Platinum Ballroom -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
The huge scope, flair and dazzle of the Platinum Ballroom are no less than stunning. Designed primarily for acoustics, the massive Grand Ballroom is dominated by an oval ceiling, lending the space the auditory flexibility to manage anything from chamber music to large bands. White and platinum silver dominate the decor and lend the room an unexpected brilliance. The walls are covered in platinum details, along with the fixtures and the trappings. Twin balconies, a regal silver one and a stately white one, overlook the room from high on the east wall.
The parquet dance floor is seamed with platinum wire and could accommodate a horde of dancers. Nearby the dance floor is the huge orchestra pit, capable of holding the entire Kaitain Polyphonic.
The west wall is composed entirely of double French Doors, which admit the western sunset and permit open access to Ezher VII's Patio. Just as easily, when closed, the French Doors create an intimate setting for a more private affair. The lighting is brilliant, more dramatic than elsewhere in the Palace, befitting the festive function of the room. The entire room is picture perfection, groomed and maintained brilliantly.
Players:
Justine
Objects:
Imperial Footman
Exits:
Patio Doors <NW> leads to Ezhar VII's Patio -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
Valuted Double Doors <N> leads to Grand Dining Room -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
French Doors <SE> leads to Reception Foyer -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
Ornia is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Ornia has arrived.
Justine stands by the orchestra, speaking quietly with the band leader as she gives him final instructions.
Ornia steps through the doors quietly with no other withher but imperial servents that would make sure all visitors find there way here. She looks about timidly but moves off to one side to look about an dbe out of the way.
Justine nods to the band leader and gives him a nervous smile, "Thank you, the Emperor and I thank you." She then turns and hurries across the room to speak with the Head Servant, making sure he understands tonight's events as well, guests should be arriving soon.
The room itself is in the final stages of preparations. Some servants are still busy to prepare the abundant trays of food and the Imperial Majordomo nods towards Justine, accompanying this with a polite bow. "My Lady, everything is ready." he beams.
The footman raises his voice and proclaims, "Lords and Ladies of the Imperium! Presenting Baronin Ornia Lear!"
Justine smiles as she lightly places her hand on his arm and says, "Thank you very much." She sighs in relief but still looks very nervous as her eyes flow over the decorations. When she hears the annoucement, she looks to the door and beams as she makes her way over to her friend, "Ornia! Welcome!"
Ornia smiles just lightly and opens her arms to embrace Justine "It is good to see you again Justine." she smiles and looks about as she parts from the embrace "Why is it you seem well so busy this night?"
Justine gently embraces her friend and smiles, "The Emperor asked if I would play Hostess for a while, unfortunately, he's been slightly detained."
Ornia nods lightly and then asks "Is everything ok with the royal family?"
Justine seems surprised by the question but smiles a little and shakes her head, "Why no, of course not. Everyone is well." She quickly changes subjects and asks, "How are you? I haven't seen you for a while."
Tarkus is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Tarkus has arrived.
The footman raises his voice and proclaims, "Lords and Ladies of the Imperium! Presenting Viscount Tarkus Andre Romanov!"
Ornia nods and smiles "well then hopefully we will see them all tonight." she then shurgs a bit "I guess things are well, I have been just thinkign alot is all."
Justine stands near the entrance speaking with Ornia. She looks up at the announcement and offers a polite nod and smile to Tarkus before turning her attention back to her friend.
Ornia blinks at the announcement and then says lightly "Justine maybe you should greet the other guests I am not going anywhere for a logn while."
Justine nods a little to Ornia and shows a slight look of concern, "We'll talk later, okay?" She gives a supportive smile and quietly says, "I would now, but people are beginning to arrive and I have to mingle. So, if you'll please excuse me."
Lochinvar is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Lochinvar has arrived.
Tarkus saunters in, a smile on his face. He turns towards the Ladies Ornia and Justine, and bows ceremonially, " My Ladies a pleasure", he says
The footman raises his voice and proclaims, "Lords and Ladies of the Imperium! Presenting Major Lochinvar Alexander!"
Justine turns to Tarkus and curtseys to the man with a warm smile, "The pleasure is all mine, Viscount Romanov."
Ornia gives a small curtsy to Tarkus and then smiles at justine "Yes Iwill be around." with that she then steps off to move deeper into the room.
Justine watches Ornia leave with a slight frown and then looks to Tarkus with a smile and leans forward to whisper, "Dear Viscount, would you please do me a favor and go entertain my friend, the Baronin Lear?"
Cromwell is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Cromwell has arrived.
Tarkus he turns his head up to the ceiling, entranced by the grandiosity and exquisiteness of the new Ballroom. He turns sharply to the lady Justine, somewhat startled, " Oh pardon me My Lady"....I was er", he says looking up to the ceiling briefly. No matter, I trust all is well with the preparations
Justine chuckles to Tarkus and nods, "I understand." She signals for him to go talk to Ornia before she moves over to Cromwell and Lochinvar. She smiles and dips to them both, "Good evening, Gentlemen."
Lochinvar enters the rooom, and bows to Jusitne and Ornia. Then addresses, "Good evening Lady Justine, and I don't bleive I've had the privilage My Lady?"
Tarkus nods quickly , " Certainly My Lady"..He turns towards Major Lochinvar and the Mentat, and nods politiely before stepping deeper into the room.
A steady stream of minor nobilitiy is pouring into the Ball room, small groups forming in separate areas. The constant humming of chatter is filling the room, while the band is still studying their sheets quietly.
Ornia is just lightly drifting towards the silver balconys entrance stairs.
Cromwell smiles and bows, "Lady Garamond, a pleasure to see you."
Justine glances over her shoulder to Ornia and then looks back to Lochinvar with a smile, "That is the Baronin Ornia Lear, why don't you go and introduce yourself? I'm sure she would enjoy your company very much."
Tarkus strides over to the Lady Ornia, a smile playing on his lips. He raises his voice slightly, to be heard over the din, " Wonderful is it not...My Lady Ornia, this beautiful structure", he says poitning with an expansive sweep of the hand all over the ballroom
Cromwell mutters to you, "How are you this fine evening my Lady?"
Justine smiles to Cromwell, she seems to be growing more and more nervous, "How are you this evening, fair mentat?" She chuckles quietly when we both speak at once and then grins, "A little nervous, but otherwise well, thank you."
Ornia turns a bit startled by the person speakign to her and then nods "Well yes it is quite bueatiful." she loosk down "Just a bit expensive."
The guards in the Platinum Ballroom are clad in their best parade uniforms. The Imperial colors, shining metal and the determined faces of the men are but part of the decorations though, they seem to blend into the grandiosity of the rest. Truly, this Ballroom is called 'Platinum' for a reason.
Tarkus shakes his head slightly, " Ah well my Lady", he breathes..." Nothing is too expensive to showcase the glory of the Imperium". He smiles to himself as if sharing a private joke...
Ornia nods just lightly "Well yes that is true, but would it not to some seem to be a rubbing it in?" She sighs and bit and seems to look about for someone among the crowds that are arriving.
Justine stands near the door, greeting the guests as they come in. She stands tall and proud with a glowing smile, being the ever so wonderful hostess.
Jacqueline is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Jacqueline has arrived.
Jacqueline comes in quietly, glancing back over her shoulder just a second, before turning to take in the sight of the ballroom. She quickly moves out of the doorway, in case there are parties behind her.
Tarkus takes a step over closer to the Lady in an attempt to better hear her. His eyes flick back and forth constantly from the crowd, surveying the crowd, nodding politely to his acquaitances. His eyes follow the direction of Ornia's gaze...for a moment, before turning back to a contemplation of her. He shrugs, " Er...perhaps we might never agree on this Lady...after all the imperium must always be the cynosure of all eyes...". He shakes his head..." No matter...perhaps If I may get you a drink" , he trails off .
Justine stands near the door, greeting the guests as they come in. She stands tall and proud with a glowing smile, being the ever so wonderful hostess. She looks to Jacqueline and approaches her with a warm smile. She curtseys and says, "Welcome, My Lady. I am Lady Justine Garamond, Ward of the Imperium. Thank you for coming this evening."
Cromwell forms the second pair of the reception line at the entrance, pressumable making mental notes of those who arrive for future refernece or calculating their motives and intentions for the evening.
Amazingly, Jacqueline returns the formality. She gives a slight bow of her head, and says cooly, "Evening, milady," her words only slightly accented.
Ornia nods with a small smile "Well yes maybe a single drink." she folds her hands before her but looks again to the balcony "But I think I will rest for a bit up there care to join me at all?"
Cromwell smiles, "Admiral Smythers it is a pleasure to welcome you to the palace. Please enter and enjoy yourself to the fullest."
Justine motions grandly to the filling ballroom, still smiling and says, "Please, My Lady, enjoy thyself this evening. If you should need anything, simply ask and it will be done." She dips to the woman.
Jacqueline nods to the Lord Chancellor, "Thank you, Chancellor Cromwell," she says.
Tarkus turns at the sound of Lady Justine greeting someone, barely audible over the din in the ball room. He turns back to Lady Ornia, a smile on his face, trying to convey to her the geniality in the room. He bows smoothly, " It would be my honor Lady..perhaps If you would care to continue", he says nodding his head towards the balcony, " I will be shortly there..with the drinks"
Justine moves back to the door and resumes greeting those entering.
Lochinvar goes to get himself a drink.
Ornia smiles just a bit as she again looks about the crowd "Why thank you sir, I did not wish to occupie you for so long." she then waits there for a while
Jacqueline slips away from the reception line.
Cromwell departs for the Reception Foyer.
Cromwell has left.
Cuanu is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Cuanu has arrived.
The footman raises his voice and proclaims, "Lords and Ladies of the Imperium! Presenting Earl Cuanu ui Bennain!"
Tarkus nods with a smile. He turns and makes his way through the crush of people, to the liveried waiters. He leans over the drinks counter, and orders two drinks. WHile the waiters are busy in making the concotions, he turns around surveying the crowd..He nods briefly in acknowledgement to Lady Jacqueline, a smile on his face, before turning back to collect his order.
Justine smiles and curtsies to Cuanu when he enters, "Greetings, Earl Bennain. Pleasure seeing you again. If you'll please excuse me for a moment, I must go greet the other guests."
Lochinvar gets a glass of ale and stands in the corner alone.
Returning Justine's curtsy with a bow of his own Cuanu slowly makes his way into the ballroom, nodding to courtiers here and there, finally joining a group of highly decorated military personnel in a chat, set apart from the rest of the festivities. He doesn't seem to be the type to mingle with nobility, still wearing his regular uniform at a Ball such as this.
Jacqueline quietly moves to fetch a drink herself. If the waiters would allow it, she'd love a glass of bubbly.
You head out to the Foyer.
Reception Foyer -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)(#2481RtJ)
There can be no doubt that the architects of the Imperial Palace recognized that the first interior impression a visitor would have would be the Reception Foyer. The foyer is adorned with the most opulent and shameless decor of any space in the Imperium. Decorated in a soft-Baroque style, the massive, domed chamber, which reaches no less than 20 meters high, is masterfully designed -- and with inestimable precision -- to attenuate any echos or harsh sounds, despite the fact that the stark white marble floor is dressed with neither rug or carpet and the walls with not a single tapestry. The DOME itself bears a remarkable MURAL, the largest such self-supporting structure on Kaitain. Without exception, every noteworthy piece of furniture appears to be an original, priceless antique. The CHAIRS which line the walls at strategic points appear to be originals from the 7th millennium, flawlessly preserved. Two large gold framed MIRRORS adorn the north wall. Several PORTRAITS line the east and west walls. Honor GUARDS in dress uniform watch visitors motionlessly with penetrating gazes while Imperial servants mill about quietly on various errands.
Players:
Cyrus Sidra
Haroon Cromwell
Exits:
Dark Granite Stairs <U> leads to Halls of the Royal Residence -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
French Doors <NW> leads to Platinum Ballroom -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
Marble Archway <N> leads to Hall of Emperors -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
Gilded Doors <W> leads to Salon of Wallach I -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
Grand Entrance <S> leads to Cannon Green -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
Cyrus bows formally, razor-sharp smile present on his face as he straightens up and begins to study the surroundings.
Jans comes from the Cannon Green.
Jans has arrived.
Justine comes in from the ballroom and rejoins the reception line. She smiles and curtseys to the newly arrived guests, "Bajazet House! How wonderful it is to see all of you again."
Calix comes from the Cannon Green.
Calix has arrived.
Cromwell smiles and bows to the Bajazet contingent as they approach, "Welcome my Lords and ladies. It is a pleasure to welcome you to the Palace this fine evening. Please enter the ballroom and enjoy yourselves."
Haroon gives Justine a low bow "And you m'lady Garamond" He smiles rougishly "You must save a dance for this old warmaster"
Aurelia comes from the Cannon Green.
Aurelia has arrived.
Justine grins to Haroon as she dips her head to him and says, "I would be honored to have a dance with you, Regent, but you are by no means an old warmaster."
Jans stands behind the Bajazet entourage, chatting idly with the woman at his side. "...not the first time you have, surely?"
Cyrus turns his head and bows to each in turn. This could go on for hours, it seems.
Haroon chuckles and makes his way on through to the ballroom, saying to his companions "Well, we had better go and mingle"
Cromwell and Justine for a reception line in front the French doors leading into the ballroom.
Haroon passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Haroon has left.
Cyrus follows closely behind the Regent...
Sidra passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Sidra has left.
Cyrus passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Cyrus has left.
Calix is moving along rather unobstrusively behind and to the side of Jans and his date, his face devoid of much of anything other then a stern gaze to those who move past his vision field...
Justine nods to each of the Bajazets with a warm smile and then looks to Jans, Aurelia and Calix. She curtseys to them and bows her head slightly, "Welcome House Alvstad. We thank you for attending this evening."
Aurelia curtsies a bit from Jan's arm, but says nothing as yet.
Cromwell bows in concert with Justine, "Indeed, it is a pleasure to welcome the the Siridar-Earl and his household."
Calix tilts his head forward in a nod towards Justine, "Lady Justine. It has been a long time since we last spoke."
Jans smiles, and dips his head into nearly a bow. "It has been a long time, Justine. It is good to see you again." He lifts his head, "The Lady Felgaard, of the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood, who was kind enough to join me this evening." He turns the other way, "And of course you might recognize this charming fellow."
Steffan comes from the Cannon Green.
Steffan has arrived.
Satyavrat comes from the Cannon Green.
Satyavrat has arrived.
Sergei comes from the Cannon Green.
Sergei has arrived.
Justine clears her throat slightly and smiles as she corrects Cromwell, "Viscount, my dear Mentat." She nods to Jans and Calix, "Yes, it has been too long. I am glad to see the both of you doing so well this fine evening." She looks to the woman and dips to her with a kind smile, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Felgaard. I do hope that you have a wonderful evening. You are in good company."
Filarion comes from the Cannon Green.
Filarion has arrived.
Jans acknowledges the Lord Chancellor with a firm glance, then returs his focus to Justine.
Cromwell and Justine form a reception line infront of the french door leading into the ball room.
Satyavrat enters the room, keeping clear of the cluster of people. He eyes them from afar for a moment.
Boris comes from the Cannon Green.
Boris has arrived.
Helen comes from the Cannon Green.
Helen has arrived.
Iason comes from the Cannon Green.
Iason has arrived.
Ilsabet comes from the Cannon Green.
Ilsabet has arrived.
Cromwell and Justine form a reception line infront of the french door leading into the ball room.
Jans turns and glances over the gathering crowd. "It would seem we are holding up the line. Shall we join the festivities, my dear?" He guides Aurelia into the Ballroom.
Justine nods and motions towards the door with a smile, "Thank you for coming and do enjoy yourselves, House Alvstad."
Jans passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Jans has left.
Aurelia smiles at Justine again. "I do believe you are right." She is led on.
Filarion enters together with the Harkonnen party, staying at the Baron's right. Apart from their personal guards the Harkonnen are also accompanied by five courtiers, maybe even House minor nobles, dressed in festive clothes just like all the other nobles coming and going constantly.
Iason bows to the gathered nobles, following with Lady Helen on his arm.
Helen enters gracefully on Iason's arm, silent and smiling.
Calix passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Calix has left.
Boris enters with Ilsabet on his arm, and the Atreides just behind.
Justine's eyes fall upon the line that is forming and then to the next in line, Steffan. She sucks in a breath and curtseys to him, bowing her head, "Greetings Marquis Lear, thank you for attending and we hope that you enjoy yourself this evening."
Satyavrat walks with Sergei into the reception line behind the Atreides delegation.
Aurelia passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Aurelia has left.
Cromwell bows to the Marquis
Steffan bows to Cromwell and smiles.
Justine motions towards the french doors that lead into the Ballroom, "If you will step inside, I believe that your Sister has already arrived, Marquis Lear."
Justine seems not only nervous but a bit uncomfortable while speaking with Steffan. Her eyes straying to the line every so often and always back to him.
Iason bows a bit to Cromwell as well, following the line.
Steffan nods to Justine, "Thank you.."
Steffan passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Steffan has left.
Helen murmurs softly to Iason. her voice little more than a whisper.
Justine nods to Steffan and seems to relax a bit once he disappears. Her earlier smile returns as she looks to the Harkonnen crew and curtseys to them all, "Welcome House Harkonnen! We would like to thank you for joining us this evening. Please enjoy thyselves."
Cromwell bows to the Baron Harkonnen and his routine, "Welcome Siridar-Baron. It is a pleasure to welcome you."
Ilsabet nudges Boris with her elbow, "My Lord Baron, funny to see the Ginaz entering seperate. I can feel the love in the family already, eh?" She chuckles while smiling toward Justine and Cromwell. She curtsies to the two.
Satyavrat eyes the Harkonnen party a little warily, but maintains a friendly smile.
Iason smiles at something Helen says, leaning over to whisper a reply.
Boris chortles, sketching a bow. "Lord Cromwell, always a pleasure. We thank you for your hospitality. And Lady Justine, you're looking delicious this evening, as ever, eh?"
Justine's eyes shift to Ilsabet when she makes her comment but her smile never wavers. She then looks to Boris and grins, "Why thank you for noticing, Baron Harkonnen. I had it made just for your liking." She then motions to the french doors and smiles, "Please enjoy thyselves this evening. If you should need anything, merely ask and it shall be done."
Iason merely raises a brow at Helen, patting the hand she has on his arm lightly. "We shall see, m'Lady." he intones formally.
Ilsabet nods as she walks through, "We shall. And thank you again, My Lord and Lady."
Sergei removes a hankercheif and pats his face with it. He has a tired look on his face as he stands leaning on his cane.
You sense: Boris leers quietly at you.
Justine dips to Ilsabet with a smile, "You're most welcome, My Lady." Her eyes then look back to Boris and watches him as he departs with the others, giving him a nod of her head.
Hadich comes from the Cannon Green.
Hadich has arrived.
Cromwell nods and smiles to Ilsabet
Filarion silently nods to Justine as he passes, his hands clasped behind his back. Boring. At least that's what his stance and facial expression conveys. He leans over to the uniformed man accompanying him, speaking quietly to him for a moment.
Boris mutters to Ilsabet, "... those... remarkable."
Boris passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Boris has left.
Ilsabet passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Ilsabet has left.
Iason walks up to the greeting committee as the Harkonnen party passes, again bowing to the pair.
Hadich comes in just behind the last few straglers to the gathering. He quietly slips towards the wall and moves about with the various pages and clerks. Sliping into a positon that affords him a measure of visual dominance over the gathering, yet allows him to blend in with the other pieces of gaudy Imperialism.
Helen curtsies, perfectly in time with Iason, rising as he does.
Justine's brow rises slightly at the sight of Filarion, wondering who he is but puts that in the back of her mind as she greets the next guests with a smile. She curtseys to them and says, "Welcome House Atreides! Thank you for coming this evening. We hope that you enjoy thyselves and if you should need anything, merely ask and it shall be done."
Sergei shakes his head to Satyavrat, "no Im fine, but thanks"
Cromwell bows to the Lady Helen first then towards the Ambassador, "Welcome to the palace this fine evening."
Filarion passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Filarion has left.
Satyavrat nods solemnly. He faces the reception line with placid expression on his face.
Cyrus arrives from the brilliance of the Platinum Grand Ballroom.
Cyrus has arrived.
Cyrus passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Cyrus has left.
"Of that, I have little doubt, Lady Justine." Iason asserts, before repeating the bow to Cromwell. "I trust that his most Sublime Majesty is in excellent health, as always?"
Helen says, "Thank you for your gracious welcome... my father sends his regrets that he could not attend and hopes you will find the Earl and myself an acceptable substitute."
Justine nods with a smile to Iason and says, "But of course and he shall be joining us sometime soon. Unfortunately, he has been detained but anxiously awaits to join us." She then looks to Helen and curtseys to her, "More then acceptable My Lady and I am sorry that he is not able to attend this evening. Please send him our well wishes when you see him."
Cromwell nods and smiles, "Please enter and enjoy yourselves."
Iason says, "Your good wishes will be relayed."
Iason turns a bit to glance at Helen. "After you, m'Lady."
Justine dips to Iason with a smile, "Thank you, kind sir."
Helen passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Helen has left.
Iason escorts Lady Helen in.
Iason passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Iason has left.
Satyavrat and Sergei step forward behind Iason and Helen, stopping in front of Justine and Cromwell.
Justine smiles to the remaining guests and curtseys to them, "Welcome House Rastanyev! Thank you for joining us this evening. We hope that you enjoy thyselves and if you should need anything, merely ask and it shall be done."
Satyavrat bows first to the Lord Chancellor, than to the Lady Justine, keeping a hand free to assist the doctor. "Good evening my Lord and Lady. A pleasure to meet you both."
Cromwell smiles and nods, "Welcome to the palace gentlemen. I trust you will have a pleasant evening."
Justine nods her head to Satyavrat and speaks with a smile, "Tis a pleasure as well, sir. Please, go and join the others so we may start the festivities."
Satyavrat smiles. "I regret to inform you that the na-Earl has been detained on House business. We hope he will arrive later this evening, although nothing is certain. He sends his regrets to his Sublime Majesty."
Justine smiles to Satyavrat, "I will be happy to relay the message for you and hope to see the Na-Earl later, it has been a while since I have seen him."
Cromwell nods and motions toward the frenchdoors, "We will convey the na-Earl's regrets."
Satyavrat nods to Cromwell and Justine. "Thank you, and a good evening to you both." He turns towards the doors, assisting Sergei forward.
Satyavrat passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Satyavrat has left.
Sergei hobbles foward next to Satyavrat breathing a bit heavily now. He tries to bow as he passes. "an impressive palace.."
Sergei passes through the French Doors as they are opened by footmen.
Sergei has left.
Justine releases a heavy sigh as the last remaining enter. She looks to Cromwell with a very nervous smile and says, "Now, for the hard part, my speech. Wish me luck."
Cromwell smiles, "Good luck."
Justine chuckles lightly to Cromwell, "Thank you." She looks to Hadich and asks with a smile, "Joining us, Major?"
Hadich makes his way towards the doors as the last strands of nobels enter. He takes a moment to turn and glance over the room searching for anything out of place. Then turns back and prepares to enter himself after the two lords.
Hadich snaps his heels and bows. "Yes, unless requested otherwise Lady Garamond, it is customary to have a grouping of Honor guards for the general well being."
Cromwell says, "After you m'lady. I have some business to attend to briefly.""
Justine nods to Cromwell, "Of course." She then looks to Hadich with a smile, "I would be honored, Major, thank you." She inhales deeply and then enters the room.
Cromwell is passed by the imposing Honor Huard before the Marble Archway.
Cromwell has left.
The French Doors are opened for you by footmen as you approach.
Platinum Ballroom -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
The huge scope, flair and dazzle of the Platinum Ballroom are no less than stunning. Designed primarily for acoustics, the massive Grand Ballroom is dominated by an oval ceiling, lending the space the auditory flexibility to manage anything from chamber music to large bands. White and platinum silver dominate the decor and lend the room an unexpected brilliance. The walls are covered in platinum details, along with the fixtures and the trappings. Twin balconies, a regal silver one and a stately white one, overlook the room from high on the east wall.
The parquet dance floor is seamed with platinum wire and could accommodate a horde of dancers. Nearby the dance floor is the huge orchestra pit, capable of holding the entire Kaitain Polyphonic.
The west wall is composed entirely of double French Doors, which admit the western sunset and permit open access to Ezher VII's Patio. Just as easily, when closed, the French Doors create an intimate setting for a more private affair. The lighting is brilliant, more dramatic than elsewhere in the Palace, befitting the festive function of the room. The entire room is picture perfection, groomed and maintained brilliantly.
Players:
Aurelia Jans
Boris (bar) Justine
Calix (bar) Lochinvar (bar)
Cyrus (bar) Ornia (silverbalcony)
Filarion Satyavrat (bar)
Haroon (bar) Sergei
Helen Steffan (silverbalcony)
Iason Tarkus (silverbalcony)
Ilsabet (bar) Xy
Jacqueline
Objects:
Imperial Footman
Exits:
Patio Doors <NW> leads to Ezhar VII's Patio -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
Valuted Double Doors <N> leads to Grand Dining Room -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
French Doors <SE> leads to Reception Foyer -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
Sergei hobbles slowly over to the bar and slides onto one of the stools. He drapes his on the side of the bar.
Sergei takes a seat at the bar.
Cyrus listens intently at the bar conversation, swiveling around so that his back rests on the bar itself, looking out across the room, but keeping a close eye on things at hand.
The footman raises his voice and proclaims, "Lords and Ladies of the Imperium! Presenting Lady Justine Garamond!"
Calix mutters to Haroon, "... Jans... handle such... will be... Kaitain."
Jans mutters to Aurelia, ":sets his... glass... another... servant.... to... dance... "Would you... dear?""
Justine enters the room looking rather nervous. She inhales deeply and then very slowly makes her way towards the stage area, weaving between the guests. As she passes them by, she nods to them with a smile.
As the Lady Garamond enters the Orchestra falls quiet
Hadich is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Hadich has arrived.
Lochinvar nods to Satyavrat.
Cyrus catches Haroon's and turns his head, sliding off his stool and stepping over to introduce himself properly to Calix, razor-sharp smile shone on his face. "Cyrus Ismet Ghislan," comes his voice as he bows. Again, that smile could cut glass.
Ornia stands up where she is on the silver balcony and finishes off her wine as she watches justien now
As Ilsabet approaches Jans she lowers into a curtsey. "Good evening My Lord Viscount, I do hope your enjoying the ball." Her lips are curled upward, forming a sharp grin.
Iason turns to bow a bit to the Lady Justine again, before straightenig to listen for Lady Helen's reply.
Aurelia mutters to Jans, "... out-of-place, of course.... honored..."
Justine reaches down and pulls up her dress slightly as she ascends the few steps up to the stage and then lets it fall once she is on it. She moves to the middle of the stage and faces the crowd, awaiting for them to fall silent before she speaks.
Satyavrat taps Sergei on the shoulder, turning to face the Lady Justine.
Almost having completed his circling through the hall, the Lord Lankiveil moves closer to the bar once more, joining the Baron there, his eyes briefly flickering over to Justine as she prepares to speak.
Filarion takes a seat at the bar.
Helen curtsies a bit exactly as Lord Iason bows, its enough to make one wonder if they practice this in their spare time.
Jans pauses as the music stops, and he finds a Harkonnen Ambassador in front of him. He pats the hand of the
Lady Aurelia as it rests upon his right arm. "We are indeed, thank you very much."
Aurelia dips a curtsey in return to the Harkonnen lady and smiles, but says nothing.
Lochinvar only if he's not supposed to be on duty
Ilsabet curtsies to the others by Jans, preparing to begin speaking again she pauses, turning towards Justine.
Satyavrat turns to face the Bajazet and Harkonnen Siridars, eyebrow cocked. He lets his gaze slide off of them, back to Lady Justine at the top of the steps.
Sergei turns to view the lady Justine as well. He sip breifly on his drink.
Tarkus descends from the silver balcony.
Iason nods to Helen, before leaning over to mutter to her again.
Hadich strides into the room, sliping among the knots of patrons as he makes a cursory pass through the room.
An attempt at subtle awareness, that the room is protected and disturbances will not be tolerated. He snaps his heel once upon the ground then clears his throat loudly as he draws near the stage. To stand just below Justine, in an attempt to draw more attention to her as she desires to speak.
Iason mutters to Helen, "... about the bar... now... there... the... it.. and... later?"
Aurelia mutters to Jans, ":offers for... Viscount.. "Lady Ilsabet..."
Lochinvar stands up from the bar.
Justine's eyes continue to flow over the room as she waits for everyone's attention. She stands tall and proud but appears nervous as well.
Iason flashes Helen his best smile, adding genuine warmth to it, before sweeping her towards the bar where it seems a goodly section of the crowd is.
From the orchestra pit a slow drumming arises, grows louder and quickens in pace, then abruptly stops.
Tarkus makes his way through the crush of fellow revellers, nodding here and there to acquaintances and noted nobles.He joins Hadich, at the foot of the stage, surveying the room to see if people are paying attention
Lochinvar walks up to Hadich and stands besdie him.
At the bar, Calix takes a sip of his cognac, before turning back towards Cyrus. "Now, this is a lively festivity, I suggest we enjoy it. If you require any business matters, feel free to stop in to the Embassay. I will notify security to give you access." Calix then raises his glass, and turns away to head over towards Jans and company.
Satyavrat mutters to Sergei, "... may need... off... attract... attention of this..."
Calix stands up from the bar.
Justine smiles warmly as she clasps her hands together and places them in front of her waist. Her eyes linger out in front of the people gathered and waits for it to become silent before she clears her throat and loudly proclaims, "Good evening My Lords, My Ladies and gentlemen! On behalf of His Most Sublime Majesty, Jeon XIV, Padishah Emperor of the Known Universe, I would like to welcome all of you this evening. We are here tonight to celebrate the newly redecorated Palace. So please, relax and enjoy yourselves with savory hors d'oeuvres, fine drinks, wonderful music and enchanting dancing while admiring the new surroundings." Her arms then lift, hands come apart and seperate to spread out, motioning about the room. "Again, we thank you for coming!" Her head nods once, signaling the servants to enter the room with trays filled with crystal glasses full of drink and scrumptous appetizers and for the orchestra to begin playing their sweet serenade. She smiles and steps down from the staged area to begin mingling amoungst the guests.
Boris applauds Justine's speech, politely.
Helen returns the smile warmly, nodding to those already there when they arrive. She takes a glass from a passing servant with a pleasent nod.
Ornia just claps lightly and then settles back into her seat to remain really quiet
Satyavrat starts to applaud, but then gives up as Justine melts into the crowd.
Tarkus lifts his glass slightly, a smile on his face, acnowledging the speech....
Jacqueline doesn't really acknowledge the speech with clapping or anything. She just moves to fetch herself another drink.
As the Lady is done with her speech the music begins playing once more, the orchestra impressing with a rendition of a famous classical piece of a Kaitain composer.
Servants flow throughout the room, offering glasses of the finest wines or special requested drinks along with assorted mouth watering delectables.
Tarkus mutters to Hadich, "I trust..er..the... arrangements... satisfaction"
Jans smiles, as if a thought clicked into place. He again pats the young Bene Gesserit's arm affectionately. After pausing a moment for Justine's speech he turns his attention back to Ilsabet. "Ah, Lady Ostrlik, yes. Thank you again, for your well wishes."
Steffan smiles as Justine gives her speech. He stands quietly siping his wine.
Satyavrat summons a servant over to the bar, snatching a small plate of some sort of stuffed mushroom.
Iason also puts his hands together for the Lady Justine, before stopping at the bar to procure himself a goblet.
Lochinvar sees every thing is good, walks back to the bar.
Lochinvar grabs his two pints of ale and walks off with them.
Ilsabet returns her attention back towards Jans, "Good to hear My Lord... What I had come to ask my Lord is if my Lord would care to join me for a drink at the bar."
Ornia finnaly stands up and yawns a bit as she seems to prepare to leave the balcony.
Jans glances over to the bar.
Lochinvar goes into corner by himself and begins drinking one of the pints of ale.
Filarion stands up from the bar.
Iason nods a bit to the passing Sardaukar, politely, lifting his goblet to his lips as he finds a place to stand, by the Lady Helen.
Satyavrat mutters to Sergei, "... far... anyone... cares. We're not the most... have... but... na-Earl... doubt... a... on..."
Helen takes a seat at the bar.
Ornia descends from the silver balcony.
Justine stands at the foot of the stage, speaking with some of the guests. Her smile seems permanently fixed on her face and her head keeps nodding to show she's paying attention. After a moment, she excuses herself and moves over to a server and whispers something in his ear. He nods to her and then departs, returning moments later with a glass of water for her. She thanks the man and takes a sip, eyeing the crowd over the rim of her glass.
Jans turns his attention back to the Harkonnen Ambassador. "It seems a trifle congested for my tastes. Perhaps you will join us in the balcony for a quiet drink?"
Helen takes a seat near the bar, her skirts arranging themselves gracefully. She sips her drink, smiling over the rim of her glass at Lord Iason.
Iason takes a seat at the bar.
Moving away from the bar once again, Filarion mingles with the crowds, moving towards the balconies, placing his empty glass on one of the tables as he passes, his guard following at a respectful distance.
Ornia slowly decends back to the main floor and then loosk about and sighs at how crowded it is and then just starts to make her way towards the exit.
Ilsabet looks over her shoulder towards the bar as well, "I would be honored to accompany my Lord in the balcony."
Iason returns Helen's smile, then glances around again to see who else is present.
Jans ascends to the white balcony.
Aurelia mutters to Jans, "... clicks... she... anything. When... don't... her... almost imperceptibly."
Calix siddles back into Jans vicinity, leaning over to whisper something into his cousin's ear.
Tarkus raises an eyebrow, somewhat bemused by the actions of Major Lochinvar. His eyes strain, peering through the crowd, trying to keep the Major in his soghts. He shrugs and turns to mutter something in Hadich's ear.
Boris tosses back his drink and pushes away from the bar in disgust. He takes up Jans' invitation and his courtiers follow in his wake.
Hadich mutters to Tarkus, "... as... can... grimly~"
Boris stands up from the bar.
Boris ascends to the white balcony.
Lochinvar takes a seat at the bar.
Tarkus mutters to Hadich, "... see...well... for... top..."
Aurelia ascends to the white balcony.
Ilsabet ascends to the white balcony.
Lochinvar stands up from the bar.
Jacqueline slips up to Iason and Helen a moment.
Calix mutters to Jans, "... says the arrangement... later dealings.... seemed in... be... from..."
The room fills with the alluring sounds of gentle music as the orchestra plays it's soft songs for the guests.
Lochinvar looks worried and tries to makes his way through the people to Tarkus.
Ornia skirts about the dance floor and pauses at the bar and just moves in close to order a drink.
Helen reaches out to take one of Jacqueline's hands in hers, leaning in to whisper to her.
Hadich mutters to Tarkus, "... Lochnivar is... similar... and different... myself.... sway... However,... with... should..."
Iason tips his head to the arriving Jacqueline, offering her a small smile.
Cyrus glances over at Ornia and nods in greeting, then takes a quick sip of his drink and returns his attention to
Haroon near him.
Justine's eyes continue to pan the room slowly, making sure that everyone is being tended to and seeming to have a good time. She spots Filarion once again and decides to make her way over towards him, curious to know who this man is.
Satyavrat smiles as Ornia passes. "My lady."
Haroon stands up from the bar.
Haroon ascends to the silver balcony.
Jacqueline rolls her eyes skyward to Helen's words, and cracks a grin. Her chuckling can be heard near the three of them, and she returns the greeting with a grin
Tarkus lounges around next to the stage, sipping his wine quietly. His eyes remain mobile, surveying the patrons... He inclines his head slightly in the direction of Hadich, " Yes that would be for the best major ....but less us hope that it does not come to that"
Jacqueline mutters to Helen, "... the 'arse... ye."
Jacqueline then half-grins to Iason, "An' he'd be a good starting point," she winks to him.
Lochinvar walk up to Tarkus and Hadich and nods to both, "My Lord Tarkus, have you seen Lord Dukhan, I need to talk to him urgently?"
Helen giggles at Jacqueline's words.
Calix elects to take some air on Ezhar VII's Patio.
Calix has left.
Ornia looks to Satyavrat for a bit and nods with a smile as she finnaly get her vodka martini.
Iason merely raises a brow at Jacqueline, then glances at Helen.
Helen mutters to Jacqueline, "... aim... certain... With a target -that-... could I miss?"
Satyavrat glances over at Helen, obviously picking up some rather amusing points from her conversation.
Jacqueline passes her slightly empty glass to Helen. At her next comment, she bursts into full-fledged laughter, and agrees heartily, with an, "Aye, Milady."
Hadich nods slowly to Tarkus, as his eyes never stop searching the crowd. His hands are intertwined behind his back as he stands and speaks. "Of course Viscount Romanov, ... I always hope for the best."
Jacqueline mutters to Helen, "... he'd sink... the..."
Cyrus blinks as his communicator chirps, and he downs his drink rather quickly and scoots the empty glass across the bar while he heads for the exit...
Helen flashes Jacqueline a grin that is pure girlish mischief, then takes a sip from her own glass.
Cyrus departs for the Reception Foyer.
Cyrus has left.
Tarkus looks up sharply at Major Lochinvar, his eyes coming to rest on the Major. He waits a moment or two...his eyes fixed on the Major...scanning for any signs of intoxication. Apparently satisfied he continues, " He is not here at the moment Major..perhaps you would care to wait or let it rest for another time", he says eyes flicking warily to fellow revellers/
Filarion turns to face Justine upon being approached by her. Bowing his head he offers his greetings, "My Lady." Picking a glass of wine from the tray of a passing servant he offers, "I do not believe that we have met before, "Count Filarion Lankiveil is my name."
Ornia downs her vodka martini rather quickly and then looks about and then starts to move towards justine
Iason merely does his best to look pleasant for the crowd, sipping ta his wineglass while sitting at the bar.
Justine curtseys before Filarion with a warm smile, "No, I do not believe I have either. It is an honor and a pleasure to meet you, Count Lankiveil. I am Lady Justine Garamond. I hope you are having a pleasant evening."
Helen mutters to Jacqueline, "... if... want... promised... with... and... that... dance... someone... on my..."
Jacqueline grins to Helen.
Jacqueline mutters to Helen, "Aye... rarity... pick... fight with... wrong person."
Lochinvar nods at Tarkus and walks back in to the crowd.
Ornia pauses near justine and then polietly speaks up "Exacuse me my lord." she then loosk to Justine "Lady Garamond I just wanted to wish you a good evening before I left."
Helen mutters to Jacqueline, "... Go... of... before... stupid party... freezes on your..."
Tarkus turns to Major Hadich and inclines his head politely, " Excuse me Major...I muse see to a few things"
Haroon descends from the silver balcony.
Justine turns her attention to her friend and frowns in disappointment, "You are leaving us so soon, Baronin Lear?"
Shrugging slightly, Filarion replies, "It is.. pleasant, yes." He smiles nonchalantly, spotting the approaching Ornia from the corner of his eye. Taking another sip of his wine he observes Ornia talking with Justine, only nodding his head politely.
Jacqueline nods politely to Iason.
Steffan nods to Haroon, "Indeed Regent...."
Jacqueline mutters to Iason, "Good evening..."
Iason dips his head again to Jacqueline, letting Helen and Jacqueline talk.
Hadich nods to Tarkus. "Of course Viscount Romanov, good day." He then resumes his stoic gaze over the sea of blue blooded humanity.
Helen gives Jacqueline's hand a final squeeze, then lets the girl depart.
Haroon ascends to the white balcony.
Ornia nods slowly "I am afraid so, I have soemthing I wish to do this evening and since I do not think I will be doing much more than drinkign here I will take my leave." she then looks down "I will hopefully see you again soon." once that is said she again looks to Filarion and curtsies "Again my appologies my lord for the interuption."
Tarkus walks to the bar, glass held loosely in one hand and clearly empty. He spots a passing waiter and deposits the glass on the waiters tray, before continuing on
Tarkus takes a seat at the bar.
Jacqueline slips towards the doors, putting her empty glass on a passing tray as she begins to meander out of this fiasco
The footman raises his voice and proclaims, "Lords and Ladies of the Imperium! Presenting Lord of Rivest Sin'Vaari Rivest!"
Satyavrat nods to Sergei, whispering something, then stands and walks away from the bar.
Satyavrat stands up from the bar.
Sin'Vaari ascends to the white balcony.
Justine reaches out to take Ornia's hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. She looks to her with a soft smile and nods, "I understand and I'm sorry that you have to leave. Please take care of yourself, my dear friend. If you wish to talk later, just call upon me, okay?"
Iason returns his attention to the room, sparing Helen only a single reaised brow and a small mutter.
Iason mutters to Helen, "..."
Jacqueline departs for the Reception Foyer.
Jacqueline has left.
Ornia smiles back at Justine and nods "I am going to Write my Fieance and then try and get some good rest."
Helen mutters to Iason, "... with... was... escape."
Iason nods to Helen. "Ah."
Iason glances around again.
Satyavrat mills around the crowd, smiling and bowing to minor nobles as he comes across them.
Justine nods a little to Ornia and gives her a reassuring smile, "Rest well. I will talk with you soon." She gives the hand one final squeeze and then releases it.
Helen sips her drink, watching the party go on past.
Haroon chuckles and replies to Jans "I shall be but a moment Viscount" He rummages in the folds of his pelise, pulling out a scrap of material. It looks like part of a standard "A gift for you Baron, the rest decorates a wall in the Summer Palace" The cloth looks like a battle scarred fragment of a Harkonnen standard.
Ornia turns then slowly to let Justien get back to those she was speakign with before makeing her way to the store.
Lochinvar walks up Lord Satyavrat and nods, "Good evening, Lord Satyavrat."
Satyavrat looks at Lochinvar. "Ah, good evening Major. How are you." Interestingly enough, the phrases is posed as a statement rather than as a question.
Justine watches Ornia leave with slight concern but then turns back to Filarion with an apologetic smile and says, "Please forgive me Count Lankiveil. Is there anything I can do to make your evening better?"
Ornia departs for the Reception Foyer.
Ornia has left.
Iason looks over towards the white balcony, then around the room again,
Lochinvar catches the Lord's tone, "I'm well, and you?"
Satyavrat nods absently, "Well, well...enjoying the evening of festivities our Sublime Emperor has arranged for us..."
Filarion follows Ornia with his eyes for a moment before he turns back to Justine, "I would be honored if you maybe would grant me the pleasure of a dance later tonight?" he inquires, tilting his head slightly. Twisting his glass between his fingers the Lord's glance wanders across the room, as if he were looking for something .. or someone.
On the white balcony, the Baron Harkonnen glowers at Haroon. His hand strays to his kindjal, sheathed at his thigh. He forms his hands into fists, deliberately and intentionally, face coloring as he takes the scrap. "Haroon..." he begins, through clenched teeth. "Warmaster, we'll speak again on this again, eh? Or perhaps I can convey my sentiments through those brave Bajazet soldiers who are my guests on Malarca, eh?"
Lochinvar raises his glass to Satyavrat, "Wonderful, My Lord. Glad to see someone is enjoying themselves."
Justine dips her head with a warm smile to Filarion and replies, "It would be an honor to do so, Count Lankiveil. Until then, please enjoy thyself."
Satyavrat smiles at the Major.
Lochinvar nods and walk away.
Helen shivers delicately, and takes a sip of her drink.
Hadich swivels his eyes up towards the Balcony, his honed senses picking up on the rumblings of a disturbance. Hawklike eyes stray over the conversing group as a nearly invisable thumb movement unsnaps the holster to his stunner pistol.
Tarkus turns towards the sound of the Barons more than audible voice... He grins sardonically, lips turning at the corners slightly. He sighs and mutters to himself, " Such are the games..they play".. He shakes his head momentarily, before taking a large gulp of the wine ..
Lochinvar notices his fellow Sardaukars, and takes note on his envoriment.
Haroon descends from the white balcony.
Justine moves away from Filarion and begins to mingle with various guests, playing the perfect....well, almost perfect, hostess.
Sin'Vaari descends from the white balcony.
Sin'Vaari departs for the Reception Foyer.
Sin'Vaari has left.
Haroon mingles his way towards Justine through the throng nodding greetings and smiling to those he passes
Hadich glances about, then inclines his head towards a page. A slight nod, and he slips through the various groups of people before vanishing into the hall.
Hadich departs for the Reception Foyer.
Hadich has left.
Justine catches sight of Haroon making his way towards her so she turns fully towards him and curtseys in greeting while flashing a smile, "Greetings again, Lord Bashir." Her eyes float towards Boris and then back to Haroon with a grin, "I hear that you've been playing nice with the Harkonnens."
The room fills with the alluring sounds of gentle music as the orchestra plays it's soft songs for the guests.
Servants flow throughout the room, offering glasses of the finest wines or special requested drinks along with assorted mouth watering delectables.
Returning Justine's nod with a small smile Filarion resumes his strolling through the huge hall. Holding one hand to his ear the man furrows his brows, alertly scanning his vicinity for several minutes. Apparently, in vain. So the Count resumes his more casual walking, ascending towards the Silverbalcony, accompanied by another Harkonnen noble and his guard.
Haroon chuckles to Justine "Well I could hardly keep my glad tidings from him now could I my dear?" He glances around the room "Now I feel I should take my leave before the wine flows any more freely eh?"
Iason drains his glass before holding it out for a refill.
Jeon is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Jeon has arrived.
Filarion ascends to the silver balcony.
Justine's head shakes to Haroon and says, "In such a place, Lord Bashir." She grins again, "You should be ashamed." She then frowns a bit and asks, "What about the dance, you promised? Surely you aren't leaving before then?" She smiles to him.
The footman raises his voice and proclaims, "Lords and Ladies of the Imperium! Presenting Emperor Jeon XIV!"
Haroon smiles amiably and takes Justine's arm "How could I miss such an opportunity?"
Iason slips off his stool to bow to the newly arrived Padishah Emperor, hastily - but not too hastily - setting his glass down.
On the white balcony, Jans stands from the settee he was lounging on, turning and facing the door he drops into a stiff formal bow to his Imperial Majesty.
Justine chuckles quietly to Haroon and then turns her head towards the announcement. She curtseys regally and bows her head to the Emperor.
Haroon bows deeply to the Emperor, with the Lady Garamond on his arm.
Tarkus straigtens up, his hand no longer resting on the bar counter. He settles the lapels of his jacket slightly, his expression alert, head turned towards the entrance foyer..
Steffan bows as the Emperor enters and smiles as he looks down.
Helen rises gracefully, setting her glass down. She curtsies deeply to the Emperor.
Sergei slips off of his bar stool long enough to bow, with the help of his cane.
Lochinvar walk up to Tarkus and stands beside him.
Aurelia rises and makes her curtsey almost to the ground. Then back to where she was.
Jeon walks in, and smiles happily. He crosses his arms and looks about to see all the people so assembled. There seems to be quite a crowd. He acknoweldges the bows and curtseys with his own bow. He says in general, "Thank you, my friends. Please, resume enjoying yourselves." Then he walks over to Haroon and Justine, "May I have the next dance, Lord Bashir. A promise is a promise," he adds cryptically.
Tarkus bows deeply, from the waist in the direction of the Emperor
Haroon chuckles to Jeon "Of course your Majesty, I shall try not to tread on her toes too often in the meantime"
Justine blushes to Jeon and nods to him with a smile, "But of course, Your Majesty. I wouldn't dream of breaking my promise to you." She then looks to Haroon and asks with a smile, "Shall we?"
Lochinvar bows to the Mightly Emperor.
Haroon escorts Justine to the dancefloor
Iason straightens, then glances at Helen. "Shall we do the same?" he asks her, gesturing towards the dance floor.
Haroon steps on to the dance floor.
Jeon grins, and nods, "Very kind, Lord Bashir. And my Lady Justine, I meant my promise to -you-!" He chuckles and then wanders the floor looking for familiar faces.
Helen smiles at Iason. "It would be my pleasure, my Lord."
Tarkus turns idly towards Iason and Helen, and nods with a smile encouraging them to take the dance floor
On the dance floor, Haroon leads Justine onto the floor, takes one hand in his, puts his other on the small of her back and begins to lead with a suprising degree of delicacy and skill.
You venture on to the dance floor.
Helen stands up from the bar.
Iason stands up from the bar.
Iason rises from the bar, Helen's hand on his arm as he guides her towards the dance floor.
Justine follows along with Haroon and assumes the position with Haroon. She grins up at him while they dance, "You dance eloquently, Lord Bashir. Not like an old warhorse at all."
The room fills with the alluring sounds of gentle music as the orchestra plays it's soft songs for the guests.
Helen steps on to the dance floor.
Lochinvar keeps smiling, but scans the room more looking for possible threats.
Iason steps on to the dance floor.
Jeon decides to make a tour of the balconies. He enters the white one first, only because it's closest.
Ilsabet descends from the white balcony.
From On the dance floor, Haroon mutters, " :moves across the floor with a stately grace leaning in to murmur to her "I apologise if my little game with the Baron has caused any bad feeling.. I promise to be on my best form after all this business is over""
Jeon ascends to the white balcony.
Ilsabet departs for the Reception Foyer.
Ilsabet has left.
On the dance floor, Justine chuckles quietly and shakes her head to Haroon, "No apologies needed, Lord Bashir because no harm was done." She grins and adds, "Now, if swords had been produced and a duel had ensued, then I would have been a bit upset."
Iason stops at the dance floor and bows to the Lady Helen, before straightening up again to offer her his hands.
On the dance floor, Haroon chuckles as he spins Justine round carefully "Of course, nothing would come to that.. though I have learnt that in both statecraft and war to win one must be seen to be winning.. and what better chance to show up the Baron than tonight?
From On the dance floor, Haroon mutters, "My Lady, it is a while past since you were our honoured guest, but I do hope that your sentiments for House Bajazet remain the same..?"
Helen curtsies as Iason bows, straightening up as he does so. She slips her hands into Iason's, her eyes shining as they begin to dance.
On the dance floor, Justine moves fluently along with Haroon on the floor and replies with a smile, "Just be glad that your showing happened before the Emperor showed up. Not sure how he would have taken it." She nods to him and softly says, "But of course, Lord Bashir. I have never held ill will towards your Beloved House and never can. House Bajazet offered their doors to me when I had nowhere to go and I will be forever grateful for that."
On the dance floor, Haroon turns at the end of the dancefloor and begins a circuitous route back the other way deftly passing the Atreides with a nod and smile to the couple.
On the dance floor, Justine dances around with Haroon and when they pass Iason and Helen, she offers them a smile and a nod, "Glad someone else is out here dancing as well. I hope you're enjoying your evening, My Lord and My Lady."
From On the dance floor, Haroon mutters something to Justine.
On the dance floor, Haroon continues to dance with a smile, but the tone of his murmuring to Justine carries a serious air.
On the dance floor, Helen answers politely, "We are... thank you."
On the dance floor, Iason displays the quality of his training. himself and the Lady Helen gliding across the floor.
He inclines his head to acknowledge the comment, but concentrates on the dance.
From On the dance floor, You mutter something to Haroon.
Lochinvar looks up at Emperor Jeon to make sure he is safe.
On the dance floor, Helen moves gracefully across the dance floor, her eyes shining. She and Iason move like two halves of a whole, gliding effortlessly through the movements of the dance.
On the dance floor, Haroon nods to Justine as he deftly leads Justine into the last stages of the dance as the song comes to a finish.
From On the dance floor, Haroon mutters, "My thanks, though do not go out of your way to do so by any account. i shall seek an audience with Cromwell soon, myself."
From On the dance floor, You mutter, "chuckles quietly as she shakes her head and replies, "It is not out of my way, dear Lord Bashir. Our dear Mentat has been busy lately, I might be easier to contact then him. I will let you know as soon as I can.""
On the dance floor, Justine moves along with Haroon, obviously enjoying herself and the conversation.
On the dance floor, Iason ignores the mutters behind him, sweeping Helen in an elegant flourish.
On the dance floor, Haroon finishes the dance with a flourish as the music stops, and turns to bow to the other dancers with a smile of thanks. He leads Justine off the dancefloor "Come, I cannot keep you from his Majesty any longer"
On the dance floor, Helen's eyes sparkle in delight as the dance ends... but she makes no move to leave the dance floor, instead moving closer to Iason to await the next dance.
Haroon leaves the dance floor.
On the dance floor, Iason walks off to one side, waiting for the next set to begin.
On the dance floor, Iason walks off to one side with Helen rather.
Justine stops when Haroon does and curtseys to him with a smile, "Thank you for the dance, Lord Bashir. I enjoyed it very much."
You leave the dance floor.
The room fills with the alluring sounds of gentle music as the orchestra plays it's soft songs for the guests.
Servants flow throughout the room, offering glasses of the finest wines or special requested drinks along with assorted mouth watering delectables.
Haroon smiles to Justine and then turns to the white balcony to bow to the Emperor, indicating that his time is up.
Haroon mutters to you, "Thank you for a wonderful evening, and I hope that my request isn't too much of an imposition. Now I must return to the embassy and get back to work."
You mutter to Haroon, "No, thank you, Lord Bashir and it isn't. Thank you for coming and I shall see you soon. Until then, please take care of thyself."
Haroon makes his way towards the exit, dropping a low bow to the ballroom as he takes his leave.
Haroon departs for the Reception Foyer.
Haroon has left.
You ascend to the white balcony.
Lochinvar walks over to a servant and takes a glass of wine off the tray. Then sips it quietly.
Justine slowly walks up to the white balcony, approaching Jeon. She smiles and nods to the gathering, stopping near the Emperor's side.
On the dance floor, Iason leads Helen back out onto the floor for another dance, moving into the flow of dancers with his escort. Together they move with consummate skill, discarding business in favor of the dance.
On the white balcony, Jans sips his drink, then shrugs and sits back down as the Emperor makes his departure. He looks over at Boris, with an incredulous look upon his face.
Lochinvar feels someone looking at him.
The room fills with the alluring sounds of gentle music as the orchestra plays it's soft songs for the guests.
On the white balcony, Boris drops on to one of the sofas and lights another cigar, meeting Jans' expression with one of his own.
Satyavrat ascends to the silver balcony.
On the white balcony, Justine nods to both Boris and Jans, "Hello My Lords, I hope you both are enjoying yourselves." She looks to Jans and his companion as she motions to the dancefloor, "Viscount Alvstad, perhaps you should take your enchanting guest for a dance? The music is quiet lovely this evening."
Sin'Vaari is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Sin'Vaari has arrived.
The footman raises his voice and proclaims, "Lords and Ladies of the Imperium! Presenting Lord of Rivest Sin'Vaari Rivest!"
On the white balcony, Jans smiles, "The music is fine indeed. Perhaps in a short while. The Baron and I were trying to have a small discussion."
Satyavrat looks down at the entering noble from he silver balcony.
On the white balcony, Jeon says, "was about to leave but for the time since he's been in deep conversation with a guard, who is discussing something. The Emperor frowns and nods."
Sin'Vaari looks around the Ballroom as he enters.
On the white balcony, Justine looks back and forth between Boris and Jans, then blushes slightly, "Oh, I am sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I merely came to claim my promise from the Emperor." She looks to Jeon and asks, "Your Majesty?"
Lochinvar takes a seat at the bar.
Satyavrat nods. He takes a seat and extends his hand. "Satyavrat Devhapti, Senior Diplomat for House Rastanyev. A pleasure to meet you both." He smiles mildly, settling down at his seat.
On the white balcony, Jeon turns and smiles, "Oh ... Lady Justine, have you been standing here this while? Sorry, this guard was telling me that the Suks are continuing even more tests of my Love." He sighs, "But, you are right, come I owe you a promise. Shall we?" He offers her his arms.
Aurelia has partially disconnected.
Lochinvar nods back to Tarkus.
On the white balcony, Justine slips her hand under the crook of his arm and nods to him with a smile, "Of course, Your Majesty and no apologies are needed." She then walks down from the balcony with him, leaving Boris and Jans to talk.
You descend from the white balcony.
Iason continues to dance with Helen on the dance floor.
The room fills with the alluring sounds of gentle music as the orchestra plays it's soft songs for the guests.
Lochinvar orders another pint of ale and mumbles to himself, "Uhh..If only I could get drunk."
Servants flow throughout the room, offering glasses of the finest wines or special requested drinks along with assorted mouth watering delectables.
Jeon descends from the white balcony.
Sin'Vaari departs for the Reception Foyer.
Sin'Vaari has left.
Jeon steps on to the dance floor.
You venture on to the dance floor.
Lochinvar stands up from the bar.
On the dance floor, Jeon takes Lady Justine by the hand, and places another on her waist. He smiles and waist for her hands to assume their proper positions.
On the dance floor, Iason inclines his head again to Helen, spinning her off towards another section of the floor.
Tarkus stands up from the bar.
On the dance floor, Helen gives a soft laugh of delight as she and Iason move as one, gliding effortlessly about the dance floor.
Sergei stands up from the bar.
On the dance floor, Justine moves in front of Jeon and holds his hand while placing her free hand on his shoulder. She grins a little and says, "I'm ready when you are, Your Majesty. Although I ask that you try not to show me up too badly this evening."
Tarkus walks towards the Silverbalcony. He steps gingerly around the dance floor... and stops for the briefest of moments bowing to the dancing forms of the Emperor and lady Justine ..before making his way
Sergei takes his cane and makes his way towards the door, tapping it on the floor as he walks.
On the dance floor, Iason simply flashes Helen another smile, dipping his head in as if acknowledging something, figuratively and literally doing his best to sweep her off her feet. But not to show up the Emperor.
Tarkus ascends to the silver balcony.
Sergei departs for the Reception Foyer.
Sergei has left.
On the dance floor, Helen has no interest in showing up the Emperor... Her only interest is in Iason and the dance.
Satyavrat ascends to the white balcony.
Tarkus notes the hurrying form of Lord Satyavrat with a cursory glance...before turning back to the guests at the balcony..
On the dance floor, Jeon chuckles and dances with Justine, leading her. He knows how to use his feet, but he's not a graceful dancer. Graceful fencer, yes, graceful dancer, not really. Still, he's lithe and nimble enough to not screw up, and he never steps on Justine's toes.
Satyavrat walks into the balcony slowly, taking note of the occupants. He bows to both men present, saying "Ah, pardon me, my Lords. I apologize for the interruption. May I join you...or is this a...ah, private conversation?"
On the dance floor, Iason performs this dance as he does all his duties - efficiently and skillfully, though this one seems more enjoyable than most.
Lochinvar elects to take some air on Ezhar VII's Patio.
Lochinvar has left.
On the dance floor, Justine follows along Jeon's lead, making him look a little better then he actually is. She smiles up at him and says, "You will be pleased to hear that this evening is going very well, Your Majesty. Everyone seems to be having a lovely time and even behaving themselves under the circumstances."
Satyavrat descends from the white balcony.
On the dance floor, Helen's eyes are shining as she dances... Duty seems to be the furthest thing from her mind.
Satyavrat takes a seat at the bar.
On the dance floor, Jeon smirks and says, "I predict that won't last. We have people from factions who hate each other standing some two feet from each other. I predict at least one brawl ensuing. But, if they do it right, it might be a fitting distraction." He manages to correctly execute a spin, adding a wink to Justine.
On the dance floor, Iason dips Helen, pulling her up without missing a beat.
On the dance floor, Justine is taken by surprise a bit by the spin and chuckles with a nod, "Very well done, Your Majesty." Her brow then rises, "You approve of such actions taken at a time such as this? I'm surprised. I mean, actions such as those belong out on a battlefield, not in the middle of your lovely ballroom." She smiles to him.
On the dance floor, Jeon shrugs, "I come from a warrior culture, where dancing is used in martial art. Some dances involve naked Sardaukar in a highly ritualised dance, like ballet. Only unlike ballet, we are fully armed with serrated knifes and no shields. So, a little pansy butt dueling will hardly be of much consequence to me."
On the dance floor, Helen laughs, as she comes up from the dip, slightly breathless as she continues to dance with Iason.
On the dance floor, Iason's light feet make easy work of the dance, for the most part ignoring the other couple's conversation.
Cromwell is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Cromwell has arrived.
On the dance floor, Justine laughs at the Emperor's tale and shakes her head as she asks, "Naked Sardaukar's? Oh my! Well, I am thankful that I've never had to see such sights." She smiles and continues to dance with ease in the Emperor's hold.
On the dance floor, Jeon turns around gently lets go of Justine's arm, and makes a sweeping bow. He stands up straight and only winks at her comment about nudity and the Sardaukar.
Aurelia descends from the white balcony.
The room fills with the alluring sounds of gentle music as the orchestra plays it's soft songs for the guests.
Satyavrat glances at Aurelia from the bar, then turns back to his contemplation of the balconies above him.
On the dance floor, Helen seems to be ignoring the world, much less the other conversation. ;) Her full attention seems to be on Iason and the dance.
Cromwell quietly enters making a quick survey of the ballroom and the assembled dignitaries.
Aurelia moves down the stairs, and towards the bar. She stops at the elbow of the Rastanyev lord. "My lord, may I have a moment of your time?"
On the dance floor, Justine grins and curtsey's to the bow before taking a couple of steps towards him and resuming the dance, "And you try to claim that you do not dance well, Your Majesty. You don't give yourself enough credit."
Satyavrat turns, rather surprised to face Aurelia. He smiles pleasantly. "Of course, my Lady. Do sit down...or would you rather go elsewhere?"
Aurelia takes a seat at the bar.
Aurelia does sit. "Thank you."
On the dance floor, Jeon bahs and actually blushes, the bow and the resumption of dancing signals a new phase to the rather courtly, ancient, and clearly idiosyncratic dance. Still, Justine knows her stuff, surmises Jeon. He says, "And you, Lady Justine, dance exceedingly well."
On the dance floor, Justine falls in steps with Jeon as the dance changes. She smiles softly and quietly says, "Thank you, Your Majesty. My father taught me when I was younger. Although, it's been a while since I have danced as such. I thank you for honoring me like this."
On the dance floor, Jeon smiles and tells JUstine, "One ancient varient of this dance was called the Dance of the Chalice. The dance was as much a task in passing the cup between the two dancers, and stopping it from spilling, as it was of moving your feet about the floor."
On the dance floor, Iason sweeps Helen around the floor, twirling her out, then back into his arms as the set ends.
On the dance floor, Justine's brow rises, "Oh? I did not know that." Her eyes move to the positioning of the hands, bodies and feet before looking back to the Emperor with a light chuckle, "Exactly how is that to be done? How would you pass the chalice?"
On the dance floor, Jeon smirks, "Well, in the lover's version, every time you kiss, the other partner grabs the cup, and pulls it away. It takes some skill, since both sets of eyes are closed. Still, you at least stop moving you feet for that. The less romantic version involves interlinking your arms and passing it along to the next."
Hadich is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Hadich has arrived.
Satyavrat stares up at the White Balcony for a moment before returning his gaze to the Lady Aurelia.
On the dance floor, Helen catches her breath as the dance ends, and the next one begins. Her eyes sparkle as she moves into the more stately, formalized patterns. She is focused on the dance, the movements, each to be exactly -so-. Though there is something in the way her fingers brush against Iason's hand when they touch, or how she meets his eyes.
On the dance floor, Justine moves in rhythm with Jeon, listening intently to his explaination of the fabled dance. She then chuckles and says, "It sounds complicated." Her lips form a soft smile and then softly speaks, "Perhaps soon, you and Ceile can show me the lover's version. I would be quite interested in seeing it."
Hadich renters the Ballroom, once again weaving slowly through the crowd in a hopefully inconspicious manner as possible in regimental attire. Then assumes a rigid stance in visually dominant position as to better eye the guests and room.
On the dance floor, Jeon chuckles and notices that the music has stopped, and a new song begun. he blushes and says, "Well, My lady Justine, I was so concentrating on you and my own explanation I seem to have monopolised you.
On the dance floor, Iason is, as always, proper in all things, even within the framework of the dance. He does, however, let the mask down some to show his genuine enjoyment of the dance, drifting with Helen, making motion sculpture.
On the dance floor, Justine's head shakes to Jeon and smiles to the man, "I have been enjoying it, Your Majesty." She then looks about the room and chuckles lightly, "Besides, I don't see anyone else waiting for a dance, do you?"
On the dance floor, Helen murmurs to Iason, "We should get something to drink, and socialize... if we keep this up, people will talk...."
On the dance floor, Iason murmurs back to Helen, "After you, M'lady."
Helen leaves the dance floor.
Iason leaves the dance floor.
Iason follows Helen off the floor, hand in hers, towards the bar.
Servants flow throughout the room, offering glasses of the finest wines or special requested drinks along with assorted mouth watering delectables.
The room fills with the alluring sounds of gentle music as the orchestra plays it's soft songs for the guests.
On the dance floor, Jeon shrugs, "We should mingle, however. Let's see what the other balcony is up to, since we've been to the white one already."
Helen takes a seat at the bar.
Helen accepts a glass from a passing servant and sips it slowly.
On the dance floor, Justine nods with a smile to Jeon and says, "As you wish, Your Majesty." She then takes a step closer to him and plants a soft kiss on his cheek saying, "Thank you for the dances." before stepping away and giving him a curtsey as well.
Iason takes a seat at the bar.
On the dance floor, Jeon chuckles and leads the way.
Jeon leaves the dance floor.
You leave the dance floor.
Jeon ascends to the silver balcony.
You ascend to the silver balcony.
Lochinvar arrives from Ezhar VII's Patio.
Lochinvar has arrived.
Lochinvar walks over to bar.
Lochinvar takes a seat at the bar.
On the silver balcony, Jeon ascends and looks around to see who is actually here, and what they're up to.
On the silver balcony, Justine follows just behind Jeon until they have reached the top of the balcony, then she moves to his side. Her eyes also roam about the area but she has a warm smile on her face.
On the silver balcony, Filarion slowly rises from his chair, bowing to Steffan. "Marquis, it was a pleasure tallking to you. Maybe we should get some sort of discussion going, to reevaluate our differences." Not noticing the approaching Emperor, he smiles, "Maybe it's going to be a decent Harkonnen party we'll meet at next."
Helen sips her drink, quietly listening to the talk flow around her.
Lochinvar looks over to Satyavrat, "My Lord, might I ask how Major Ramius is?"
Iason turns to look for another glass of wine,his eyes roaming over the crowd.
On the silver balcony, Steffan sips his drink and nods to the Count, "Indeed, perhaps.."
On the silver balcony, Jeon frowns, and says somewhat loudly, "Decent? What's not decent about this party?"
Boris descends from the white balcony.
Jans descends from the white balcony.
Boris is laughing to himself as he leaves the balcony. Some of his courtiers fall into step behind him.
Lochinvar nods in return, shruggs, "Ah, my friend, the best a noble soldier can get out of get ups like these."
Boris mutters to Filarion, "... profitable... We'll..."
On the silver balcony, Justine cringes slightly at Jeon's unhappy words and her smile fades into a concerned look. She looks to Jeon and tries to soften the mood again, "Your Majesty, I'm sure that wasn't what he was implying."
Satyavrat catches a glimpse of the descending siridars from the corner of his eye. "Good to hear, Major, good to hear," he replies to Lochinvar.
On the silver balcony, Jeon looks at Justine, "I'd like to hear for myself what he says he was or was not implying, Lady Justine."
Boris pushes out of the ballroom, still roaring with laughter.
Boris departs for the Reception Foyer.
Boris has left.
Jans adjusts the lace on his cuffs as he limps up slowly behind Aurelia, his cane beneath his arm.
On the silver balcony, Justine quickly shuts up and nods slowly to Jeon, her eyes moving to Filarion hoping that he replies as she did, for she'd hate to see such a lovely evening become ruined.
On the silver balcony, Filarion freezes as he hears the Emperor behind him. Turning around, he bows, daringly replying, "Your Majesty, this here Ball is more than decent, it is glorious. I took the liberty to use 'decent' in connection with a Harkonnen fete."
On the silver balcony, Steffan bows as the Emperor appears. He smiles, "Indeed, I quite pleasant evening.."
Helen sets her empty glass down, and glances at Iason.
On the silver balcony, Jeon smirks alittle, allowing his warrior trained muscles to release some of their tension. He nods and says, "Little tip for survival, always watch what you say, some people have terrible tempers and little tolerance."
Lochinvar address Iason, "My Lord I hope you are in good spirits to night, and no trouble water is between us?"
Servants flow throughout the room, offering glasses of the finest wines or special requested drinks along with assorted mouth watering delectables.
Jans mutters to Aurelia, "... lightly... shoulder. "Am I... my..."
Iason nods to Helen, then gets to his feet. "I am. I fear, however, that the LAdy Helen is tired, so we should make our departure.
Helen stands up from the bar.
Iason stands up from the bar.
On the silver balcony, Justine sighs quietly in relief, her own stature relaxing once again. Her eyes shift to Steffan and rest on him for a moment before looking back to Jeon and Filarion.
Helen rises to her feet, resting a hand on Iason's arm.
Satyavrat looks over to the Atreides. "Good night, my Lord, my Lady."
The room fills with the alluring sounds of gentle music as the orchestra plays it's soft songs for the guests.
Iason bows deeply to the others, then towards the Emperor.
Aurelia straightens and rises from her seat as the Viscount Alvstad touches her shoulder. Her cheeks color just a bit, guilty? Surely not. She smiles and curtseys again to him. "Not at all, was your Lordship's visit concluded successfully?"
Helen curtsies to the others, then towards the Emperor.
On the silver balcony, Filarion smiles broadly - one of those trained diplomat smiles, yet his words flow easily as he says, "Your Majesty is of course right and I apologize if my words inconvenienced your Majesty in any way, it was not meant that way." At least it wasn't meant to be heard by the Emperor, that much is certain!
Iason straightens, then leads Helen back out of the room.
Helen departs for the Reception Foyer.
Helen has left.
Iason departs for the Reception Foyer.
Iason has left.
Aurelia mutters to Jans, "... seat. "Please.""
Jans raises an eyebrow at the color in her cheeks, giving the Rastanyev diplomat a quick, but meaningful glance. "It was pleasant, which is sometimes more than the Siridar Baron can manage."
Satyavrat smiles slightly. "So the Lady Aurelia tells me. Thank you, my Lord."
On the silver balcony, Jeon nods, and says, "Well, don't let me butt too much into the situation. Just mingling with the loyal subjects." He adds a smile.
Satyavrat smiles at the Viscount's words.
Aurelia smiles broadly. "Might we be honored by your Lordship's presence? Please, have my seat." WHich happens to be next to the Rastanyev gentleman.
Enough embarassment in front of the Emperor for tonight, it really is time for Filarion to leave. With a smile towards the Emperor and Justine he bows deeply, then brushes past them to make his way down the balcony.
Another Harkonnen and their guards following, Filarion exits the Ballroom.
Filarion descends from the silver balcony.
Filarion departs for the Reception Foyer.
Filarion has left.
Lochinvar stands up, "If my Lords and fair Lady excuse me, my brain is tired and I need to sleep. Good morning to all."
Satyavrat nods amiably to Lochinvar. "Pleasent dreams, Major," he says as the Sardaukar departs.
On the silver balcony, Justine watches Filarion's hasty departure and then looks back to Jeon and then to Steffan. She swallows heavily and slowly becomes nervous and a bit uncomfortable.
Lochinvar drinks the whole pint in one gulp, "I shall, Illyana will keep me company tonight."
Lochinvar beelches and turn to leave.
Lochinvar stands up from the bar.
On the silver balcony, Jeon smiles brightly. Should he meddle? Should he leave well enough alone? Should he meddled? Should he meddle? he consensus seems ... meddle, oh yeah, meddle big time, "Now, isn't this nice?"
Lochinvar walks over to Hadich, "Hadich I need to leave, I hope you can handle all this you self?"
On the silver balcony, Steffan takes another sip from flute as he peers over the balcony again. He turns as the Emperor speaks.
On the silver balcony, Justine clears her throat as she looks around the nearly empty ballroom and nods with a nervous smile, "Yes, Your Majesty, very nice. They workers did a very fine job with the renovations."
Jans shakes his head slightly, "No, thank you. I need to strech my leg for a while. It is still surprisingly tender. My dear, are you wishing to stay much longer?"
On the silver balcony, Steffan nods at he again looks over the balcony, "Yes indeed, very impressive..."
Hadich raises an eyebrow as he glances over Lochinvar, then nods slowly. A voice akin to grinding gravel rises forth. "Of course Major, I and the remaining members of the Honor guard will be ever vigilant." His lip curls for a moment as the acrid twinge of drink asails him, then he continues. "Good evening Major, I hope you rest well."
On the silver balcony, Jeon rests his right hand on Steffan's shoulder, and his left hand holds Justine's. He grins brightly, and tries to give them significant looks, "Hmmm? Mmm?"
Satyavrat regards the exchange between Sardaukar with a modicum of interest.
Aurelia smiles. "As you wish, Lordship."
Aurelia mutters to Jans, "... would like... with..."
On the silver balcony, Justine's eyes move to the hand on her shoulder, then to the hand on Steffan's shoulder and then to the Emperor. She smiles a little sadly and says, "I said it was very lovely, Your Majesty."
Lochinvar adds, "Be wary of Aires."
Lochinvar walks over to stairs.
Jans nods at the Sister's words. He turns to Satyavrat. "Please, call upon my Embassy this week. Or, better yet, come out to our Estate for dinner. We would be most glad to have you over. And the Earl Stalinsky, of course. I haven't seen him in some time."
On the silver balcony, Steffan stands erect when he notices the Emperor's touch. He glances still down over over the balcony. "yes, indeed, quite nice.."
Satyavrat nods graciously. "Thank you for the invitation, my Lord. I shall speak with the na-Earl on the matter. I hope to see you soon."
Lochinvar drops to one knee and bows humbly before the Great Emperor.
Lochinvar stands back up and walk to the exit.
Hadich glances about the room once again, his thinned gaze levels upon Satyavrat, noting his undue interesting in the conversation. Before swivelling back towards Lochinvar, a brow arching at the odd warning. He exhales slowly, then makes a wide circle of the room to another advantageous yet similarly out of the way position to resume his watch.
Jans nods, and smiles as he takes Aurelia's hand in his. "Please, do call upon us soon. I might have something to speak about that may be of some interest."
On the silver balcony, Jeon folds his arms in a huff, "Oh, you two and deliberately being poo poo butts. Well, fine. The party seems to be splitsville. You two have your worst moments when parties break up. When everyone is gone, run, don't stop, just run from each other. Only meet in public.
Lochinvar departs for the Reception Foyer.
Lochinvar has left.
Satyavrat nods. "Thank you, my Lord. Good evening." He turns to Aurelia. "My lady."
Aurelia smiles to Satyavrat. "A pleasure, thank you for your company and the conversation."
On the silver balcony, Justine frowns to Jeon and states, "But, your Majesty, I have been busy entertaining guests all evening, at your request and the Marquis has been busy speaking with the Count."
Satyavrat bows from his chair. "The pleasure was mine, my lady. I hope to speak to you again."
Jans smiles amicably, as he begins to steer the Lady Felgaard through the thinning crowd toward the French Doors.
Satyavrat stands up from the bar.
Satyavrat strolls through the room, passing Hadich. "Good evening, Major. I hope you have a pleasant evening."
Satyavrat bows towards the Silver Balcony at the door, then saunters out of the Ballroom.
Satyavrat departs for the Reception Foyer.
Satyavrat has left.
Aurelia stands up from the bar.
Aurelia departs for the Reception Foyer.
Aurelia has left.
Jans reaches the French Doors. He turns, and upon locating His Majesty, offers a formal bow toward the 'silver' balcony. He then escorts the Lady out of the Palace.
Jans departs for the Reception Foyer.
Jans has left.
On the silver balcony, Jeon takes Justine's hand, and places it on Steffan's, "Steffan, stop acting like a stereotypical male, open your heart up. Allow a little cmpassion, and try for once to trust Justine implicitly. Justine, stop being a pig headed stubborn ..." he can't say anything else unkind to her, "Lady." He kisses her cheek.
On the silver balcony, Justine watches her hand being placed on top of Steffan's. Her eyes well up with tears but do not fall and almost instinctively, her thumb lightly brushes across Steffan's hand. Her eyes then close and her head nods a little as she replies quietly, "Yes, Your Majesty."
On the silver balcony, Steffan turns his glance to the Emperor, smiling thinly. After thinking for a moment, he replies, "I do not wish to spoil such a festive occasion Your Majesty. I will try to do as you ask.."
On the silver balcony, Jeon shakes his head and says, "Try not, do. There is no try." He smiles at the two and wanders down the balcony and moseys on out of the room altogether.
Jeon descends from the silver balcony.
Jeon stops at the door, "Oh, my lord Lear? The moral of tonight's story is don't disappoint a man whose favourite dance step is euphamistically called the Bowel Buster." He winks and sketches a salute.
Jeon departs for the Reception Foyer.
Jeon has left.
On the silver balcony, Steffan places the empty flute between his palms, he only nods while the Emperor speaks.
On the silver balcony, Justine sighs as Jeon leaves and quietly says, "I'm really sorry, I have asked him over and over again not to do this but it seems that he is being rather persistant on matters."
On the silver balcony, Steffan smiles faintly as he looks up at you, "Its ok, he means well."
On the silver balcony, Justine nods a little and quietly replies, "I know he does. He cares a great deal for me and wishes me to be happy." She looks out over the edge of the balcony and down towards the orchestra which is still playing, due to the fact that people are still here, even if it's only her, Steffan and Hadich, one of the Sardaukars.
Steffan got disconnected, so it ended here.