Log of LC Meeting.

["Jans Alvstad" <djhosek@protherminc.com>]

Log file from Dune3.

10/19/99 9:24:36 PM

Christoffer rises and bows to Justine. "I hope you are doing well, my lady."
  Upon Jans entrance, he turns and bows to the Viscount.

Justine nods a little, still smiling to Christoffer and quietly speaks, "I am
  and I thank you." She glances over her shoulder to see whom Christoffer is
  bowing to and in turn, she faces Jans and curtsies low to him, saying nothing.

Lydiah rises to curtsey shyly to Jans.

Ornia is about to sit down when she sees Jans and gives him a polite nod before
  she seats herself and crosses her legs

Christoffer glances at the bruise and the bandage. "Are you alright, my lady?"

Jans nods in general, and gingerly, but youthfully leans upon his cane as he
  limps up toward the table.

Justine rises and faces Christoffer again, giving him an odd look as she nods
  and softly replies, "Yes, I am doing well." She smiles and says, "Perhaps we
  can talk later, after the meeting." She curtsies to him once more before
  making her way over to Ornia, sitting in the Ginaz section.

Mikhail walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Christoffer nods and returns to his seat.

Justine joins the Ginaz seating.

(OOC) Mikhail says, "Not late am I?"

(OOC) Lydiah says, "Don't think so... :-)"

(OOC) Mikhail says, "good :P"

Haroon walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

(OOC) Justine says, "Ummmm"

(OOC) Mikhail says, "Now I'll be a good Insane russian and sit at LHC table :P"

Lydiah gives Haroon a hard glance as he enters

Jans bows to the throne, then stands behind the table looking over the floor.
  An attendant enters, and places several dossiers about the High Council table.

(OOC) Justine says, "Is there a reason why I can't see what Ornia is saying?
  Nor I, for that matter?"

Haroon nods a short bow to the room as he enters and then paces towards his
  seating looking distracted.

Haroon joins the Bajazet seating.

Mikhail enter the room his stide quick, he stops only to bow to the lion
  throne, he continues to the Table.

Mikhail joins the High Council table.

Akaru walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

(OOC) Jans says, "There was something wrong with the 'watch' code in here. It
  was addressed in one of the BBoards a short while ago, I do believe. You
  might have to 'watch none', or something. Look on the boards."

(OOC) Justine isn't watching anything, though

(OOC) Ornia says, "Try it"

(OOC) Justine only typed....join ginaz

(OOC) Haroon says, "Do places broadcast by default in this room"

Akaru joins the Ginaz seating.

(OOC) Mikhail says, "Think so"

(OOC) Justine whews, Better now, thank you

(OOC) Lydiah says, "Complex things, these virtual universes, methinks"

(OOC) Mikhail chuckles

From House Bajazet, Haroon leans his elbows on his desk after shuffling his
  papers around and looks over to Lydiah whom he treats to a friendly smile and
  a nod of the head.

Akaru smiles

Lydiah turns her back to Haroon, with returning the slightest hint of a smile.

Mikhail nods to Jans as he takes his seat.

Martin walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

From House Bajazet, Haroon sucks at his teeth in a slightly mocking gesture of
  wounded pride, as if to say "Ahh well, I tried"

Martin joins the Moritani seating.

(OOC) Mikhail says, "Yeah, I forgot to change my desc :P"

From House Ginaz, Justine's eyes slowly scan the room, offering a slight nod to
  those who return her gaze and then resumes whispering to Ornia.

Vittorio walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Haelan walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Vittorio joins the Moritani seating.

Congressional Chambers -- Landsraad Congress (Kaitain)

The room is slanted, forming several tiers of seating. Each group seats has a
  designated pattern on the back of their chair, representing the House it
  belongs to. At the front of the room is a large table where there are seats
  for the High Council members only. Behind the table is plush throne, draped
  in all the colors of Corrino. Directly infront of this setup is an open area
  considered the floor, where people may address the Chamber.

Lydiah has partially disconnected.

Josef walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Praxton walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Sin'Vaari walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Praxton joins the High Council table.

Josef gives a slight greeting bow to the entire room as he makes his way to the
  High Council table, motioning for his brother to exit.

You join the High Council table.

Lydiah rises to curtsey at Praxton's entry.

Mikhail nods to his brother as he rises from the chair he nods to Praxton.

Mikhail leaves the High Council table.

Mikhail joins the Rastanyev seating.

Josef joins you at the High Council table.

Haelan rises and bows to his Duke respectfully.

Josef gives a deep and respectful nod to both his fellow High Councilors.

Mikhail walks quietly to the Rastanyev table the faintest hint of a smile on
  his face. As he stis he mutters to an aide.

Sin'Vaari grins sadistically to the Harkonnen section of the chamber, then
  walks to the Bajazet section.

Ornia blinks a bit and then rises as she sees the high council enter and
  curtsies to all of them before reseating herself quietly

Jans sits to Praxton's right, and clears his throat briefly, pouring himself a
  glass of water from a crystal decanter.

Sin'Vaari joins the Bajazet seating.

(OOC) Jans says, "Okay.....listen up, please. I would like to make a little OOC
  speech beforehand."

Josef finally sits to the noble Duke's left.

Haelan looks about the room, applying cordial smiles where necessary, and
  nodding to numerous people all over the hall.

From House Ginaz, Justine stops speaking to Ornia and rises to curtsy before
  the counsel before sitting again.

Prospero walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Lydiah observes the comings and goings with a distracted eye.

(OOC) Jans says, "First off, at your convienence NOT this exact minute in time,
  look at the README FIRST sign."

Prospero quietly enters the room

Prospero joins the Moritani seating.

(OOC) Jans says, "Second off, OOC spamming will result in contempt of court,
  and removal for some rule that Praxton and myself will dig out of archives so
  long forgotten you won't be able to recognize them to challenge the issue. :)"

Jeon walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Willchester walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Willchester joins the Corrino seating.

(OOC) Jans says, "Third and lastly, when you read the readme sign, about the LC
  meetings, and how motions are brought forth, please take note that those
  rules will be in effect AFTER tonight, seeing as we are now starting to get
  started with regularity of meetings. Only motions that are in existance of
  those forms, will be put to the floor."

Byron joins the Moritani seating.

Jeon walks to the throne ans its.

Jeon walks up and takes a seat in the throne.

Jans stands, and bows to the Emperor, as he sits on the Throne.

Lydiah rises to curtsey respectfully to the Emperor.

Ornia stands quietly and gives s deep curtsie to the Emperor before seating

  herself again.

Mikhail rises bowing deeply to the emperor.

Justine stands and gives a deep curtsey to Jeon before sitting back down next

  to Ornia.

Christoffer rises, bowing to the Emperor.

Josef stands, does a deep formal bow, and returns to his seat in a singular

  motion.

Haroon rises to bow to any who enter and merit respect.

Mikhail returns to his seat.

(OOC) Jans says, "One last note. When a motion is made, Houses who wish to

  speak must page me with that request. They will be allowed, in order of votes

  (if I have the time to sort them)."

Haelan rises momentarily, bowing to the Emperor on his throne. He sits back

  down cooly and recommences scanning the room.

Willchester rises bowing to his Emperor, then sits back down rubbing his eyes,

  and tugging at his goatee his eyes with a glare to them.

Akaru stands and bows to the Emperor

Vittorio bows to emperor.

Sidra walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Martin stands and bows to the Emperor.

Byron rises from his seat, bows to the Emperor, then returns to his seat.

Byron rises from his seat, bows to the Emperor, then returns to his seat.

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Sidra leans and says a quick word to Haroon, inaudibly, and leans back in her
  seat to observe the proceedings

(OOC) Haelan says, "Just a reminder: I assume no one sitting in Congress should
  be set OOC."

Akaru is now set 'In-Character.'

Sidra is now set 'In-Character.'

Jeon is now set 'In-Character.'

(OOC) Sidra LOL's

(OOC) Lydiah too, and tut tuts. :-)

(OOC) Haelan says, "What would be done without me? =)"

(OOC) Mikhail says, "no one would remember to check and we'd RP OOC? :P"

(OOC) Jans clears his throat. "I was serious about the OOC spamming in this
  room. Last warning."

Praxton continues, his voice calm and clear, as usual. "The main articles of
  debate, as detailed in pages 19 through 122 of your meeting agendas, are the
  several cases of irregular succession that several Houses Major have
  suffered, the consequences thereof, and the powers, if any, that this Council
  has in protecting the interests of the legitimate ruling dynasties of each
  House."

Lydiah squirms on her seat.

Mikhail nods slightly he turns his attention back to the Table.

Haelan gazes at his Duke, momentarily, almost without noticing, clasping
  something at his belt.

"The floor is now open. The Forms shall be obeyed," Praxton says, rapping his
  gavel. He resumes his seat posthaste.

______________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Josef______________________

Fullname:  Lord Josef Constantinovich Stalinski-Rastanyev 

Faction:   Rastanyev                  

Title:     Lord                       Position:  Regent of House Rastanyev 

Age:       30

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Jans turns toward Josef, "Lord Rastanyev, you may stand before the Congress, on
  this issue."

Josef stands and nods to Jans. "Thank you Councilor Alvstad. It has come to my
  attention the rumors circling around the diplomatic community concerning both
  the status of a Rastanyev Siridar and the current status of the noble House
  Moritani Siridara. I wish to yeild to his Majesty, the Sublime Padishah
  Emperor to address, at least one, of these concerns."

Sidra nods to Sin'Vaari, her expression impassive.

Haroon leans over a parchment writing making slow notes with a calligraphic
  brush which he dips occasionally into an ink-pot.

Josef turns with a cocked eyebrow to the Emperor before sitting.

Willchester coughs alittle, feeling ill and dizzy. Whispers to Tibo "Sorry, I
  feel ill excuse me."

Willchester leaves the Corrino seating.

Willchester walks to the east and passes through the Double Doors.

Lydiah sqirms in her seat, obviously nervous.

From the Imperial Throne, Jeon turns and smiles at Josef. He looks at the table
  to make sure there will be no dissent to the floor being yielded to him.

Etta walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Jans frowns momentarily, leaning close to Praxton for a moment. He then nods
  toward Jeon, to take the floor.

Lydiah smiles to Etta, as she enters.

Haelan looks towards Etta as she enters, nodding ever so slightly.

Martin looks at Etta as she walked in.

Etta offers a brief curtsey as she makes her way to sit beside Lydiah.

Mikhail takes a moment to flip through a dossier and sip from a glass to his
  left.

Etta joins the Harkonnen seating.

Lydiah smiles nervously to Etta.

From the Imperial Throne, Jeon rises and makes a little bow, with his right
  hand on his chest. Then he stands up, "Lord Council, honours, kinsmen, and
  our people, I bid you wlecome and many blessings. Our honoured kinsman has
  yielded the floor to us, to explain this unneccessary rumour circulating." He
  smiles and folds his hands together.

Valentina walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Valentina is ushered in quietly by a few Moritani soldiers. They carry boxes,
  and move over towards where the rest of the Moritani household sits.

Martin walks to the east and passes through the Double Doors.

Valentina joins the Moritani seating.

Martin walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

From the Imperial Throne, Jeon continues, "We understand the fallibility of Man
  where the clear and evident purpose set forth by the National Leader is
  misinterpreteted by some. We have learnt from this the necesseity of
  explaining every action of ours, to insure that our intent is made known and
  clear. We have established a Ministry to promulgate our intentions and ideas
  after every decision, however minor or major we take." He looks around trying
  to make eye contact with everyone.

Prospero bows to his sister and raises an eyebrow

Haelan looks over Valentina with a somewhat forced impassive look on his face.
  He frowns as he sees the boxes being brought in.

Jans sips at his water, sighing.

Haroon furrows his brows as he mentally sifts through the verbosity.

Mikhail makes a few notes on a blank page of the topmost dossier.

Josef looks to the curiously Emperor, his brow becoming slightly more tense as
  the he rambles on.

From the Imperial Throne, Jeon claps his hands together softly and smiles
  delightfully, "We also wish to set the record straight to all of you, as we
  did in private to our kin. Our decision to seemingly deny The Regent of House
  Rastanyev his elevation was not this. Rather, we noted the request for
  eleavtion, which came from the Lord Regent's procy, was less than acceptable
  in the new order we are trying to adhere to, namely that we as a society
  should return to the faufreluches. Now, we felt it necessary to be firm and
  take a stand on this issue. We bear no ill will toward House Rastanyev or The
  Lord regent, whom we intend to do right by in future."

____________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Vittorio_____________________

Fullname:  Vittorio Lucio Sellanzo Moritani 

Faction:   Moritani                   

Title:     Na-Count                   Position:  Na-Siridar & Colonnelo    

Age:       32

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From the Imperial Throne, Jeon smiles and sits.

Mikhail nods as the Emperor retakes his seat if he was insulted in any way by
  Jeon's comments he is careful to conceal any outward signs of it, he instead
  sip from the glass of watter near his left elbow.

Praxton clears his throat once, as is making to speak, "Council is grateful and
  humbled by the words of His Majesty. If we may ask a question...?"

From the Imperial Throne, Jeon shrugs, and nods, not saying anything more.

At length, Praxton makes a scratch with his stylus, and turns to either side to
  silently query his fellow Councilmen.

Jans listens intently, then nods.

Josef looks slightly miffed, either at the Emperor or at Praxton taking the
  floor that is rightfully his, no one can tell.

Hourly Announcement:  Remove your old @mail.

Jans looks toward the Assembled Houses. "Very well. The High Council has come
  to a majority decision on these issues, and we indeed do find that the
  Imperial Seat can appoint title to whomever he so chooses. However, we must
  note, that under normal circumstances, such title grants are heredetiary in
  nature, and may be handed to the annointed heir in times of extreme duress."
  He sips his water, "Based on these circumstances, the High Council will not
  interfere in the appointments of the Viscount Jans Alvstad, the Baroness
  Bajazet, and the Marquis Ginaz as Head of their respected Households. In the
  declaration of the Countessa Moritani, the Landsraad would like to know the
  reasoning behind the elevation from her legal proxy for said Household."

From House Ginaz, Justine seems to sigh quietly in relief, giving Ornia's hand
  a soft squeeze.

From House Moritani, Vittorio grumbls a bit from his position.

Valentina glances up from the small stack of papers she has in front of her.
  Her face, for the most part, remains emotionless.

From House Bajazet, Haroon purses his lips together and nods, casting an
  enquiring look towards the Moritani seating.

Haelan gives Justine an odd look, a look of slight befuddlement on his
  clean-shaven face.

From the Imperial Throne, Jeon watches Jans, smiling, waiting for him to sit,
  so the Emperor may answer.

Sidra surveys the proceedings with a professionally jaded expression.

Lydiah shifts uneasily on her chair, her cheeks turning slightly red. She
  ventures a quick and uneasy glance in the direction of House Bajazet's seats.

Jans looks about the room, eyeing the Moritani delegation. "Your peers await
  the explanation as to where our esteemed colleague has vanished."

Valentina slowly gets to her feet.

Lydiah turns her head from Haroon's smile, and blushes.

Valentina turns slightly towards Vittorio, and makes a motion with her hands.
  With his guidance, a handful of minor Moritani soldiers begin passing copies
  of a report around to the various delegations. Valentina waits quietly until
  this is done, and to allow a few moments of skimming by those in attendence.

Valentina drops Moritani Medical Report.

Valentina personally carries copies to Praxton, and offers quietly to pass
  copies to the others of the Head Council, should he require it.

Josef politely motions for Valentina to give him a copy.

Haelan flips through the report cooly, his head shaking slightly as he does so.

Valentina clears her throats quietly, "Esteemed members of the Council, Your
  Majesty, and fellow Esteemed Members of our Great Houses... Moritani now
  passes out copies of our compiled reports concerning the health of Cesare
  Massimiliano Moritani," she says, as she walks a copy to Josef, and places it
  before him.

Praxton flips through the report, gesturing to either side. If he is actually
  reading the document, it is apparent his speed is phenomenal.

Haroon stops halfway through reading to look up with an incredulous expression

Valentina then continues, "If it pleases the Council, this issue can be held up
  until our next meeting, to allow adaquate time for parusal of these
  documents," she sort of asks, turning back towards Praxton and the others.

        This report is about forty pages thick. The covers are made of a heavy
  durable dark blue, the Mantle and Seal of the Great House Moritani is stamped
  upon the cover in a deep burgundy color, with golden trimmed highlighting.
  Between the excellently bound covers lies a copy the report concerning the
  medical condition of His Lordship Cesare Massimiliano Moritani.

OOC: Type Report Read to begin reading the document.

A Final Report on his Lordship

        On the 17th of March in the year of our Lord 10,091 an official Medical
  Board of Inquiry was conveined to determine the medical and psychological
  status of Siridar-Count Cesare Moritani and to also determine his fitness to
  rule House Moritani.

The Board: Members of the Board were chosen via a criteria agreed upon by the
  Representatives of the Laandsraad. Knowledge, Skills, Training, and
  Impartiality were the four main points necessary to ensure the fair and equal
  treatment of the Siridar-Count. Members of the Board: Imperial Suk Dr. Byron
  Gabriel Faure, Professor of Medical Pharmacology and Lecturer Emeritus,
  Imperial Suk School. The Leader of the Board. Imperial Suk Dr. Andrew Stephen
  McGonnagal, Professor of Psychology, Imperial Suk School. Imperial Suk Dr.
  Chalandra Jivamukti, Director of The Royal Indian College of Medicine.

Staff: Ms. Ruth Nicasio, Chief Laboratory Technician Mr. Michael Pacher, Chief
  Research Assisstant Mr. Dominic Beata, Chief Librarian Mrs. Oiseau Lyre,
  Transcriber

OOC: Continued in Report Read2

Byron crosses his legs and flicks some lint from his trousers.

Praxton shuts the report with an impatient slam. "Three questions, if we may,
  Contessa?"

Valentina nods, "Of course, Counsellor?" she says gently, after walking back
  towards her table. She turns to give Praxton her full attention.

Josef looks oddly at Byron and then to Valentina.

From House Bajazet, Haroon flips his report shut with a low grumbling noise and
  proceeds with his notes as fast as his ink-brush will allow him.

From House Moritani, Prospero finishes reading the report and nods sadly.

Praxton takes to his feet, his legs pushing the chair away from him as he does
  so. Counting on his fingers, he asks: "Firstly, why was there among these
  -august- and -unimpeacheable- examiners not a single physician from without
  the Suk School?" He scales back the sarcasm, continuing, "Secondly, why was
  the Landsraad Congress not informed in due course of these evaluations, and
  the need thereof? And thirdly, why did you consent to accepting your Count's
  -title- -and- Siridarat while he still lives?"

Jans gestures for the Countessa to stand before the Podium, to respond.

Valentina leaves the Moritani seating.

Valentina walks down to take the floor.

From House Ginaz, Justine frowns slightly at the harsh questioning, her eyes
  following the Countessa to the floor.

Byron allows a slight smile to cross his lips as Valentina crosses his view.

From the floor, Valentina slowly makes her way to the floor, nodding as she
  considers the questions. She turns then, addressing all in attendence. Her
  voice is clear, and easily echos to the far corners without being loud, "My
  Lord Councillors, the answers you seek, are thus. There were several
  examiners from withou the Suk School.... most of the staff members were
  simple medics, or doctors who lack, the Imperial Conditioning that is
  required of those who attend said School. Second, I was under the impression,
  that Cesare himself was keeping this esteemed Council up to speed on issues
  concerning Moritani. Please understand the Count's degeneration was quite
  unforseen.... I was not directly involved in these said examinations. For
  direct questioning on that area, would it please Council if I were to yield
  time to Doctor Faure?" She pauses, waiting to see what Council wishes.

Josef looks unimpressed by either the report or the Countessa. He shrugs with
  indifference at her question to the Council.

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_____________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Haroon______________________

Fullname:  Haroon Osman Kiamil        Faction:   Bajazet                    

Title:     Lord Bashir                Position:  Regent of House Bajazet   

Age:       64

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Jans frowns, quite obviously disturbed by the apparant illness his longtime
  boyhood friend apparantly suffered from. He sighs, "The Regent Bajazet, Lord
  Bashir Kiamil wishes to address the Chamber on this issue." He turns to
  Valentina, adding with slight bitterness "You may wish to stay, to redirect."

From the floor, Valentina nods to the Councilor Alvstad's suggestion. She turns
  towards the Lord Bashir Kiamil, and awaits his questions.

Haroon rises to his feet with his head slightly on one side and looks about the
  room with a sceptical expression. He clears his throat and intones "House
  Bajazet wish to offer their sincere condolences to House Moritani at this
  news. It is of course a great sadness to us that the Count was clearly taken
  so seriously ill in such a short" he clears his throat again "space of time
  from our last meeting." He folds his hands behind his back. "It is also of
  course a great disappointment to us all that Count Cesare, a man blessed with
  a sharp mind, cannot be here today for us to see him.. ah.. ourselves.. and
  offer our best wishes". At that he nods to the table and returns to his seat.

From the floor, Valentina nods, her eyes lingering on the Lord Bashir Kiamil a
  moment, "My Dearest Cousin has been on Grumman these many months ... our
  finest doctors in his attendence," she offers quietly.


(OOC) Lydiah says, "oops"

Sidra seems to faintly glow with concealed amusement.

Jans leans in close to the other members of the High Council for a moment.

(OOC) Sidra says, "Make that, -supressed-"

Mikhail regards the Contessa calmly if he regards her story as a falsehood none
  can tell.

Haelan appears to be within a breath of speaking for a moment, then, clasping
  something at his waist, he stops, his face calm as ever.

From House Bajazet, Haroon "hrmms" to himself at Valentina's response and
  brushes down a note.

Jans continues in debate at teh table with his peers.

From the floor, Valentina downcasts her eyes while waiting, brushing at an
  unforseen spot upon her skirts.


Byron clears his throat and tugs at his collar. He recrosses his legs and
  adjusts himself in his seat.

From House Moritani, Prospero says, "=:drums his fingers on the table."

Jans clears his throat after consulting with his two colleagues. "Is there a
  motion on the floor to accept this document as fact?"

Haelan smirks as Jans makes this comment, glancing over at Dr. Byron
  momentarily.

Valentina clears her throat, "Moritani motions to bring this document in as
  truth and fact."

Josef raises his hand and seconds it, as High Council member privledge.

From House Bajazet, Haroon looks around the hall slightly uneasily.

Valentina fixes an uneasy near-glare on the Lord Bashir Kiamil as she does this.

Jans nods. "Very well, Votes will collected by myself. Voting ends, in the
  agreed upon time."

(OOC) Jans says, "Okay folks. Alvstad, Atreides Baja Corrino Ginaz Mori and
  Rasta can vote."

(OOC) Jans says, "Votes are made by the one person in representation, to me,
  via guildmail by Thursday at midnight, GAMETIME. Technically, you should not
  discuss it ICLy with the rest of your House. You cannot be punished for your
  vote by your House, if you vote incorrectly. You have immunity by the rest of
  the Great Houses. Results will be posted. Any questions?"

(OOC) Haroon says, "I assume the document will remain here for later perusal"

(OOC) Jans says, "Yes."

(OOC) Jans says, "Any other questions on voting? I have a log, and will make
  sure votes are placed by the appropriate people."

(OOC) Jans says, "Last chance for a question in this room. I will take
  questions later. We need to move on."

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______________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Ornia______________________

Fullname:  Ornia Lear                 Faction:   Ginaz                      

Title:                                Position:  Baronin Ginaz             

Age:       18

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(OOC) Josef says, "Why can't we vote now?"

(OOC) Jans says, "Because, according to the rules, you are allowed time to
  contemplate. You can, if you want. But they will not be tallied until the
  appropriate time."

(OOC) Jans says, "Any other questions?"

Jans turns to Valentina, "The Landsraad thanks you for your timely explanation.
  The forms will be obeyed." He looks across the floor. "Baronin Ginaz, you
  wished to address the floor?"

Valentina relinquishes the floor.

Valentina joins the Moritani seating.

Ornia moves to stand up slowly and approaches the floor and curtsies before
  ever even speaking a word.

From House Ginaz, Justine looks to Ornia and gives her a small reassuring smile
  as she nods slightly to her.

Ornia leaves the Ginaz seating.

Ornia walks down to take the floor.

From House Ginaz, Justine watches Ornia take the floor and sucks in a breath,
  holding it.

Martin joins the Moritani seating.

Valentina leaves the Moritani seating.

Valentina walks to the east and passes through the Double Doors.

Prospero leaves the Moritani seating.

Prospero walks to the east and passes through the Double Doors.

Ornia speaks up clearly and adresses the entire assembly "Lords, Ladies and
  Coucil Members I Bring froth as a motion to this congress what my Brother
  Marquies Steffan Lear and his Advisors feel is a nessary thing

Jans nods, and opens his minutes to the appropriate page.

From House Moritani, Vittorio adjusts his seating, looking on with a bit of
  disgust.

From House Ginaz, Justine looks to Ornia with a bit of sadness and then glances
  around to the others, watching their reaction to her.

Ornia speaks up clearly and adresses the entire assembly "Lords, Ladies and
  Coucil Members I Bring froth as a motion to this congress what my Brother
  Marquies Steffan Lear and his Advisors feel is a nessary thing that is
  nessary in their eyes. It is motioned then by us that the Judge of the change
  be reconsidered for our our hosues changes being made."

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Martin looks to Justine and then back to Ornia.

From House Ginaz, Justine's head lowers a bit, making it obvious that the
  dealings being done, she is not a part of.

Jans nods, and scribbles something down in his notes. "So noted, Baronin. We
  shall take it under recourse, in our next High Council session. You will be
  informed."

Ornia curtsies again "We then Thank you for your time." she then moves to
  depart, but waits to besure they have asked all they wish.

From House Ginaz, Justine glances back up to Ornia and notices that she's still
  standing there. She brings a hand up to her mouth and coughs suttlely, hoping
  she understands the meaning.

Jans nods, "Very well. There is one last item, that I will put before the
  floor."

Ornia now takes her leave and moves back to her seat

Ornia relinquishes the floor.

Ornia joins the Ginaz seating.

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Rahven walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Rahven joins the Atreides seating.

Haelan looks to Rahven, nodding in her general direction and motioning calmly
  to a seat nearby.

Srulin walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

From House Ginaz, Justine smiles a little to Ornia and lightly pats her hand
  when she sits. She then turns her attention back to Jans.

Rahven walks in and quietly takes a seat

Boris walks in from Inner Rotunda through the Double Doors.

Josef looks towards Jans and awaits his impending announcement.

A clot of Harkonnen guards open the doors for the Baron, who enters, looking
  about as if he is thinking of buying the place, chuckling to himself. The
  guards bow and retreat properly as the Baron takes his place at his table.

Boris joins the Harkonnen seating.

You say, "House Ginaz has brought it to my attention that they wish to file
  protest to the alleged upcoming Corrino-Moritani wedding, in lieu of the
  current kanly on grounds of Imperial predjudices, and in specific references
  for Sardaukar troops invading Marcinko.""

From the Imperial Throne, Jeon blinks at the mention of his troops invading
  Marcinko.

Jans sips his water, and turns to Jeon, "Majesty, Sardaukar are currently
  quarterd on said planet, are they not?"

Srulin enters the Chambers in his wheelchair with one guard pushing him from
  the rear. The guard transports Srulin to the Ginaz seating area after he and
  Srulin their heads courteously to the Empire and everyone else present in
  this room.

Vittorio pr :slams his fist upon his table, glaring at the Ginaz, then to the
  Alvstad who has chosen to sponsor this announcement.

From the Imperial Throne, Jeon shrugs, "We have not sent Sardaukar to Marcinko.
  We know of no Sardaukar on the planet, if any are there without our exopress
  consent we shall have them duly punished in the Sardaukar tradition."

Haelan fails to hide a somewhat incredulous look in the direction of the
  Imperial Throne.

Srulin joins the Ginaz seating.

Boris murmurs, "Protest indeed." He snorts in derision as he produces a cigar
  and lights it, puffing a cloud of smoke about him.

Jans nods, and turns toward the Ginaz delegation, "Seeing as how any
  militaristic action of Sardaukar would deem a motion for redress in this very
  room, your petition is denied. No protest will be filed. In addition, as to
  the wording of the form sent to me, I am fining House Ginaz an undisclosed
  amount, and suggest they re-educate themselves with Section 166 of the Great
  Convention, concerning quartering of troops in the Imperium."

Josef throws a look at Boris as he speaks out of turn.

Jans bangs his gavel, then looks around. "Is there anything else, needing this
  Congress' attention?"

Boris applauds in approval of Jans' action.

Martin holds his hand over his mouth to hide the chuckle.

Josef looks to Jans with a bit of surprise and quickly to the Ginaz delegation.

Haelan shakes his head sadly, his eyes downcast.

Rahven leans back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly.

Ornia gives a nods of understanding to what is said

Jans nods, then looks to the Ginaz delegation. "Factors will contact your House
  officially, with the amount to be resolved in upcoming weeks." He slams his
  gavel three times, "Results of the voting will be announced publically. This
  session is adjourned."

Haelan mutters to Rahven, "... bode... with... this... make the... Landsraad
  worsen."

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