RP: 1/27/99 -- Weather problems

[Zami Wahye <wahye@yahoo.com>]

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Central Plaza -- Embassy District (Kaitain)

Cesare comes from the Sheuset Square.
Cesare has arrived.
Cesare enters the plaza, looking quite aggrivatingly at the sky.

Bisel sits at the base of the statue, his knees are curled close into 
  him. His face is a long pout.

Cesare mutters something to himself as he notices the youth loitering by 
  the statue. He strides angrily across the square and stops a few paces 
  from the disgruntled young man. "You, there....boy" he says 
  imperiously, "Get away from that statue. Your very vagrant presence is 
  enough to defile the name of Jehanne Butler. Were you alive in her 
  time, you'd be dead simply for being such a dirty, disagreeable little 
  wretch."

Carstairs has arrived.

Bisel jerks his eyes upwards towards the man speaking to him. His eyes 
  grow wide and he suddenly shuffles backwards against the statue, 
  trying to use it for support to stand.

Carstairs walks into the plaza with a measured gait. He wiggles his 
  upper lip, and glances about from left to right frequently.

A Harkonnen Limosine pulls in and comes to a smooth stop.

Cesare scowls into the face of the surprised boy. "Did you not hear me? 
  Go...a....way. You are decimating the tranquility of this area. Trash 
  belongs in a trash bin, not marring the face of so beautiful a 
  monument as this."

Cato comes from the Negara II Plaza.
Cato has arrived.

Bisel makes a nod that looks little better than a mere shivering of his 
  head up and down. He begins to take a couple of steps away from the 
  statue as indicated and then stands there, within arms reach, his head 
  bowed and his arms clasped before his body.

Nils comes from the Sheuset Square.
Nils has arrived.

Iohannes comes from the Sheuset Square.
Iohannes has arrived.

Juhren comes from the Sheuset Square.
Juhren has arrived.

Carstairs reaches into a pocket and produces a paor of pince-nez 
  oillense spectacles, which he props on his nose. He then reaches 
  deliberately into another pocket and produces a chronometer. he 
  studies it thuroughly before slowly replacing it.

Cesare scoffs indignantly, "Do not stand there like an idiot, though 
  without a doubt you are one. Leave this place, you filthy little 
  urchin." He begins to wave his arms, shooing away the boy.

Suddenly, the sky grows black as thick clouds roll in and threaten to 
  release their loads. A distant rumbling can be heard.

Filarion exits the Harkonnen Limosine.
Filarion has arrived.

Juhren looks up, surprised to see all of the people there...

Lita has arrived.

The Harkonnen Limosine departs the area.

Juhren says, "I'm sorry, I must be intruding on something... am I my 
  Lord Count?"

Bisel runs away... or should we say around the statue. He looks behind 
  him at the man, taunting really as he pauses with each step to look 
  back at the noble as if to see if he is still being chased.

Iohannes sweeps into a low bow to those siridari present. He bows less 
  formally, but in a more friedly manner, to those of rouighly equal 
  rank.

Filarion exits the car, Lita rushing out, first. Peering around he 
  blinks a bit, surprised as well by the amount of prominent faces here.
 
Nils is wheeled into the square by Dr. Schadenfreude. He looks around 
  befuddled at the amount of people simply standing about in the square. 
  Noticing Cesare, he nods slightly.

Cesare points to the fleeting young man. "Go escort that aggregious 
  pubsecent monster out of the area, Squire. He offends me."

Carstairs glances up at the sky, and lowers his glasses a little. He 
  licks his lips and shakes his head at the sky before looking back to 
  the plaza, concentrating on looking from right to left.

The skies prove to not lie as suddenly sheets upon sheets of rain come 
  pouring down into the square.

Juhren bows to Cesare, and then turns to the others and bows, somewhat 
  less low, to the others. "Who would you have me escort My Lord Count?"

Cato walks out the main gate of the Ginaz embassy, looking up at the sky 
  with an amused smile on his face. He snaps open his briefcase and 
  rumages around inside it, obviously looking for something. After a 
  hard battle, he emerges with a plaid umberlla, which he snaps open 
  (holding in a sneeze at all the dust that billows off of it), just in 
  time to catch the downpour.

Iohannes moves over toward the Alvst siridar, once again bowing. He 
  exchanges a brief whispered conversation with Schadenfreude.

Carstairs muffles a cry and then darts under a tree, covering his head 
  with his right arm. Again he wiggles his upper lip, and looks up 
  frowningly at the sky.

No longer being chased by the Noble, Bisel runs close to the statue, 
  cowering there as if that were able to provide him with some 
  protection from the rain.

Cesare turns to the assistant, his face livid with anger, "Do you see 
  anything other than /one/ urchin here, Squire?" He points again to 
  Bisel, who has fled from him. "There! Now apprehend the menace and 
  kindly take him out of my presence."

A Bajazet Staffcar pulls in and comes to a smooth stop.

Kalador exits the Bajazet Staffcar.
Kalador has arrived.

Juhren looks around him for the offending young man...

Filarion seems to be in a bit of a hurry, only having wanted to walk the 
  rest of the way home. He manages a bow towards the higher nobles, 
  before dragging Lita along to continue on their way.

Iohannes grimaces as he pulls his cloak up to cover his head, he helps 
  Schadenfreude escourt the Viscount to a more sheltered spot.
And quickly moves over towards him.

Kalador steps out of his car mumbling to himself, his attache case in 
  one hand, a can in the other.

Nils looks up into the sky, blinking as his eyes are hit with blinding 
  rain. He pulls his blanket over his head to shield himself from the 
  downpour, and looks around to his various guards and attendants, in 
  hope of finding one with an umbrella.

As quickly as it came, the rain stops, leaving behind it gusts of cold 
  air like that from the northern regions.

Kalador blinks looking up at the sky as the rain suddenly stops, 
  "Infernal contraptions..."

Bisel stays huddled near the statue, his arms wrapped tightly about his 
  small body. His clothes are completely drenched as he shivers.

Carstairs steps out from under the tree shivering, his clothes dampened 
  from the rain. He exclaims as he escapes the trees coverage, "I say!"

Cesare raises his hands to the sky and shakes them angrily, shaking 
  droplets of rain from his robes, as though admonishing nature itself, 
  "God rot the Guild! This blasted weather is entirely unacceptable. 
  They've no right to take over nature!"

Juhren grimices as he look at Bisel, "Now look here boy, " he growls, "I 
  take no comfort in having to play nursemaid, but My Count has ordered 
  it. Now follow me, and try to stay out of trouble." He turns, and 
  moves backward, where he can see, and yet stay out of the way.

Cato grunts in suprise at the vagarities of the weather, and shakes off 
  his umbrella (releasing another deadly wave of dust). He seems to 
  watch the antics of the Moritani Siridar with no small amusement as he 
  refolds the umbrella and tucks it under his armpit... just in case.

Juhren looks up at the sky, to see if there seems to be any more rain 
  coming.

Iohannes shivers, and hastily barks orders in Alvst to a variety of 
  servants. They quickly rush to bring dry blankets, which are draped 
  over Nils, replacing that one drenched in the downpour. Others bring 
  slightly warmer clothing.

Bisel looks up at Juhren. His eyes seem to whine for him... a puppy dog 
  couldn't make a more pathetic face.

Juhren turns to look at the boy as he wanders off. "I said to stay with 
  me!"

Kalador begins to walk eyeing the sky carefully.

The sky seems to be filling with rain again, and Jurhen looks over at 
  the boy.

Nodding his head quickly, Bisel quickly runs up along side of Juhren. 
  His eyes retain its pathetic look.

Carstairs asks noone in paritcular, "Whatever might be done about all 
  this?" He frowns and looks to the sky searchingly.

Nils, now a dry, toasty pile of blankets, looks with dismay at the 
  darkening sky.

Iohannes curses bitterly, shaking his fist at the heavens. Fortunately a 
  servant tosses a tarpaulin over the now dry Viscount.

Juhren turns quickly to the boy, "Follow me." he commands.
 
Cesare shakes his head to the minor noble, "Nothing may be done. We must 
  suffer through this until they correct their weather manipulating 
  abominations."

As if to answer Cesare, the sky suddenly opens and clears. A bright sun 
  beats down on everyone.

Kalador glancing in Cesare's direction, noticing him for the first time.
  
Bisel nods again and makes haste with his small feet to keep up with 
  Juhren.

Cesare raises a wry eyebrow to the sky, "Yes, how pleasant. It will 
  likely last for around five minutes, and then we'll have snow."

Kalador starts in a hurried pace towards Cesare, in hopes of catching 
  him before the noble leaves.

Juhren had started to move under a tree, but with the prospect of the 
  sun to dry him and the boy off, he moves out into the sunlight.

Cato sighs heavily, and slips the umbrella out from under his arm, 
  struggling for a moment to work the decrepit opening mechanism. He 
  unfolds the device quickly, and then looks up expectantly at the sky 
  for its watery blessing. However, since it instantly clears up, he 
  stands looking rather foolish with his umbrella held over his head 
  under a clear sky. However, Cato's face grows determined, and he 
  begins to walk across the square, umbrella held high.

Bisel nearly bumps into Juhren as the man suddenly changes his intended 
  direction. With a gasp, Bisel backs away and meeps.

Carstairs coughs and dips his head with respect to Cesare, "Yes milord, 
  still pity if nothing can be done, we shall all of us have to suffer." 
  He looks againat the sky, and shakes his head. When he looks down he 
  takes off his pincenez oillense spectacles and cleans them with a 
  hankerchief.

Nils struggles with the tarpaulin, almost suffocating under the heavy 
  sheet of plastic. He manages to cut a small breathing hole in the 
  sheet with a penknife, and sits breathing happily until he notices 
  that the rain has stopped.

Juhren glances at the boy, and nods approvingly at him. "Don't 
  worry...it's just this damn weather keeps changing."

Kalador catches up to Cesare and drops into a deep bow before him, his 
  lungs burning as gasps for air.

The sun just doesn't let up. It grows hotter and hotter. The moisture of 
  the ground from the recent rainfall is evaporated so quickly it forms 
  a light midsting like a translucent veil across everything.
  
Juhren nods codly at Cato, then turns his attention to the boy.

Bisel nods his head and makes a weak smile as he strains his head 
  backwards to look at the man's face.

Iohannes himself lifts the blankets off of the Viscount as he watches 
  the sky. A servant arrives with a sun hat for the Viscount.

Cesare wipes his brow as the skeletal young man bows before him. He says 
  casually, "Please, do rise. In weather such as this, pretense is 
  useless. Bend over like that and you might be drowned or blown away."
  
Carstairs takes the hankerchief he was using on the oillense and then 
  wipes his brow. After he passes it over his forehead, he then wipes 
  around his neck. he even loosens his collar. He says quietly, "Yee 
  gash it certainly is a scorcher, now"

Kalador raises nodding to Cesare.

Cato smiles, rather pleased with himself, as his umbrella acts as a 
  sunshade... though it does nothing to relieve the oppresive humidity.

Cesare squints at Kalador, the sun getting in his eyes, "You will pardon 
  my asking, but this sun is blinding my vision. Who are you and what 
  can I do for you?"

Kalador clears his throat before speaking, "Siridar Count Moritani, I 
  have been assigned by my Lord Sultan Sha'ara'diin to assist you, and 
  answer any questions reggarding the meeting you had with him. I am at 
  your service for as long as required..."

Nils sighs in relief as the increasing hot pile of plastic and flannel 
  is removed. He accepts the sun hat with obvious gratitude.

A courtier runs quickly up to Cesare and raises a sunshade over him.
 
Strange? The sun still continues to shine and the heat present but now 
  there are small pellets of ice that hit the ground and all upon it 
  with a steady, bouncing beat.

Cesare gives a large grin and then removes a flask from the folds of his 
  robes, handing it to Kalador, "Ah, good sir! A pleasure to make your 
  acquaintance. Please, feel free to take a pull of this flask of water. 
  This heat is enough to melt a man."

Ivanova comes from the Sheuset Square.
Ivanova has arrived.

Carstairs poo poos the courtier with the sunshade, and says to cesare, 
  "If my lord does not object, it seems this servant of yours cannot 
  hold the sunshade properly. May I?"

Zhia comes from the Sheuset Square.
Zhia has arrived.

Bisel lightly tugs on Juhren's sleeve to get his attention.

Juhren ducks under the shelter of a small tree, pulling the boy behind 
  him.

Beads of sweat form on Iohannes' brow as his heavy Alvst clothing 
  becomes increasingly oppressive. He pulls his cloak up over his head 
  and casts about with the servants for something to cover the 
  Viscount...

Cato jerks to a halt, a look of credulity on his face as the hail begins 
  to drop. He hovers for a moment, obviously torn about what to do, and 
  then turns on his heel to head back into the confines of House Ginaz.
  
Cesare gives a shake of the head to the well-dressed man, "No, if you 
  wish to help, hold it over my friend here." he says as he points to 
  Kalador.

Nils starts to bend under the wait of the hat, which has begun to 
  overflow with tiny pellets of ice. They fall of onto his shoulders, 
  where they melt and provide him with a cooling bath.

Walking in, arms in arm, Ivanova and Zhia lightly stroll through the 
  streets. They seem to be holding a quiet conversation together... a 
  conversation that falls silent as they approach all the people 
  gathered here.

Kalador takes the flask with a greatful nod, only daring to sip from it 
  breifly and returning it to the count, "Yes my lord it is strange 
  weather... I am known as Kalador Bey, vizier of the Bajazet House..."

Juhren gazes after Cato, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Kalador shakes his head at the gracious gesture, instead lifting his 
  attache case to cover his head.

Not really able to stop him, Bisel lets Juhren pull him under the tree. 
  He then pulls lightly at the man's sleeve again.

Carstairs nods, and assumes an air of purpose, "Yuss, milord." He 
  snatches the sunshade from the servant, and hmpfs at him. With a wamr 
  smile he then holds it deftly over Kalador.

Juhren then turns to the boy. "Yes?? What is it?"

Ivanova leans over towards Zhia and whispers, "Is that not the good 
  Count... the charmining Harkonnen yet?"

Kalador's face turns red at the treatment being given to him.

Iohannes widens his eyes as a servant appears with the obvious solution 
  - the traditional Alvst hail umbrella, a tough whale leather umbrella 
  built to handle the snow, sleet and hail that make up Alvsgaard's 
  usual weather.

Cato passes by the ever-frustrated Nils on his path back to the Ginaz 
  gates, and pauses. "My lord, may I present you with this offering?" He 
  hands the open umbrella to the na-Viscount with a formal bow, a 
  charming smile etched onto his face. "I do not believe I will need it 
  in a few moments."

Bisel reaches his small hand upwards. In his hand can be seen something 
  clasped, perhaps something shiny. His small, feminine voice.... a 
  voice that has yet to reach puberty, speaks, "You dropped this..."
  
In surprise, Juhren turns from his gazing out into the square. "What?" 
  He looks down at the boy with surprise.

Cesare turns to Kalador and says, "A pleasure to meet you, Vizer. I had 
  spoken with the Sultan a few days past about your fine House and the 
  desire of we Moritani to work out an equitable and friendly 
  relationship with you."

Kalador's attention strays to the young boy for a moment curiously, but 
  quickly looks back to the Count.

The sun disappears behind a set of clouds and a silence seems to 
  surround the air as light, white snowflakes fall from the sky.

Zhia reaches her hands upwards, blocking the ice pellets from her 
  vision. Taking a sweep around the crowd gathered whispers to Ivanova, 
  "I don't see him m'Lady."

The servant opens it up over the Viscount. Iohannes beams and bows to 
  his Ginaz counterpart. "My thanks to my Lord Ambassador, but we've 
  found something for the moment..." He groans as snow falls.

Nils smiles confusedly, and accepts the two umbrellas. "Thank you, Earl, 
  Secretary." He holds one umbrella in each hand, baffled as to what to 
  do with them.

Cesare hugs his robes to himself as the temperature drops and the downy 
  flakes begin to fall.

Kalador nods at Cesare, "My Lord Sultan spoke most admribaly of your 
  gracious offers."

Juhren reaches down and opens the small boys hand... looking at the 
  object with interest.

Ivanova shakes her head lightly, taking a moment to look up at the sky 
  and scowl. "Ah... great Maker this weather... no... " She lets out a 
  sigh and then continues, "No... I am mistaken ... that seems to be 
  another gentleman with a child this time."

Cesare says through chattering teeth, 
  "It..t.tt.tt.t....is..s....your......S....sultan who 
  is..s..s....gr..r.r.r.raaccious."

Carstairs looks between Kalador and Cesare, "My gracious lords, can I do 
  anything for you? You both seem cold."

Kalador frowns as the temprature drops and pulls of his heave coat 
  before a word can be said, moving to put it around the count.

Alethia steps out of the limo.
Alethia has arrived.

The blankets and tarpaulin are once again piled upon the beleaguered 
  Viscount. This time the head opening is placed over the Viscount's 
  noble head.

Bisel lets his hand open and gives the contents to Juhren. In his hand 
  is a small circular object made of metal. It would be shining if it 
  were sunny out... but now is not. In the middle of the metal is the 
  symbol of a small rose.

Cesare turns to Carstairs, his nose starting to turn blue, "N..n...no. 
  Th..h..hank y.y.y.y.you."

Cato shrugs helplessly, "Then please, let my lord Secretary avail 
  himself of my gift. Or, if I could entice my lords into the warm gates 
  of the Ginaz embassy... we are always a home to the royal Alvstad."
 
Alethia settles her cloak about her shoulder and rubs her hands 
  together.

Cesare smiles and takes the coat thankfully from Kalador, draping it 
  over his shoulders.

Kalador smiles, if the cold is bothering him, he is not allowing anyone 
  to see that.

Ivanova pulls herself close to Zhia, as if that were going to be enough 
  heat to keep both of them warm. She moves forward, noticing the other 
  Siridars and begins to hail them with a clentched smile and a small 
  curtsy.

An Atreides Staffcar pulls in and comes to a smooth stop.

Carstairs nods to Cesare and says simply, "Yuss, milord." Carstairs then 
  turns to Kalador, "And milord, are you certain I can get nothing for 
  you?"

Cesare begins to sneeze riotously. "Achoo! Someone, mpff.....stop 
  this.....aaah...aaah....achoo!..madness!"

Kalador shakes his head at Carstairs, "No sir thank you, and if you are 
  to address me formaly it would be master... I am by no means a lord of 
  anything."

Iason exits the Atreides Staffcar.
Iason has arrived.

Kalador pulls a hankerchief out of his pocket and offers it to the 
  count.

Zhia shivers slightly, "Damn this weather!" Moving with Ivanova, Zhia 
  gives a polite bow to all the Siridars.

The Atreides Staffcar departs the area.

The snow flakes seem to slow slightly, though the temperature stays 
  cool.

Iohannes turns to bow deeply to Ivanova, then to Alethia. He returns his 
  attention to Cato and the Viscount. "What does my Lord Viscount will?"
 
Juhren takes the object, seemingly puzzled. Then he looks down at the 
  boy, "Uhm, thanks boy. " Then almost too quiet for anyone to hear, 
  "Now, where could this have come from....?" He turns and look around 
  the assemblage.

Cesare takes the kerchief and holds it over his nose, sneezing into it, 
  his eyes watering, the tears coming close to freezing on his cheeks.
  
Bisel pulls again at Juhren's sleeve.

Alethia makes her way over to Iason when she sees the staffcar approach, 
  "There you are." She pauses at his side, "You were saying?"

Iason falls into a quick bow to the Siridari gathered, before 
  straightening. "I have suspicions. Nothing more yet.

"Count... Viscount." Ivanova finally manages to speak. "What brings you 
  out on this ... interesting day?"

Carstairs tips his head to Kalador, "Very good, Master." Carstairs then 
  hands the sunshade back to a servant and produces a vial from his 
  jacket, "Milord, sir, this should help. I always keep a little drink 
  with me, should wamr you up."

Juhren looks down again at the boy, seemingly mellowed by the thoughts 
  going through his head. "Yes?" he says absently. "What do you want?".
 
Nils, now a pile of flannel, plastic, and umbrellas, shakes his head. 
  "Ahh, innumerable thanks, my good Earl, but the good Doctor here--" he 
  gestures to Dr. Schadenfreude-- "has prescribed a vigourous 
  constitutional each afternoon at this time. And inclement weather has 
  never stopped an Alvstad!" He attempts to look dignified in his 
  ridiculous pile of blankets.

Cesare bends over as his sneezes become all the more loud and violent. 
  He reaches up and takes the vial, popping open the top and downing its 
  contents. He coughs loudly as it burns down his throat before turning, 
  redfaced, to Carstairs. "Good Lord, man! What is this?"

Bisel nods his head towards the statue, "Found it... after the mean 
  noble was chasing me." He points his finger over to where he was first 
  huddled, "There sir."

Kalador glances around, "Perhaps the Count wishes a vehicle to be 
  called... It would seem a warmer climate might benefit you my Lord."
  
With a start and a sudden return of interest, Juhren turns back to the 
  boy. "What did you say? What noble?"

Ivanova watches Cesare and lets out a chattering chuckle, "My my... you 
  should really spend more time at our Household. Such fluids are good 
  for you."

Iason's head turns towards Juhren, eyeing the item in his hand.
 
Carstairs smiles, and tells the Siridar. He describes a drink many more 
  times potent than usual alcoholic beverages, and he mentions it 
  possesses a natural tendency to increase temperatures. He adds, "And 
  such drink is often awarded to atheletes back home, milord."

Bisel nods his head to Cesare, "That one... " His voice falls into a 
  whisper as he finishes, "He did not like me staying around the statue 
  of the lady."

Cato ah's soundlessly, nodding. "Of course, if it is the doctor's 
  orders, what can I say? Enjoy your walk, my lord." Cato bows shortly 
  again, and turns to head back into the confines of the Ginaz domain.

The weather seems to have had enough of this snow. It turns into a light 
  sprinkling of rain, like that of spring showers.

Cesare grins as he hands the empty vial to the well-dressed servant, his 
  cold all but forgotten. "Thank you, my good man. It was most 
  pleasant."

Alethia nods and spots Ivanova across the way, with a nod of her head 
  she makes her way towards Ivanova, she takes her time. The dark cloak 
  billows about her form, covering her black mourning gown. She rubs her 
  hands again and silently wishes she remembered to bring her gloves.

Juhren looks around and realizes he is being watched. He quickly put the 
  object in his pocket and bends down to wisper to the boy.

Carstairs grabs an unbrella from a servant, opens it and then holds it 
  over Cesare, with that air of purpose.

Cesare squints his eyes apprasingly at Carstairs, "Tell me, are you 
  presently seeking employment?"
 
Nils makes a motion for the Doctor to wheel him over to the Moritani and 
  the Rastanyev. "Count. Lady. Would either of my good cousines like a 
  blanket or an umbrella? I am rather overburdened at the moment."

Iohannes rushes to return Cato's umbrella. "My thanks, Lord Minister!" 
  He bows and dashes back again.

Arm-in-arm, Ivanova stands next to Zhia. From the corner of her eye she 
  notices the movement of the black billowing thing and turns to look at 
  who... or what approaches.

Cesare shakes his head to Nils and pats the old Siridar on the back, 
  "No, this fine butler is taking care of me, Nils. Do take care of 
  yourself, eh?"

The boy nods his understanding, and Juhren stands up again.
  
Cato trots quickly towards the gate as the rain begins once more, 
  splashing a small amount of water about him as he lands in the 
  occasional puddle.

Carstairs flushes, "No, milord. Most distressing really, but can't seem 
  to find my own master. I went out walking with him, excercise the 
  pets, you know, and I turned on one corner alone. Haven't seen him 
  since, sir."

The pile of blankets nods to the Count.

Cesare sighs sadly and nods, "Yes, well, that's too bad. I would be 
  willing to pay you twice whatever your present master gives as wages."
  
Scanning the area, Iason's eyes narrow a little as he turns his 
  attention to matters not concerning the weather.

Alethia pulls her cloak closer about her to keep the wind from pulling 
  it away from her body, "Lady Ivanova," She inclines her head forgoing 
  a curtsy, "Count Cesare." Her breath making puffs of steam as she 
  speaks, "Interesting to see you both here." She shivers slightly.
 
Iohannes bows deeply to Cesare and Ivanova as he fusses over Nils' 
  blankets.

A shift of weather again. The rain stops and a warmth prevails. It is 
  sticky still from the moisture that hangs in the air.

Carstairs coughs now as if he had just imbided the contents of his own 
  vial. He blinks and says, "Indeed, milord?" He goes from flushed to 
  pale.

Cesare gives a pleasant smile to the Lady Iovine. "A pleasure as always 
  to be in your presence, m'lady Alethia. Even in this...ungodly 
  weather, you remain a ray of sunshiine, ever pleasant and bright."

Ivanova smiles and nods her head towards Alethia, "Lady Iovine..."
  
Kalador hangs close to Cesare watching him carefully.

Iason silently slips through the crowd to head towards Juhren.

Bisel steps closer towards Juhren, standing now almost under his sleeve 
  like a small chick would beneath the wings of his mother. He looks up 
  with a smile and bright eyes.

Juhren peeks out from under the tree, and then moves a little away from 
  the boy to look at the sky.

Alethia smiles, "As charming as ever Count." She chuckles lightly, "It 
  is rather brisk, but not unbearable, if your prepared for it." She 
  looks over to Cesare, "Unfortunate for you M'Lord Moritani."

Nils, contrary to what sense would dictate, pulls his blankets closer as 
  the sun comes out, apparently conserving heat for the next cold turn.
 
Cesare hands Carstairs a small card ."There is the contact information 
  for my chief of staff. Contact him, if you are interested, and he will 
  take care of you."

Carstairs coughs and waits for the others to finsih their conversations.
  
Carstairs looks at the card, and smiles awkwardly, "Fraid I couldn't, 
  milord. Not exactly in the free employ of my Master, you see. Been in 
  the family for years, as it were. Should I find him, I shall make him 
  aware of your offer, and if released ..." His voice peters off.
 
Juhren slips his hand into his pocket and carefully brings out the 
  object. He examines it, and then quietly slips it back in.
 
Like a cat stalking its prey, a thick layer of fog rolls across the 
  area, covering all in its white mist.

Alethia turns to Lady Ivanova, "How is the Rastenyev this day?" She 
  asks, "I have been meaning to call upon you, with your permission, 
  Lady Ivanova."

Bisel moves to make his way closer to Juhren again and gulps lightly.
  
Cesare nods uninterestingly, having stopped paying attention after the 
  first two words. He returns his gaze to Kalador and says, "I do fear 
  this is not a very good welcoming for your House, eh Vizer Kalador? 
  The sky should be bright and shining, to mirror the magnificence of 
  House Bajazet."

Juhren looks back at the boy, then moves closer to avoid losing him.
  
Iason stops before Juhren and Bisel, leaning in to murmur softly.
  
Iason mutters to Juhren, "... of..."

Ivanova inclines her head slowly as she lets out a sigh, "Perhaps a 
  better weathered day though... eh?"

Bisel looks up between the two men. His eyes are wide and shining... a 
  wide grin upon his face.

Kalador bows to Cesare, "Your words are too kind my Count. Perhaps you 
  would enjoy a warm bath in the Bajazet Embassy. A beautiful bath 
  house, with the finist oils. It would surley to do good to warm you 
  up!"

Kalador glances up, "And to get us out of this horrid weather."
  
Juhren looks carefully at Iason.... "Yes you may. Is it yours?"
  
The sky just doesn't let up. The fog begins to grow thicker.

Carstairs turns as he hears the yapping of a doglike animal. Suddenly, a 
  flamboyantly dressed fop comes into the plaza dragged by two very 
  large cannine-like animals. The dogs run over to Carstairs and lep on 
  him, dragging the fop with them.

Cesare cocks his head and nods, "Indeed. It sounds delightful." He looks 
  about to say something, but the fog prohibits his view of the Vizer, 
  and he stumbles about trying to find him.

Iason nods a little. "May I examine it please?

Iason says that to Juhren.

Kalador places his hand on Cesare's shoulder, "I am here my lord."

Juhren looks at him a moment before slowly pulling the ring out of his 
  pocket. "Here it is"

Alethia looks upward at the falling flakes of snow, the hood of her 
  cloak falls back revealing her hair which has been pulled back in a 
  neat bun, her hair is soon covered with white bits of snow contrasting 
  with her dark locks, "Yes, perhaps you would like to join me at the 
  Atreides Embassy for some mulled wine or hot tea?" She ask Ivanova.
  
Nils, noting the small crowd gathering around Juhren, orders the good 
  Doctor to push him over there. The good Doctor struggles to push the 
  heavy chair across the square to join them. "You, what have you there? 
  It's not a contact lens, is it? I dropped one around here several 
  years ago and still have not found it!"

Cesare turns in surprise, "Oh! My goodness, you gave me a scare."

Kalador winces, "My humblest appologies my Lord."

Ivanova waves her hand lightly before her face, as if trying to clear 
  the fog from it... or prevent herself from breathing such foul air. 
  She finally resigns herself and let out a deep sigh, "Yes... that 
  would be most pleasant." Her eyes look quickly towards Zhia, "Lady 
  Zhia..."

Carstairs hands the umbrella to some servants, or what he hopes are 
  servants, being that he can't see in the fog. The fop says in 
  surprise, "Cahstaihs, why couldn't you wespond when called. Ahe you 
  alwight?"

Cato stops in his tracks at the sound of dogs. Curiousity crowds out any 
  other impressions as he swivels his head around to take in the scene.
 
Juhren says, "No, Siridar it is not. Perhaps near one of the trees? 
  Sometimes things like that get stuck in the grass.""

As the wheeled figure nears, Bisel pulls in so that his arms are clasped 
  about one leg of Juhren. The smile is gone and his eyes grow wide 
  again.

Alethia glances to Zhia.

Carstairs says, in response, "Yuss, milord, didn't hear you, you know. 
  Might I introduce yourlordship to ..." His voice trails off as he 
  looks at Cesare.

Juhren looks down at the boy. "What is it?"
 
Zhia, squinting through the fog, looking for Ivanova, "M'Lady."

Juhren mutters to you, " This isn't the noble that dropped the ring is 
  it?"

Cesare gives a slight, indignant nod the employer of the ever-vigilant 
  butler.

You mutter to Juhren, ":looks up towards the man and mutters, "Is he... 
  is he human?""

Cato walks to the southwest and moves along the Council Row.
Cato has left.

Carstairs steps aside as the fop moves towards Cesare, but is held back 
  by the canines. The fop says to cesare, "Gweetings, wespecting looking 
  afteh Cahstaihs, most gwateful, old boy, most gwateful."

Juhren laughs quietly... "Yes, at least I think so..." He pats the boy 
  on the head to reassure him.

Ivanova nods her head and turns to return her gaze to Alethia. She 
  squints her eyes slightly, hoping that this would provide her better 
  view of the Lady Iovine, "Perhaps... we should wait until this 
  clears... yes?"

Bisel lets a small shiver pass over him and nods his head. His eyes are 
  still staring at the Siridar as he nears.

The vaguely-monstrous pile of flannel and plastic rolls closer to the 
  small boy. "Don't be afraid, my boy. I won't eat you; I'm on a purely 
  liquid diet." Silence. Several Alvstad attendants forces laughs to 
  make the Viscount feel better.

Cesare fowns at the fop, "I am the Siridar-Count Cesare Moritani, you 
  oaf."

Juhren looks over at Iason. "Are you finished inspecting the ring 
  M'lord? I wish to get this boy to some shelter."

Alethia shivers and pulls her cloak about her closer, "Perhaps, the 
  weather has been so odd of late, I am sure it won't last long." She 
  smiles to Ivanova, "Have you heard the latest oddity that has been 
  found?" She says to Ivanova.

The fog slowly lifts, leaving in its wake a cool breeze. The last whisps 
  of fog curl lightly upwards.

Carstairs says ntohing, instead the fop replies, "And I'm Lord X______ 
  of B_______. Come along Cahstaihs, we weally must be getting back, 
  this weatheh is weally beastly." The fop hands the reigns over to 
  carstairs who has no difficulty controlling the anils.

"Latest?" Ivanova tilts her head slightly. "Which... oddity would this 
  be?"

Alethia moves a step closer to Ivanova and lowers her voice in a quiet 
  tone.

Kalador taps his cane against the ground, obviously aggitated by the 
  fops lack of respect.

Alethia mutters to Ivanova, "... ghola... likeness... found..."
 
Iason mutters to Juhren, "May I please have that ring, sir?

Ivanova lowers her eyes and lets out a light chuckle, "My dear Lady 
  Iovine... I not only heard of it... I was there."

Filarion comes from the Negara II Plaza.
Filarion has arrived.

Cesare raises an eyebrow, "Yes, do be so kind as to leave. Your presence 
  makes it all the more unpleasant for all of us, I assure you." he 
  retorts to the haughty, upstartish noble.

Alethia blinks, "No?!" She says shocked, "That must have been horrible 
  to witness." she says aloud and then lowers her voice.

Juhren looks over at Iason, and then at his hand, realizing he still had 
  the ring clenched in his hand.

Kalador mumbles something under his breath about tying the fop to the 
  dogs and tying a peice of meat to the back of a car.

Carstairs is completely abosrbed by the familiar animals he now guides. 
  Upon hearing his master dismissed he turns to Cesare and asy, "Many 
  thousand thanks on your kindess and generosity, milord count." The fop 
  has already marched off and calls back, "Honesktly, Cahstaihs, we can 
  have you wunning off again, I have decided to wepwieve you, this 
  once."

Alethia mutters to Ivanova, "... that it..."

Cesare chuckles at Kalador's quip and slowly turns his back to the fop 
  and butler, giving a large, thankful grin to the Vizer.

Juhren turns to Iason, "Actually, it's just a small piece of metal that 
  the boy was playing with. "

Filarion strolls back to the plaza, curious if there is still that much 
  commotion. Not being disappointed he heads towards the statue of 
  Jehanne, giving bows to those higher and nods to those equal or lower.
  
Ivanova merely smiles at Alethia's mutter and then looks about herself. 
  "It seems the fog has lifted... the mulled tea sounds splendid at this 
  moment, shall we? "

Iason says, "May I ask where he obtained it, sir?"
 
Carstairs has left.

Bisel folds his bottom lip under, as if to bite upon it.
  
Iason finally takes the band.

Juhren looks over at the boy, as if warning him.

Kalador nods at the Count, "He is no doubt the son of some wealthy 
  beuracrat, fed with a silver spoon from a silver platter. He knows not 
  where his place is."

Alethia nods, "I shall call our House limosene, if you wish, or you can 
  follow along in your own vehicle."

Filarion seems to be slightly puzzled, absorbing the information. As he 
  notices nearly everyone is departing he continues his walk across the 
  plaza.

Ivanova looks quickly to Zhia and then smiles, "We'll ride with you." as 
  she nods her head slightly. "No sense in taking more vehicles than 
  needed."

Alethia nods, "Excellent." She opens her cloak to reach for her comunit.
Alethia speaks into her communicator.

Cesare gives a huff as his comm unit beeps. He brings it up to his ear 
  and listens intently, responding after a few seconds. He turns to 
  Kalador and says with a slight frown on his face, "I am afraid I shall 
  have to bid you adieu, Vizer. Some matters at my estate are calling me 
  away. It appears this weather is killing our vineyards."

Bisel reaches a finger up to his nose and begins to scratch at the side 
  of his nose. His face crinkles up slightly.

An Atreides Limosine pulls up near Alethia.
Alethia has left.
Alethia enters the Atreides Limosine.

Ivanova has left.
Ivanova enters the Atreides Limosine.

Kalador frowns at the news, "Perhaps another time then my Lord. You are 
  always welcome."

The blackness of a storm cloud rains in again... a threat from the great 
  water gods.

Kalador dips into a deep bow grasping his cane for support.

Juhren looks around him, as everyone seems to be disappearing. He seems 
  to get even more antsy than before. "If I may have that ring back 
  M'lord? I believe it is time for the boy to go."

Zhia has left.
Zhia enters the Atreides Limosine.

Cesare nods and bows, "I hope we speak again soon, Vizer. This matter is 
  not of immense import, but my family has cultivated those vines for 
  generations, and I'll not let the damn Guild destroy all that work, 
  which is part of my legacy."

Iason :eyes the ring, then hands it to Juhren. "Where did he find it 
  exactly?" he repeats.

The Atreides Limosine steadily accelerates then departs the area.
  
Kalador nods, "If you require any assistance my lord, let my house 
  know."

Bisel bites his bottom lip again and looks up at Juhren. He gulps 
  lightly.

Filarion strolls over the Plaza, peering at the clouds above, shaking 
  his head before walking down to the Negara Plaza again.

Iason turns his attention to Bisel.

Juhren glances at the boy, and then at Iason, "It could have been 
  anywhere, he was running around quite abit.

Filarion walks to the northeast and moves along the Council Row.
Filarion has left.
  
Cesare again bows deeply to the Vizer, before turning and striding out 
  of the plaza.
Cesare walks to the southwest and moves along the Council Row.
Cesare has left.

Juhren bows to Iason, then backs away and hurries after Cesare.
Juhren walks to the southwest and moves along the Council Row.
Juhren has left.

Nils watches the ring be passed from hand to hand. He shrugs, apparently 
  not understanding its significance. He pokes his head under the pile 
  of blankets, as if searching for something, and murmurs something 
  quietly.
Nils speaks into his communicator.

Kalador watches the count leave, blinking as he realises that the count 
  still wears his coat. With a sigh he turns and heads for his car.

An Alvstad Limosine pulls up near Nils.

Nils has left.
Nils enters the Alvstad Limosine.

The Alvstad Limosine steadily accelerates then departs the area.

Kalador has left.
Kalador enters the Bajazet Staffcar.

The Bajazet Staffcar steadily accelerates then departs the area.

Bisel runs after Juhren... hoping to catch up but frankly doesn't have 
  long enough feet to keep up.
Bisel walks to the southwest and moves along the Council Row.
Bisel has left.

Iason starts towards the statue area, where he did notice the running 
  boy pass earlier.

The statue is surrounded by a small area of grass.

Iason starts for the grassy area, focusing intensely on it.

With all the rain and the like you find several foot prints that have 
  embedded themselves into the ground.

Iason frowns a bit, bending down to examine the prnts, careful not to 
  disturb the grass.

The prints are a bit of a jumble. There are some that are of adults and 
  some of women and one of a child.

Iason keeps scanning, looking for specific disturbances, including where 
  the ring may have dropped - surely the grass would've bent where the 
  child picked it up.

Indeed, there is an imprint of one face of the ring in the ground, 
  sitting between some of the footprints.

Iason now scans the footprints in questions, shaking his head. Such 
  scant clues.

The footprints immediately next to the imprint of the ring are that of a 
  mans.

Iason looks up to try and follow them, or see if other things were 
  dropped.

The steps trail off a couple of steps and then are smeared with the 
  passage of others.

Iason shakes his head silently, then continues the search for other 
  clues.

There doesn't seem to be anything else in the area.

Iason shakes his head, before turning to head off.