Fwd: A (long) log on the Rose TP

[Zami Wahye <wahye@yahoo.com>]

Logged by Arn @ DuneIII
Players:  Arn, Iason, Mintor, Helen, Steffan, Nickolas(Arn's Puppet)


> Dune III - Thursday, February 11, 1999, 2:57 AM
> -----------------------------------------------
> 
> Dining Room -- Imperial Hotel (Kaitain)
> Lining opposite walls of the dining room are several booths, each 
> containing its own table. Above each table is a dim glowglobe with a 
> conical ray of light downwards. Set apart from these, at the back of
the 
> room, is the long table designated as Imperial. Open entrances let in 
> the brighter light of the lounge and lobby. The room is carpeted in a 
> dark emerald color that matches the verticle stripes that run down
the 
> white walls.
> Players:
>  Arn                                   Mintor                 
>  Helen                                 Steffan                      
        
>  Iason                                
> Exits:
>  Corridor <SW> leads to Lounge -- Imperial Hotel (Kaitain) 
>  Arch <S> leads to Lobby -- Imperial Hotel (Kaitain)
> 
> Mintor corners the maitre d' "Can we gain the Imperial table?" The
man 
> nods agoggle. Mintor turns to the others helping Helen dispose of her 
> furs.
> 
> Mintor takes a seat at the Imperial table.
> 
> Helen smiles, and allows her furs to be removed.
> 
> Arn pulls out a chair for the young Lady.
> 
> Helen takes a seat at the Imperial table.
> 
> Helen murmurs her thanks to Arn, sitting gracefully.
> 
> Iason waits for those above him in rank to be seated.
> 
> Steffan first takes along look around and then sits down.
> 
> Steffan takes a seat at the Imperial table.
> 
> Mintor flags down a waiter "Some champagne, Titian ''68, I think and
a 
> tumbler or three of iced vodka."
> 
> Steffan smiles as he looks at Mintor and then the others, "My 
> cousin....a bold fellow...that is why I like him so much!"
> 
> Iason takes a seat at the Imperial table.
> 
> Arn takes a seat at the Imperial table.
> 
> Helen smiles, "One of many of my Uncle's admirable qualities."
> 
> At the Imperial table, Steffan holds back a laugh, "what would you do 
> otherwise my dear cousin?"
> 
> At the Imperial table, Mintor grins at Steffan, then adopts a hurt
look. 
> "But cousin, the Emperor is always welcome at my dinner, though he
has 
> yet to avail himself of my many invitations."
> 
> At the Imperial table, Arn has chosen a chair that places him between 
> the group and the open dining room. He keeps an easy eye on it now
and 
> then, as the waitor returns with drinks.
> 
> At the Imperial table, Helen says sweetly, "Iason? Can you do me a 
> favor?"
> 
> At the Imperial table, Steffan nods at Mintor, "actually what I meant 
> was....if he did show...we would have no choice but for him to join 
> us...I too would have no objections...of course.."
> 
> At the Imperial table, Iason inclines his head to Helen. "You need
but 
> ask, my Lady."
> 
> At the Imperial table, Helen says, "Can you make sure the Guild does
not 
> have any lighting storms planned? If so, I might not want to be
sharing 
> a table with my uncle if he continues like this..."
> 
> At the Imperial table, Helen is watching Mintor with a teasing
sparkle 
> in her eye as she says this.
> 
> At the Imperial table, Iason says seriously, "I will endeavour to
see if 
> that is so.
> 
> A crew of waiters approach the table bearing chanpagne bottles,
flutes, 
> frosted jugs of vodka and tiny little thimble glasses to serve it in. 
> The bounty is distributed around serving each of the
> guests. Mintor grins at Steffan. "The Emperor would, I think find
such 
> an evening in your company a great improvement over his common
fare." He 
> raises his flute and toasts "To His Majesty, whose blessings we enjoy 
> this evening."
> 
> Arn discreetly employs a snooper over the glasses, before settling
back 
> with one filled with vodka firmly in his grasp.
> 
> At the Imperial table, Steffan says, "lifts his goblet and then
takes a 
> sip. An obvious sign of relief comes over his face, "Indeed, he is
been 
> in quite a good mood since his birthday....until then he didn't seem
to 
> like me much. ...""
> 
> Helen takes her champagne flute and raises it to the toast before
taking 
> a sip.
> 
> Arn joins in the toast, but without enthusiasm.
> 
> Iason raises his own glass to join the toast.
> 
> Mintor sips his champagne, smiling at the others.
> 
> Steffan smiles as the takes another sip from his goblet, "so...how is 
> your Siridar Duke... in good health I hope...."
> 
> Arn drains his vodka in one big gulp. The blotches on his cheeks
redden 
> as the alcohol spreads in his wiry body. Arn then resumes his quiet 
> watch, politely following the discussion with one ear.
> 
> Mintor nods "His knee is improving quickly. I think Helen's presence 
> induces him to be more active which is to his benefit."
> 
> Helen lowers her eyes shyly at that, having fallen silent again, and 
> just takes a sip of her champagne.
> 
> Mintor says, "Which reminds me..." He raises his glass again "Sweet 
> Helen, for the joy her return brings us." He grins playfully to her
as 
> he sips."
> 
> Helen blushes prettily at the toast, "Thank you, Uncle."
> 
> Steffan smiles and sips from his goblet, "Indeed...."
> 
> Iason again raises his glass.
> 
> Arn fumbles for a jug to refill his glass, then joins in with
Mintor's 
> second toast, gulping its content down in the Rastanyev fashion he
has 
> been taught.
> 
> Mintor waits for the others to finish and the glasses to be
replenished. 
> "And finally, if you will indulge me..." He raises his glass a third 
> time "To Doctor Valentina Marcella, whose skill has
> enabled me once again to count to ten ... " He wiggles his battered 
> fingers. "...long may she stitch."
> 
> Helen raises her glass to that, and takes a delicate sip.
> 
> Arn stifles a burp. He watches as a waitor gives him a refill on a 
> subtle sign from Mintor. Sighing softly to himself he raises his
glass 
> again and downs its content.
> 
> Mintor drinks down the whole glass, smacks his lips and smiles with 
> glee.
> 
> Iason sips at his glass, after the third toast.
> 
> Steffan hesitates for moment and the peers at Mintor with a bit of 
> astonishment. He then reluctantly lifts his glass to the toast and
takes 
> sip without saying a word.
> 
> Mintor looks to Steffan. He smiles warmly and says in a soft voice 
> "Thank you, cousin. I appreciate your faith. I shall try not to
strain 
> it too hard."
> 
> Helen remains quiet, eyes shyly lowered.
> 
> Steffan forces a smile, "there is something about the Moritani Suk
that 
> you will want to know...but would rather not tarnish tonite's festive 
> mood with such talk. We can discuss it later....and in
> private..."
> 
> Mintor nods to Steffan "Thank you."
> 
> Mintor looks back to the others with a grin "Now what say you? Menus
or 
> will you trust me?"
> 
> Arn nods, just a bit unsteadily, and leans back in his chair,
pinching 
> the bridge of his thin nose and closing his eyes for a moment.
> 
> Steffan's face brightens, "I trust you my dear cousin....indulge 
> yourself...."
> 
> Helen says, "I'll trust your judgement, Uncle."
> 
> Mintor casts his eye about. He focuses his look, eyebrows carrying
the 
> question, on Iason and Arn.
> 
> Iason replies, "I wil throw myself on Mintor's mercy.
> 
> Mintor chuckles.
> 
> Mintor says, "The champagne and the vodka are from Caladan." He
picks up 
> the menu and glances briefly, pursing his lips. "So..."
> 
> Mintor pauses "... But wait ... Helen mussels don't sit well with
you as 
> I recall?
> 
> Helen sighs a bit wistfully. "The salt water ones don't, no...."
> 
> Mintor looks to Helen and nods "Perhaps a steamed artichoke 
> vinegarette?"
> 
> Helen says, "Certainly...."
> 
> Mintor looks about for other demures.
> 
> Steffan beams, "ahhh...the mussels....that sounds great...a large
bowl 
> for me please...."
> 
> Mintor nods to the waiter. Then "And the wine list, when convenient."
> 
> Arn is sitting completely relaxed and slumped back in his chair. His 
> eyes are still closed.
> 
> Iason merely lsitens, watching everything which goes on about him.
> 
> The wine list arrives, is examined and the order placed "A rich
white, I 
> think, Cedar Grove ah... '75" The waiter bobs and is off like a shot.
> 
> Mintor says, "Who or what is this Rose, I have heard mentioned?"
> 
> Helen shakes her head slightly, perhaps protesting her ignorance, and 
> remains shyly silent.
> 
> Arn's mouth is now hanging slightly open. His breaths are coming in a 
> deep and slow rhythm.
> 
> At the Imperial table, Iason kicks Arn under the table.
> 
> Arn coughs a little and mumbles something to himself, then relaxes 
> again. His mouth is hanging even more askew than earlier.
> 
> Steffan turns to Helen and smiles, "you know my good cousin Mintor 
> introduced me to these mussels.....we don't have these things on our 
> homeworld....what do you call this?....ummm...seafood? we have no
open 
> bodies of water on our planet just large unending forests.....I never 
> realized that it could be a disadvantage..."
> 
> Nicholas enters from the hotel lobby.
> 
> Nicholas has arrived.
> 
> Iason looks at Nicholas.
> 
> A tall and puffy looking fellow with broad shoulders and a generous 
> expanse of stomach trying to break free from his greasy linen shirt. 
> Over this he is wearing a flaxy, but otherwise ordinary-looking, 
> overcoat. He is carrying a bulgy shoulderbag. Something therein
clinks 
> and clucks. A black hat is smartly perched on his skull, shadowing a 
> wide forehead and a pair of bushy eyebrows. The skin of his face has
a 
> waxy lustre to it, as if he is wearing a remarkably life-like mask.
It 
> is seems permanently set in a broad smirk that doesn't change even
when 
> he speaks. But the man's eyes dance around freely, almost insolently 
> brushing over you.
> 
> At the Imperial table, Helen smiles shyly at Steffan, "I've heard and 
> read of your homeworld.... but I've never had the pleasure of
visiting 
> it... Part of the beauty of the universe is its diversity... so much
to 
> see."
> 
> Nicholas looks around from under heavy lids. He notices those seated
at 
> the Imperial table and stares to them.
> 
> Nicholas saunters over and performs a sloppy bow. "M'lords. M'lady."
> 
> Iason glances over towards Nicholas.
>  
> Nicholas leans over and whispers to Steffan,"So, don't M'lord wanna
buy 
> a lil present for da lady from us? Somethin ta impress da lil blushin 
> beauty wif, what ya say?"
> 
> Steffan nods to Nicholas, "M'Lady our homeworld is quite 
> beautiful....much more than...." He then coughs intentionly, "well I 
> must say I don't know what the Emperor sees in Kaitain...."
> 
> Nicholas tugs impatiently on Steffan's coat.
> 
> Helen watches Nicholas slightly nervously, letting the men deal with
it.
> 
> Steffan looks at Nicholas rather annoyed, "We don't need anything
from 
> YOU....go pester someone else..."
> 
> Waiters surge out of the kitchen bearing bowls of steaming mussels
and 
> one elegantly trimmed artichoke. Each of the guests is served.
> 
> Nicholas frowns. "Well, WELL! Excuse me, Your Highness!" He sweeps
into 
> an exaggerated bow. "Didn't realize we were speaking to da EMPEROR 
> himself, dining incognito wiv friends here."
> 
> Iason looks over at Nicholas silently.
> 
> Mintor grins at the intruder "Good evening, sir. How may we help you?"
> 
> Nicholas says, "Only wanna get rid o some o dese fragrances we're 
> carrying around, that's all, M'lord.""
> 
> Arn barely audibly snores.
> 
> Helen runs a hand through her hair, shaking her head no subtly.
> 
> Iason listens for a moment, before deciding on a course of action.
> 
> Mintor looks to the merchant "I offer you a bargain. If you come to
the 
> Atreides embassy tomorrow, I shall inspect your wares and buy
whatever 
> strikes my fancy. .. but at the moment such business would prove 
> inconvenient.
> 
> At the Imperial table, Helen continues her conversation with Steffan 
> softly, "Kaitain... is nice enough, though not quite to my taste...
It 
> is... a world of parks, but no wildlands... everywhere you can see
the 
> hand of some gardner.... many of whom are not to my taste."
> 
> Steffan has disconnected.
> 
> At the Imperial table, Mintor nods in agreemnt.
> 
> Nicholas doesn't seem to listen. He smacks his lips and removes the 
> shoulderbag he is carrying in a well-trained motion. "Let's see what 
> we's get here." He puts his hand into it, searching through its
clinking 
> content. "Bison's Musk." Shakes his head. "No. Scent of Danger. Not
that 
> either." Nicholas pauses as he seems to find something special.
> 
> Mintor signals a waiter, gesturing towards the vendor.
> 
> A tiny drop of drool is searching its way down Arn's chin.
> 
> Mintor says, "I would thank you to leave us in peace, sir.""
> 
> At the Imperial table, Iason nudges Arn in the ribs discreetly.
> 
> At the Imperial table, Mintor gives Arn a sharp kick under the table.
> 
> Nicholas withdraws two small vials of perfume, placing them on the 
> table. "Ah. Here's we've got us something really fitting for 
> M'lordships. Bargain price, too! Take one for half price, or both for 
> triple. Lion's Fragrance or Essence of Rose." He pauses. "Which
shall it 
> be, lordies?"
> 
> Arn jumps from the kick, sitting straight up and rubbing his eyes.
> 
> Three waiters approach backed by two hotel security guards, moving 
> quickly.
> 
> Using Aglicon, Mintor says, "Arn, can you guide this fellow out?"
> 
> Arn nods confusedly.
> 
> Mintor shifts so he is between Helen and the intruder.
> 
> Helen is more than willing to allow Mintor to do so.
> 
> Nicholas ignores the waitors, but straightens a little. He smiles 
> ironically at the hasty actions taken at the table.
> 
> Iason raises a brow as he rises, moving to stand and guide the man
away.
> 
> Arn stands and looks Nicholas in the eye. "You are not wanted here,"
he 
> says coldly.
> 
> Using Aglicon, Helen says, "And... have the vials removed? Perhaps I
am 
> being paranoid..."
> 
> Nicholas picks the vials back up. "Have it your way, then. But take 
> care, I say. Those who don't buy die." Nicholas bows, just as
sloppily 
> as before, and waits for Arn.
> 
> Mintor's hand goes to his sword hilt. He rises coiled, ready to
spring. 
> The security guards close in.
> 
> Arn grasps Nicholas arm in sudden anger and moves him toward the
exit, 
> brushing past the waitors.
> 
> Nicholas doesn't resist Arn. He keeps his head turned toward the
table, 
> smiling, as he's thrown out.
> 
> Nicholas passes through the arch leading into the hotel lobby.
> 
> Nicholas has left.
> 
> Arn passes through the arch and enter the hotel lobby.
> 
> Nicholas exits through the marble doors.
> 
> Nicholas has left.
> 
> Arn leaves the hotel.
> 
> Arn enters the Imperial Hotel.
> 
> Lobby -- Imperial Hotel (Kaitain)
> Upturned lamps line the walls of the spacious room at regular
intervals 
> bathing the room in a subdued light. A gold pattern of lions runs 
> through the deep burgundy carpet. Near the center of the room a
settee 
> surrounds a marble fountain. Attendants are placed throughout the
lobby, 
> waiting on the pleasure of the hotel patrons.
>    (See 'hhelp' for a list of hotel commands.)
> Players:
>  Arn                                   Iason                        
       
> Exits:
>  Marble Doors <O> leads to Circle of Stars -- Central District
(Kaitain) 
>  Northern Arch <N> leads to Dining Room -- Imperial Hotel (Kaitain) 
>  Western Arch <W> leads to Lounge -- Imperial Hotel (Kaitain) 
>  Elevator Door <ED> 
> 
> Arn staggers a little as he enters. His left eye is black and already 
> showing signs of being badly swollen.
> 
> Iason's eyes narrow. "What did you do?"
> 
> Mintor enters from the hotel dining room.
> 
> Mintor has arrived.
> 
> Iason scans the area.
> 
> Mintor nods to Arn "Take the point."
> 
> Mintor looked at you.
> 
> Helen enters from the hotel dining room.
> 
> Helen has arrived.
> 
> Arn's face is hard as rock. His words spill from his mouth as
pebbles. 
> "I threw the bastard out. He easily shook off my grip and punched me 
> down." He pauses. "I failed, My Lord."
> 
> Iason says, "You failed...?"
> 
> Iason says, "How?"
> 
> Mintor nods once "Shield Helen and stay close to me. God Damned close.
> 
> Mintor exits through the marble doors.
> 
> Mintor has left.
> 
> Arn speaks harshly as he follows, "I failed in detaining him for 
> questioning. That's an assassin if ever I saw one. He moved like a 
> snake."
> 
> Iason exits through the marble doors.
> 
> Iason has left.
> 
> Helen exits through the marble doors.
> 
> Helen has left.
> 
> Arn leaves the hotel.
> 
> Mintor hands his shield generator to Helen.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------
> 
> The escape continues but nothing important surfaces. Hope it's of
some 
> use, or at least a bit entertaining.
> 
> Yours,
> 
> Arn
> 
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