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Varota's Command Performance, Part I of 2
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Title Varota's Command Performance, Part I of II
Date March 29, 1999, approx. 9pm EST
Logger: Iason
Participants Anthony, Boris, Cesare, Carstairs, Helen, Iason, Ilsabet,
Juseppe, Leondel,
Nadira, Nestor, Rosler, Varota
Summary Boris holds a command performance for Varota at his
embassy, and all the nobles are invited. What ensues is
an interesting performance.
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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:
Helen Varota
Nestor
Objects:
Harkonnen Limosine
Exits:
Slidewalk <N> leads to Negara II Plaza -- Embassy District (Kaitain)
Fanmetal Gate <SW> leads to Garden of Bitterblooms -- Harkonnen Embassy
(Kaitain)
Nestor
A thin man, not especially muscular as can be told through lack of any bulges
of flesh under his clothing, and of average height. He walks with a noble gait,
his head held high usually, a walk that betrays the self-confidence and subtle
arrogance in himself. His eyes are green and always seem to be probing
something or someone with a look of curiosity or determination about them. His
black hair is short, around a centimeter long at all points, and is always kept
meticulously clean and neat. His lips are thin and expressive and show the
staining on and around them that are indicative of a user of the Juice of
Sapho. Also notable, is the fact that his left arm ends in a stump where his
hand should be.
He wears a dark-blue longcoat, which hides most of his waistline, over a
frilled shirt and simple-looking pants tucked neatly into high leather boots.
Helen enters on Iason's arm.
Varota bows easily from the waist, his manner more obsequious now. "Ah, I had
not an idea of whom I spoke to. Sir Nestor, tell me, are you in charge of the
preliminaries, or may you guide me to someone who is?"
Nestor raises an eyebrow at the arrival of the Atreides entourage, but keeps
his attention focused on Varota. "Certainly, Master Varota. The Baron himself
has taken it upon himself to direct the preliminaries of the evening. He waits
in the garden just past the gates."
Iason steps out of the limosine with Helen, bowing easily to the gathered
people. "Mentat, Master Varota. It is indeed good to greet you both once
again."
The Chusukien raises both eyebrows, containing a small smile. "I'm not sure it
would be prudent", Varota asks, "to ask the Baron to offload mine balisets from
the groundcar, yes?"
Helen smiles softly and nods to all.
Nestor only smiles, not a hint of emberrassment. "Ah. Well, now the Master sees
why I did not become a diplomat...no sense for party etiquette." He gestures to
two of the guards accompanying him, leaving the one with the portable
poison-snooper behind.
The two guards go about the VERY careful business of unloading the precious
balisets. Apparently the Harkonnens DO have some respect for music.
Varota turns to the newly arrivals... and is struck dumb for a moment by the
young lady. With difficulty he tears his gaze from Helen to greet Iason. "Ah,
once more the good Ambassador. Or, forfend my manners, lord Earl."
Iason straightens slowly. "Ambassador is sufficient. We are here to pay
accolades to you tonight, Master Varota, not myself... nor the Lady Helen, no
matter how much she may be deserving of such."
Nestor says something into his communicator.
Helen blushes at that, seeming not to notice Varota's... regard.
Nestor cups his stump in his right hand as he addresses the trio. "I most
certainly hope that this evening is a true pleasure to all...but first I must
take care of certain professional necessities," he says, gesturing to the lone
guard with the poison-snooper.
A Ginaz Staffcar pulls in and comes to a smooth stop.
Anthony exits the Ginaz Staffcar.
Anthony has disconnected.
Anthony has connected.
The Ginaz Staffcar departs the area.
"Accolades I've yet to earn, as such", Varota replies glibly. He then turns to
Helen, hand extended. "You must be", he says slowly, slyly, "The lady Helen."
Anthony is driven in by a Ginaz Staffcar
The staffcar stops and Anthony is helped out by two Ginaz Bodyguards who enter
the staffcar and depart with it.
Rosler descends the Slidewalk.
Helen murmurs, "I am... And do I have the pleasure of addressing Master
Varota?"
Leondal descends the Slidewalk.
Anthony removes his walking stick from his tunic and leashes it out on the
pavement. He looks around at the assembled Siridai
Nestor hms at the slow but steady build up of guests. He gestures to his guard
with the poison-snooper as he instructs him in slow, drawn out syllables,
"These are our guests. They must be checked for poison, but do so with care."
Iason nods to Nestor, then to the other arriving people.
Rosler enters the Traffic Loop and walks up to the gathering. He kneels and
bows his head. "My appologies to all of you." He quickly stands to get tested.
Anthony smiles at Iason and looks around again. He is dressed most tastefully
in the latest Kaitain Fashion for Riche.
Helen gracefully submits to the scan, while at the same time seeming not to
notice it.
Varota narrows his eyes, as he inclines his head to the young lady,
"Master...", he purrs, "I adore the way your lips curl around that word,
milady."
Anthony smiles at Nestor while the scanner passes him. A slight beep comes from
it. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small gold chain for Nestor to
see.
Leondal allows himself to be scanned
Nestor says, "Welcome, Lords and Ladies, to the Harkonnen Embassy...where the
justly famous Master Varota will be performing for your pleasure.""
Helen blushes faintly at Varota's words.
Nestor sighs and strides over toward Anthony with a raised eyebrow as he eyes
the chain.
Anthony looks at Nestor and says "Metal......"
Iason raises his arms a bit, the better to be scanned with.
Nestor nods, looking at the necklace. "Yes...it is."
Rosler has disconnected.
Nestor nods to Anthony. "Leave it in your staffcar then, please." He gestures
to the guard. "Perform another scan without the pendant.
Anthony removes the pendant which holds a clear liquid in it "My medication
sir, I assure you"
Nestor says something into his communicator.
Anthony returns the pendant to an aide.
With a final, languid glance at Helen, Varota raises his arms away from his
body to perforce be snooped. He adresses the guard doing the deed, "Do you
smell her, my good man? Wonderful, isn't it? Ah, but mislay a hand on her
person, I'll string my newest baliset with your guts, so much I swear!", he
banters.
Nestor looks at Anthony quite sharply. "Assurances do not satisfy a Master of
Assassins. My Lord's cooperation is appreciated."
A Moritani Limosine pulls in and comes to a smooth stop.
Carstairs exits the Moritani Limosine.
The Moritani Limosine departs the area.
The aide returns the pendant to the Ginaz Staffcar and Departs.
Nestor says, "Those who have been scanned, please proceed into the garden."
Anthony says, "There....."
Varota walks to the southwest and passes through the Fanmetal Gate.
Nestor looks to Anthony. "Excellent."
The scan on Anthony reveals nothing.
Iason offers his armt o Helen again, before gesturing to the garden gates.
Helen walks to the southwest and passes through the Fanmetal Gate.
Anthony says, "Thank you"
The Moritani driver opens the door, and the plump butler exits with a wiggle of
his upper lip. He takes out a hankerchief and dabs his forehead. He makes a
little sniffling sound and delicately replaces his fine hankerchief.
Anthony walks to the southwest and passes through the Fanmetal Gate.
Leondal walks to the southwest and passes through the Fanmetal Gate.
Garden of Bitterblooms -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)(#491RtJ)
This large, roughly circular garden is a wild tangle of flowers and plants, a
dense, oppressive profusion of flora from many worlds. Dominating the garden
are the small white bitterblooms native to Giedi Prime. They exude a musky,
almost bitter aroma that hovers thickly over the garden, visible as a sort of
white haze. Translucent roses compete for light with flowering inkvine plants.
Elacca trees shade a chain of lilyponds where miniature alligators swim.
Nearby, a stand of Caladanian dogwoods shelters a bloom of fragrant black
lotus. Topiary hedges stand throughout the garden, here trimmed in the shape of
a man coupling with a monstrous animal; there in the shape of a naked woman
impaled by spikes; a third resembling a pack of wolves tearing apart a helpless
child.
A stone path snakes from the walls of the embassy ground up to the doors of the
embassy itself.
Players:
Anthony Leondal
Helen Varota
Iason
Exits:
Fanmetal Gate <NE> leads to Traffic Loop -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Burnished Doors <S> leads to Giedi Hall -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Iason
Tall and stately at about 6' even, this thin and somewhat austere
figure has an air of quiet dignity about him. His profile tends towards
aquiline; his nose thin and sharply defined, his eyes a bright green hue, and
with a thin-lipped face and long-fingered hands. He is dressed severely, a
tight black jacket of vaguely martial cut worn with similarly tight dress pants
and calf-high leather boots of a similarly coal-dark hue. The only splashes of
color on his clothing are the white cuffs that frill out a bit around his
wrists, along with the silver and white gold braiding that works around his
shoulders like traced epaulets and down his sleeves. A small green emerald
medallion cut in the shape of the Atreides hawk dangles from its gold chain
about his neck, setting off his bright green eyes brilliantly. His motions are
smooth and graceful, and a small smile curves his lips up at the corners as he
glances around impassively.
Helen
Of average height, Helen's slender build gives her the illusion of a
few extra inches unless you are standing right next to her. Her heart-shaped
face is delicate, yet aristocratic. Her skin is pale and flawless, with a
delicate touch of rose in her cheeks that no cosmetic could reproduce. Her lips
are a perfect archer's bow, and given to frequent smiles which illuminate her
entire expression. Emerald eyes are framed by long, thick lashes. Silken black
hair falls in artless waves to her waist, a few tousled curls framing her face.
She is wearing a gown of dark green satin that makes her eyes seem even
more vivid. It clings to her arms and torso like a second skin, sliding down
over her tiny waist and kittenish hips. The skirt flares slightly about knee
height, and has just a hint of a train. Her skirts rustle against the ground as
she walks, a soft, musical sound. Intricate black and silver embroidery trims
the square-cut neckline, cuffs, and hem. A silver belt of cloud-shaped links
rests in a V about her hips, the buckle shaped like a hawk. A simple silver
necklace of fine workmanship graces her throat, supporting a large opal that
sparkles with green fire, beneath which hangs a silver hawk, wings outspread.
Matching opal earrings dangle from her ears.
Varota looks around, looking quite provincial as he stares at the artwork.
Anthony looks around at the Garden, his face a little nervous at the Topiary
Hedges.
Anthony says, "Rather.........creative I must say.....""
Leondal stands quietly
Helen smiles shyly at Anthony, but stays close to Iason, a trifle pale.
Leondal goes "ah" as he admires the lotus
Anthony returns Helen's smile and looks away his face a little red.
Iason looks about, as he walks Helen in.
Anthony seems to be looking at the alligators and then he grins, his grin turns
to a smile, the smile to a chuckle and the chuckle into a sudden and sharp roar
of laughter.
Leondal looks at Anthony with a perplexing face
(OOC) Leondal says, "perplexed face"
Anthony finds it hard to stop laughing, he turns to Leondal and says "I'm
sorry..ahaha....I'm sorry.....these alligators...they've reminded me of a funny
incident in my past"
Carstairs walks in from Traffic Loop through the Fanmetal Gate.
Leondal continues his confused look, wondering how alligators can be funny
Carstairs removes the oillense monocle and then takes out a silk hankerchief.
He cleans the monocle with the hankerchief. And replaces the eyepiece with
great solemnity. He then takes in his surroundings for the first time. A long
"hmmm" is all the garden elicits.
Anthony looks at Leondal and then roars with laughter again. He then faces the
gathering of elegant people "You must excuse my amusment....when a part of
one's Baronet Fief is populated by huge alligators and one had to wrestle with
them for many occasion, it does bring back fond memories".
Nestor walks in from Traffic Loop through the Fanmetal Gate.
Helen whispers, "Don't leave me alone here... not even for a momemnt"
Nestor enters into the garden from the traffic loop followed by three guards:
one carrying the poison-snooper and two more, with utmost care and delicacy,
carrying the Masters balisets.
Boris walks in from Giedi Hall through the Burnished Doors.
Iason nods to Helen, before turning to bow deeply to the Baron.
Anthony turns towards Boris as he enters.
Helen curtseys to the Baron as is appropriate
Leondal quickly focuses his attention on the Baron
Anthony bows deeply to the Baron.
Leondal bows humbly
Varota notices the bows and courtseys, assumes the entering tower of a man must
be the Baron, then quickly drops to one knee.
Boris bustles into the Garden, followed by a small bald male slave carrying a
massive stein foaming with ale. "Ah, my guests! Good of you all to come. " He
pauses before Varota. "And you, Varota! I've heard good things about you, eh?"
Anthony turns towards Varota, looking at him.
Carstairs is seized by a coughing fit. With rapidity that nevertheless
preserves his dignity he raises a hand to his mouth. He then dabs his upper lip
with the hankerchief that had yet to be replaced. A wiggle of his upper lip
complements his delicate replacement of the hankerchief.
Speaking from his kneeling position, Varota replies, "The Lord Baron does me
very great honor in allowing me on his soil."
Leondal moves away from Carstairs a bit, eyeing him knowingly
Anthony looks around, stopping a moment at Iason and Helen.
Boris chuckles. "You're right about that, Varota! But do well tonight, please
me and my guests, and there's no end to my generosity." He turns to Nestor.
"And if he fails to please me, Nestor, have him stripped naked and dropped in
the pits, eh?" He throws back his head and laughs, and as if on cue, slaves in
the garden also laugh with the same wild abandon.
Nestor directs the guards to move towards Varota with the balisets while he
himself approaches the Baron, circling around to unobtrusively stand next to
the large man. "As My Lord Baron wishes," he says with a slight smile in
response to Boris' order.
Varota raises his head slightly, answering, "I beg thee most humbly, Lord
Baron, to make it so."
Nestor says something into his communicator.
Anthony smiles sickly.
Carstairs lifts his chin, and intones politely, "Dreadfully sorry. I -do- hope
I am not alergic to any of the pollen or anything like that." He splays his
fingers, makes a face and then wiggles those fingers as if playing some
imagenary piano or as if trying to wiggle droplets of water away.
Anthony in fact, is sick.
Iason inclines his head, listening with his Ambassador's face.
Cesare walks in from Traffic Loop through the Fanmetal Gate.
Ilsabet walks in from Giedi Hall through the Burnished Doors.
Boris spots Cesare. "Cesare, my boy! Good to see you, lad!" he opens his arms
to give Cesare a bear hug.
Juseppe walks in from Traffic Loop through the Fanmetal Gate.
Carstairs catches movement out of the corner of his eye. He clears his throat
and the puffs out his chest proudly. He announces with excellent projection,
"His Most Emminent and Gracious Excellency, The Siridar Count Moritani."
Leondal greets the Chancellor
Juseppe walks in to the Garden with his cane leading his steps.
Varota regains his feet as the Baron leaves.
Iason turns to bow deeply to the arriving Siridar and the other newcomers,
before straightening again.
Cesare sighs, a tired look upon his face as he walks in from the Traffic Loop,
giving Carstairs a grateful nod, which he duplicates for the rest assembled.
Helen curtseys as is appropriate, rising with Iason.
Juseppe bows deeply towards the Count.
Anthony turns and stares at Cesare, something twists and spasms deep in his
mind before he bows deeply, face neutral to the Count.
Carstairs walks over to his count, and walks beside him. He says confidentially
to his lord, "My lord, your humility and grace serve as examples to us all. I
am ever so glad you could come." Carstairs then leans back to get a look at
Cesare's clothes from the back. He leans forward to give the same treatment to
the front. He flashes the Count a handsignal of his approval.
Boris booms out, "Chancellor Juseppe, this is an unexpected pleasure. And Earl
Merx--caught any rats lately, lad?" he chuckles. "And dear Lady Atreides!"
Cesare cannot help but brack a smile at his dutiful gentleman, "I do appreciate
your being here in my stead, Carstairs. I've been . . . detained with a matter
concearning Azzo which I shall discuss with you at a latter date, hrmm?" He
shoots a brief, frosty look to the butler, denoting that he is not to be
questioned in this.
Helen says, "Baron, it is a pleasure to see you again."
Anthony looks around, feeling rather out of place, being the youngest. He keeps
an eye at the Moritiani's.
Boris spots Anthony, turning to Nestor with a question. "Who's this huge lout,
Nestor? One of the tradesmen? Send him around to the service entrance, eh?"
Juseppe straightens up from his bow then bows again to the Baron Harkonnen, "My
Lord I am greatly honored as all assembled Venhei are... to be at your party."
Cesare smiles as he sees Boris through the crowded room, and begins to push his
way through the throngs towards the erstwhile Baron.
Carstairs brings his hand to his throat and makes a prefunctory cough.
Carstairs bows deeply and says to Cesare, "Say no more, sah. Say no more!"
Carstairs the places his hands behind his back and whilst rocking back and
forth on his heels he comments, "JUst been commenting on the decor of the
embassy, milud. How does it tickle the Imperium's resident aethete?" he looks
significantly at Cesare.
Anthony looks at the Baron and thinks to himself that his dressing would
certainly seem to mark him out to of high station.
Ilsabet slips in to the gardens. She dives into a deep curtsey toward the Baron
and the Count, then another curtsey to the rest of the people present. She
walks over toward the Baron diving into yet another curtsey with a wide smile.
"Good evening My Lord Baron!"
Iason dips his head and upper torso as the Baron acknowledges him. "I fear my
duties have taken me into other directions."
Iason pivots smoothly to bow to the Ambassador as well.
Cesare replies to the inquiry, "It suits just fine. The Baron has always had
impeccable taste and style. The common stone and stoicism most afford can be so
droll, don't you think?"
Nestor smiles an uncharacteristically real smile and gestures toward Anthony.
"He is of House Ginaz, My Lord Baron."
Anthony bows and pays respects to however is relevant.
Boris says, "House Ginaz, I see, no wonder. That explains much. Did he bring a
present?""
The butller claps his hands together and smiles brightly, "Oh, my lord's skills
of observation haven't dulled a whit. My lord speaks most truthfully. I am glad
we were invited, or rather my Noble Lord was invited, to such a feast for the
eyes and senses."
Juseppe snaps his fingers at Leondal to come to his side.
Ilsabet returns a curtsey to Iason with the same wide smile as she gave the
Baron, "Good evening Lord Merx."
Leondal moves quickly towards the Chancellor
Anthony smiles at the Baron and says "I did M'Lord....unfortunately the Right
Honourable Mentat Nestor thought it dangerous for me to bring in".
Juseppe whispers to Leondal.
Leondal nods
Nestor looks calmly to the Baron. "Poison I can manufacture for My Lord
myself..."
Anthony looks at Nestor "Not a poison really.....more of a combination of a
herbal drink and health apordisiac.
Boris says, "Aphrodisiac? What the hell would I need one of those for? But no
matter..."
Nestor forces a smile this time, obviously tried by debating with Anthony. "My
snoopers do not lie," he says, and dismisses the thought.
Cesare walks up towards where the Baron is receiving guests. He manages to
rudely bump shoulders with Count Ma-Falkenhyn, pushing forward and, with huge
grin on his face, greets his host, "Boris! How good to see you again. I must
say, Arrakis would be a passable planet were it not for all the bloody sand and
the lack of good Harkonnen mirth."
Anthony laughs and says "Health Aphordisiac, a thing that stimulates
activeness....not the 'other' thing". He then claps his hand and a Aide brings
the pendant in. Anthony looks at Cesare,rather surprised at his hurrying.
Boris claps his hands and speaks in his ringing Baronial tones. "Guests!
Friends! Others! Allow me to bid you welcome, all, to the Harkonnen Embassy!
Drink until you are full and then return to drink more! Eat until you are full,
vomit it all up and return to eat more! Any of the slaves are trained in
multiple methods of the erotic arts and are yours for the taking!" He looks
towards Varota. "Tonight's entertainment is Varota, famed master of the
baliset. Tonight, his life is in your hands!"
Carstairs bustles behind his lord and manages to avoid touching anyone. He also
manages to remain one step and to the left behind Cesare. He straightens his
sleeves and other little gestures as he waits silently.
Nestor puts up a hand. "That will not come within arm's reach of my Baron," he
orders Anthony in a dry tone.
Anthony looks at Nestor and says "Then you shall have to take it, sir"
Anthony seems to need to remember the 'Sir' part/
Varota clears his throat politely, not appearing the least bit unnerved by the
Baron's somewhat threatening regale.
Nestor shakes his head, not lowering his good hand. "Perhaps a more suitable
gift...one that does not show on my snoopers."
Juseppe walks towards Boris and hands him a small plant, "Baron Harkonnen I
wish to present to you a plant for your garden... It is a snapping dragon.. It
eats insects and other vermon."
Anthony sighs then claps his hands again. An aide brings in a large, long
silver case.
Nestor nods at the case, at least somewhat satisfied. "And the pendant returns
to the car, if you please, My Lord..."
Varota discreetly gives some direction to the slaves and servants who are to
prepare his place and arrange his instruments.
THe pendant returns to the car.
Boris takes the plant from Juseppe, chuckling. "A little monster, isn't it?" He
teases the jaws of the little beastplant with his fat forefinger.
Cesare smiles as he leans forward and hands Boris a thin sheet of paper. "There
you are, Baron. A gift from House Moritani to help celebrate this joyous
occasion."
Juseppe nods, "I thought this plant would go well with the current inhabinents
of your wonderful garden." And watches as the plant snaps towards a flying nat.
The Ginaz Aide brings up the case with Anthony. Move towards the Baron, walking
past Cesare.
Boris chuckles, handing the potted plant to a slave. "We thank you, Chancellor.
Have yourself some of this liquor, eh? It'll put hair where you most need it!"
Another slave offers Juseppe a tall glass of green, foul-smelling liquid.
Nestor takes a step forward to stop Anthony from getting -too- close to the
Baron. "What a fine looking box for a gift," he says almost believably.
Boris takes the paper from Cesare. "What's this, Count?"
Anthony takes the case from the Aide and unlocks it "A rare thing in this case
sir, from the exractions from my home Fief".
Cesare winks roguishly, a guilty grin flashing. "It's the customs duty I paid
to transport five hundred casks of spice beer, freesh from Arrakeen breweries."
Iason listens quietly, watching as people work, leading Helen to a seat.
You sit down on the coral bench.
Juseppe takes the drink from the slave and drinks a little of it. With a slight
coughing "My Lord your right this stuff really packs a punch."
Carstairs takes out his chronometer and peers down the length of his nose at
it. He pouts out his lower lip in concentration and with a very slow motion
replaces the time keeping device.
Boris 's eyes widen. He gasps. "Cesare! How happy you've made an old fat man,
eh?" he hugs Cesare, laughing riotously and clapping his back.
Anthony looks almost touched at the debauchery in front of him.
Iason raises a brow as he listens to what goes on, mentally filing the data for
later use.
Cesare chuckles as he returns the embrace. "And you've made me happy, Boris.
Being stuck on that planetary sand storm they dare to call a world for the last
two weeks has as agonizing as being stuck in a room full of naked Ginaz."
Leondal stifles a chuckle
Juseppe's eyes look spacey for a second as he recaptures his composure. He
turns to his Swordmaster, "You might want to try some of this Master Leondal."
Boris says, "What a dreadful fate, eh, Cesare? Still, I am glad to see my
godson got out with his good humor intact."
Leondal says, "indeed i shall"
Anthony turns from Boris and Cesare's intimations and says "Perhaps I could
present this gift to you for your Lord ?"
Nestor still stands between Anthony and Boris. "Feel free, My Lord..."
Leondal takes a glass of the liquor from a nearby slave
Anthony coughs slightly, hoping to get the Harkonnen Baron's attention for the
last time.
Cesare says, "Barely. I thought I should only be there a few days, to install
Azzo as my Primary Ecologist, but you know how it can be. Show up and
/everyone/ wants to see you to get some favour out of you. It was all I could
do to beat off the few that I could.""
Boris says to Anthony, "Something in your throat there, lad? Have a drink to
wash it down, eh?"
Anthony looks at Boris and says "Actually My Lord....my present is waiting for
you..."
Leondal takes a gulp of the liquor, tastes it for a second, then swallows it,
his face suddenly takes on a shade of red
Boris nods to Cesare. "Favors are what has made this Imperium the grand place
it is, lad, eh?"
Leondal says, "i agree, it does hit hard"
Cesare smiles and nods, "Indeed they have, Baron. And I hope and pray you find
much enjoyment in that spice beer. When Ginaz pop up all over like a venerial
disease, drink yourself into a stupor. I find that is a fantastic anisthetic."
Nestor looks to Anthony. "My Lord may reveal his gift...and feel assured that
My Lord Baron will give it its due attention shortly."
Anthony unlocks the case "This beautiful little female I present you M'Lord" he
says, ignoring Cesare "Is sharper than the Moritani's tounge and cuts much,
much more deeper. This is an ancient artifact blade, called the Bujang Lapuk".
Cesare scowls. "Sounds obscene."
Ilsabet walks where Juseppe and Leondal are enjoying some drinks. She
approaches the two with a toothy grin, dropping into a curtsey before them.
"Good evening My Lords! I do hope you are enjoying yourselves..." She takes a
quick pause scanning the room.
Anthony opens the case and brings out a large, long, elegantm jeweled blade.
Anthony then removes it from it's sheath to show it's clear, metal build. It
seems to shine and the light often falls on Cesare.
Helen joins you on the coral bench.
Leondal scans the the lady. Smiling he says, "That we are, especially with the
company of ladies such as yourself." He finishes off the drink.
Boris looks at the sword as Anthony lifts it from the case. He nods,
impatiently. "Yes, yes, a lovely sword, lad. Bugle Litlick. Very nice, eh?" He
gestures for Nestor to take it away, winking at Cesare as he does so.
A tall ebony-skinned slave, naked from the waist up, enters the garden carrying
a large gong. She chimes it once, twice, thrice. "My lords and ladies," she
says, dark eyes averted. "If you will be so kind as to seat yourselves, the
performance will begin!"
Nestor sighs and his good right hand drops to belt level. "My Lord Ma-Falkenhyn
should know better than to unsheath such a blade in such close proximity to My
Lord Baron. I have killed for less...be thankful that you are of the honorable
Ginaz." With that, he gestures for one of the Embassy guards to approach and
take the blade from Anthony.
Helen sits beside Iason, as lovely as a statue and as distant. She removes a
fan of scented carved, scented wood from inside the folds of her skirt, fanning
herself with it lazily.
Cesare chuckles at Nestor's comment. "Honourable Ginaz? Now there is an
oxymoron."
Juseppe's handling of his cane makes his bow deeper than what he was trying to
accomplish for Ilsabet... But regains quickly to his feet, "Yes I am enjoying
myself m'lady." his eyes look Ilsabet quickly, "I believe your the young lady
with the poison snooper last time I was here."
Anthony laughs. "I'm sure it is. Thank you and congratulations on your
excellent Embassy".
Boris mutters to Cesare, "... Ginaz, unsheathing... here.I... to have...
legs..."
Anthony looks at Cesare "That's more than many could say for our others".
Cesare manages a polite nod of the head as he rigidly brings one arm forward,
folding it sideways before his chest as he raises the other sharply, bringing a
fisted arm up and under the other in a gesture of contempt.
The Embassy guard approaches Anthony and holds out both hands for the blade.
"My Lord," he prompts.
Boris stands near the alligator pond.
Anthony bites his thumb idly and looks at it "My it is sensetive with
irritants". He then replaces the blade and returns it to the Guard.
Taking his cue, Varota steps up unto the improvised stage near the center of
the garden. The stage contains a small bench, and three baliests, one of normal
size, one slightly larger, the the third a veritable monstruosity, two meters
tall and almost a meter wide.
Boris steps away from the pond.
Boris sits down at the stone bench.
Cesare moves to seat himself on the bench next to the Baron
Cesare sits down at the stone bench.
Ilsabet release a quiet laugh, "Ah! My Lord, you must have me mistaken for Lady
Ilzecki. She is one of the guards around here..." Taking another look around,
"But seems not to be present today. Hmmm..." Gesturing toward the pond, "Would
My Lords like to accompany me over by the pond?"
Nestor follows the Baron to his place as well.
Anthony sits down on the coral bench
Nestor sits down at the stone bench.
Nestor stands to one side of the bench, right hand cupping the stump of his
left arm.
Boris points to the largest baliset. "There's me," he says with a lewd chuckle.
"Can't you see the resemblance?"
Anthony watches Varota, and glancing at Helen for awhile.
Juseppe nods, "I would be honored..."
Varota rolls his sleeves up quickly and efficiently, then dips his hands into a
brass pan of steaming hot water, to loosen his joints.
Ilsabet stands near the alligator pond.
Juseppe joins Ilsabet near the pond and leans his weight on his cane.
After removing his hands from the brass container and toweling them off, Varota
turns to the stone bench where sits Boris. After a pause, he studiously bows.
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