Harkonnen.
Belgoth walks out of the Embassy and stops near the door. He looks
around the visitors and hmms to himself.

Andrei moves a hand up to cover his mouth, as he gives a polite chuckle.
"Ofcourse not, m'lady. I, after all, know who my father am." He blinks
both eyes, before resting his hands behind his back.

Ylena steps forward slightly then sweeps into a deep elegant curtsy, her
skirts whispering softly around her. 'Good e'en My Lady." she murmers
softly.

Out of a second Car, 4 Harkonnen guards emit, taking their positions
behind the Harkonnen family, quietly scanning the area with their gazes.

Ivanova raises only to curtsy a second time towards Ylena, "Lady
Harkonnen. I am pleased to see you again. I hope all is well." Her eyes
glance quickly towards the guards that emerge.

One of the guards, is pushing a handsome boy in his teens in front of
him.

Ylena smiles , adjusting her skirts to fall delicatly around her. "Aye,
and I am most pleased to see My Lady well, this e'en."

Boris says, "It's been too long since we've spoken, eh? Ah, here are the
gifts, Lady. Filarion..."

Boris gestures for Filarion to step forward.

Filarion walks up to the Lady, offering a nearly circular, wrapped
bundle.

Andrei simply watches, a faint smile on his face, he eyes the bundle for
a few moments, before glancing up to study Ivanova's face, his own
expression a mask of amusement.

Belgoth is walks up to Zhia, and quietly whispers something to her,
pointing in turn to the Harkonnens. He is probably telling her who is
who.

Andrei turns his head a little, to peer towards the two newcomers of the
Rastanyev. Then, he looks back to Ivanova.

Ivanova looks towards the offered package. Her eyebrow raising lightly.
She nods to one of the guards that flank the garden and he steps forward
to retrieve the gift. The guard turns and presents it to Ivanova.

Within the bundle is an ornately crafted, finely made spiked bullwhip,
studded with precious stones. Boris grins proudly as the guards shove
the boy forward. Clearly, the two are intended to go together.

Boris says, "On behalf of my House to yours, Lady Ivanova, I hope you
enjoy these gifts. Use them with pleasure, eh?"

Color rises to Ylena's cheeks and she looks away quickly, seeming
uncomfortable and somewhat embarassed.

Filarion steps back to his place, an amused smile playing on his face.

Ivanova looks at the boy and then towards Boris. A challenge is issued
in her eyes as she responds, "I might... though I'm uncertain if
pleasure should come from or be received."

Boris throws back his head and laughs. "Whichever you prefer! It's the
privilege of rank to do as you please, eh?" He pauses. "You know, this
reminds me of a joke..."

Ylena blushes all the more, worrying her bottom lip between her front
teeth, her hands nervously adjusting and readjusting the heavy folds of
her skirts.

Ivanova watches Ylena carefully as she casually waves the guard away.
"Please do tell me... good Baron Harkonnen."

Andrei slowly raises a hand to cover his mouth. As if to cover the large
smile splitting his face open. His hand however, moves rather slowly.
Probably intentionaly. Glancing towards his father, he chuckles lightly.
"Do we know who the boys father is, my lord Baron?" Dropping his hand to
his side, he smiles towards Ivanova. "I'm sorry to say, that we are
pretty certain who sired the lad.." Frowning a bit, he glances towards
the slaveboy, giving a shrug as he looks back to the lady. "Maybe you'll
be able to enjoy him anyway, eh?"

Filarion, too, glances at Ylena raising his eyebrow just a little bit,
then redirecting his attention to the Siridars.

Boris says, "Seems there were two of them, eh, the masochist and the
sadist in a tryst, eh? The masochist says, 'Hit me! Hit me!' And the
sadist, being a sadist, do you know what he says to her?"

Ylena appears to have taken a great interest in the fascade of the
Rastanyev embassy, as that is where she is staring, nearly blankly, as
if trying to drone out the nearby proceedings. Her cheeks continue to
color as the spectacle. continues.

Andrei turns his head towards his father, smiling as he awaits the
punchline. Now and then, he glances to Ivanova.

Ivanova tilts her head to one side, "No Baron... please do enlighten
us."

Boris snickers, "He says.." He laughs at his own line, "He says, 'No!'"

The Harkonnen guards laugh promptly, as if on cue.

Filarion grins widely, snickering quietly to himself, his glance is
focussed at the other members of the Rastanyev's house.

Ylena blushes furiously, her head hanging a bit as her shoulders creep
up almost protectivly.

Belgoth smiles and nods "Heard that before."

Andrei turns his head towards Ivanova, studying her, smiling widely. He
chuckles softly, a sound so fake, that it sounds plastic.

Ivanova lets a small smile pass over her face, but no more. She waves
forward the two behind her, "Baron... i do not believe you've had the
chance to meet... my cousin, Count Belgoth Borisovich Rastanyev. And
Ambassador Zhia Inganamort."

Andrei turns his head towards Belgoth slowly, raising a brow slowly.

Filarion coughs into the back of his gloved hand, shifting his feet a
bit on the paved ground, creating an audible noise.

Boris nods to the two as he's introduced. He grins broadly at Belgoth.
"Borisovich, eh? Son of Boris? You're one of my bastard brood, eh? Well,
don't go asking for money, young man, I've got my hands full already!"

Belgoth smiles and nods "Yes Baron, my father's name was also Boris. But
I am not your son, and I have plenty of money, your miserable pocket is
not required." He chuckles slightly and nods politely to the rest of the
Harkonenn family "Pleasure to meet you all, and nice to see you again
Filarion."

Boris finds this jest hysterical and guffaws at his own words.

Filarion turns to one of the Harkonnen guards. "Go and bring the Baron
and his family something to refresh themselves with, and be quick!"

Ylena suddenly goes very very pale, her form swaying the slightest bit,
like the frond of a palm tossed by an ocean wind.

Boris pauses. "Miserable? Eh? What's this little snot saying, Lady?"

Andrei laughs softly, slowly shaking his head; "he may not have the
breeding of a bastard, but he does have the manners of one." He comments
into the air while studying Belgoth, as if clinicly examening a labrat.

Boris snaps, "You've upset my sister, Count...."

Boris puts a protective arm around his sister's shoulders, glowering at
Belgoth.

The Harkonnen Guard returns with a silver tray, a bottle of wine and
three goblets positioned on it.

Ivanova merely smiles as she glances between Belgoth and Boris. Instead
of answering either question posed, she kneels down and waves the small
child towards her. She studies the child from this level.

Boris looks about. "What a fine sort of ...ornithopter pad this is, eh
Andrei? How wide and flat. And solid."

Ylena simply appears to be wishing rather desperatly she were somewhere
else at the moment, her visage still completly devoid of any natural
healthy color.

The Guard walks around, offering the Harkonnen wine.

Andrei snorts, a sharp, short, cold sound of inpending violence. He
peers at Belgoth for a few moments, before turning his head towards
Boris, lightly nodding it. "Flat and Solid.." Turning to glance at
Ivanova, he murmurs out; "some would describe the Rastanyev leadership
in that fashion." He smiles again, chuckling before adding; "what a
happy occation, none of them are here, eh?"

Ivanova speaks lightly to the child, seeming to ignore the na-Baron's
snide remarks. "What is your name child?" She asks in a low tone.

Boris accepts a glass of wine and holds it up to his sister's mouth,
with one arm still about her shoulders. "Don't let him upset you, Sister
dear. He's just in from the provinces and still reeks of turnips."

The boy averts his eyes and says in a low voice, "Klaus, my lady."

Ylena takes the offered wine, and takes a small sip, trying not to spill
any upon her dress with her shaking hands.

Ivanova places a finger to lift the boy's face and those his eyes, "Do
you know where you're at?"

Andrei chuckles softly, nodding his head lightly at his fathers remark.
"I suppose we should be grateful. Atleast, they seemed to have cleaned
themselves after furtelizing the fields." His expression is quite
amused, as he glances towards Belgoth.

Belgoth smirks and crosses his arms, resting both of his hands on the
hilts of his rapier and gauche. He smiles in Andrei's direction and
murmurs "I was born of high blood, and I have a manners of a noble. I do
not stand and listen to an insult without a witty comback - that would
be a dishonor, and a sign of weakness." Belgoth shrugs and sighs "I do
not expect you to understand. You were not raised like I was."

The boy, a baby-faced blond fellow, nods. "I am your gift, Lady. I look
forward to servicing you in whatever way you demand."

Ivanova closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. She shakes her head and
begins to raise from her kneeling position. "Baron... might I speak with
you along for a moment?" She waves Zhia forward, lightly placing her
hand on the boy's shoulder and indicating he should go with her.

Filarion raises two fingers, to stop the guards that were already
stepping forward. He clears his throat. "My /Count/ Belgoth. I feel
obliged to inform you that you will cease any insults directed at a
member of the Siridar family Harkonnen at once, else bear the
consequences."

Ylena's head snaps toward Belgoth. "So My Lord, having never met me
afore this e'en, My Lord would presume to know how I myself have been
raised, and what I feel?" Her hands continue to shake and she continues
meekly. "My Lord then has a talent for seeing into other people's
minds." She turns to Lady Ivanova, then to her family and curtsies
deeply. "Forgive me My Lords, My Lady, I fear that I am most unwell,
most unwell." With that she looks at the Guards who arrange for a
Limosine for her.

Ylena steps through the main gates and onto the path leading to Sheuset
Street.

Ylena has left.

Andrei : Turning his head back towards his father, smiling he comments;
"I'd say he wasn't raised like me! To be born the heir of a house-Major,
is somewhat diffrent to being born.." Slowly he turns his head back
towards Belgoth, eyes narrowing as he continues; "..in a pigpen, by a
dirty bitch, probably chased down by whatever man _claiming_ to have
sired you, even if I would doubt anyone would claim responsability for
that." With a snort, he takes a step forward; "would you like to make
something of it, _sir_?"

Zhia steps foward, and gently takes the child into the Rastenyev
Embassy.

Ivanova takes a moment to step forward, raising a single hand before
Belgoth, "ENOUGH!" Her voice is raised into a thin tone, "If you... BOYS
are done playing."

Boris purses his lips. He looks towards Ivanova briefly, then laughs.
"Did you plan to ambush us on your Embassy doorstep, Lady? With this
provincial fellow here?"

Belgoth quirks an eyebrow at Andrei "I wonder why you constantly doubt
my heritage? May it be that you are not so sure of your own?" He takes a
step forward and nods "Yes, in fact I..." and is interrupted by Ivanova.
Belgoth throws her an unhappy look and turns to Anrei again, hissing
through his teeth "Perhaps another time. It seems the Lady does not with
us to disturb the party any longer."

Zhia steps through the main gates and onto the path leading to Sheuset
Street.
Zhia has left.

Boris sighs, puffing out his cheeks. "Lady, Lady. What a disagreeable
sort of person young Borisovich has turned out to be..." he says, sadly.

Boris says, "I would so hate relations between our houses to be affected
by his obvious fear of us..."

Andrei laughs softly while eyeing Belgoth. "Good thing you have your
mistress here to protect you, my little farmer boy." Glancing to
Ivanova, he gives a snoft snort, and a light shake of his head. "I'll
not stand here while this crude peasant insults me and my family. I
advise you to correct him, m'lady.. Or I'll not bear you "hospitality" a
moment longer." The word "hospitality" is more or less spat out.

"It seems you do not enjoy our... hospitality... in either thread
na-Baron." Ivanova inclines her head slightly. Her voice is level but
stern, "Regardless... if we are done with this prattle, I saying...
Baron." She turns towards Boris, "I should very much like to speak with
you... in private."

Filarion steps a bit forward, nearly sidde to side with the Baron and
Andrei, his face a grim mask, his left brow twiching. His thumbs are
hooked up in his unusually broad belt.

Belgoth growls and walks past Andrei toward the square.

Belgoth steps through the main gates and onto the path leading to
Sheuset Street.

Belgoth has left.

Andrei bows his head lightly towards Ivanova. "Then stand by your
choise, my lady Rastanyev. The stench of manure in this place, is
overbearing of my senses, in any case." His expression is cold, as he
turns and walks back towards the area of vehicles, calling in a request
as he does so.

Andrei speaks into his communicator.

Boris says, "Shall we stand out here on your doorstep like travelling
salesmen?"

A Harkonnen Limosine pulls up near Andrei.

Ivanova sighs lightly and shakes her head, "Two in one night." She says
lightly under her breath before reopening her eyes and presenting the
remaining Harkonnen a pleasanter smiles, "Please... come in."

Andrei has left.

Andrei enters the Harkonnen Limosine.

Filarion nods to the Baron and shortly to the Lady, then departing with
Andrei. The Guards remain at the place.

Harkonnen Limosine