Dune III - Ulricke - Sunday, August 13, 2000, 8:10 PM
Garden of Bitterblooms -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)(#491RtJ)
This large, roughly circular garden is a wild tangle of flowers and plants, a dense, oppressive profusion of flora from many worlds. Dominating the garden are the small white bitterblooms native to Giedi Prime. They exude a musky, almost bitter aroma that hovers thickly over the garden, visible as a sort of white haze. Translucent roses compete for light with flowering inkvine plants. Elacca trees shade a chain of lilyponds where miniature alligators swim. Nearby, a stand of Caladanian dogwoods shelters a bloom of fragrant black lotus. Topiary hedges stand throughout the garden, here trimmed in the shape of a man coupling with a monstrous animal; there in the shape of a naked woman impaled by spikes; a third resembling a pack of wolves tearing apart a helpless child.
A stone path snakes from the walls of the embassy ground up to the doors of the embassy itself.
Players:
Boris Mintor
Mikael Ulricke
Exits:
Fanmetal Gate <NE> leads to Traffic Loop -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Burnished Doors <S> leads to Giedi Hall -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Mikael watches Mintor's discomfort with obvious amusement. His eyes glitter as he puts his head to one side and surveys Mintor from beneath his blonde fringe. He spins around as Ulricke enters, grins at her and moves to stand beside her. "A fine figure of a woman" he says to Mintor as he puts a hand around her in a.. presumably protective manner. "Men have gone blind from looking at you before, isn't that right sister?"
Ulricke says in an innocent and mild tone, "Oh - is that what they were doing?" she grins and leans over to peck Mikael on the cheek.
Mintor looks to Ulricke as she graces the Garden, "Well, the fates certainly do play tricks on me lately." Suddenly the Garden has become more radiant.
There is a croak and a splash as one of the gators flicks its tail in the pool.
The Baron seizes a slab of meat from the tray at hand and irritably tosses it to his restless pets. "Yes, yes, you little monsters!" he snaps. Splash!
Boris says, "Uli, you're looking lovely as ever. Mintor was just bringing us some gifts for the reception. Caladanian mussels--if ever there was an aphrodisiac, ot"
Boris says, "Uli, you're looking lovely as ever. Mintor was just bringing us some gifts for the reception. Caladanian mussels--if ever there was an aphrodisiac, it's Caladanian mussels, eh?"
Ulricke mms. "Sounds magnificient. Will you brother be attending, Mintor?" Ulricke inquires with a lick of her lips.
Mintor smiles to Ulricke, "I would not miss it for all the tea in Gerrashu."
Mikael lets a hand stray to his pocket and return with a cigarette. He lights it and positions it besides his head, using one hand to cup the elbow of the other.
Mintor acknowledges to Boris' comment, but still looking at Ulricke, "Yes...mussels can be...quite stimulating."
You say, "But Duke Praxton shall not be in attendance?"
Mintor cocks his jaw, "That I do not know, if he can get out from behind the desk in his study, but I shall be the Atreides /mourner/ to this memorial."
Mikael takes a puff on his cigarette and runs a hand through his hair as he exhales. He rests his elbow on his sister's shoulder and turns his head close to her ear to murmur something
Mikael whispers, "darling sister I think he may be in for a shock. You haven't been playing the innocent virgin role again have you?"
Ulricke leans over, murmuring in return.
You whisper, "Absolutely not. Though he has built up a rather interesting ideal of me, hasn't he?" to Mikael.
Mikael grins at his sister's comment and kisses her on the side of her head. He turns his attention back to Mintor. "Tell me My Lord, how is the Lady Andragoras lately?"
Mintor sighs, you could cut the tension in this garden with a damned knife. He turns alert to Mikael's question, "The Lady Andragoras is doing quite well, we had a chess match this morning, unfortunately she beat the living hell out of me," He smiles simply.
Ulricke seems rather relaxed, not an iota of tension in her body. Unless you count dynamic, of course. "I'm terrible at the game, myself. Not my sort of past-time, you see."
Mikael lets a smile play across his lips at the thought. "She must have taken losing rather badly.. it is good to see the bruises have mostly disappeared." He winks and chuckles with a gesture towards the embassy building. "Perhaps we should move inside. The gators climb out of the water sometimes if they don't recognise the guests.
Mintor nods, "Yes....perhaps."
Boris wipes blood from his hands. "And I must be dressed, eh?"
Ulricke looks over. "Father," she calls out, and then sighs, disengaging herself from Mikael to fuss over Boris. "Make sure to get the blood out from under your fingernails. You don't want to leave streaks on the memorial busts." she says. "Really, how you managed without me to take care of you..." she gives Boris a warm smile, and kisses his cheek, mindful of her dress.
Mikael clamps his cigarette between his teeth, thrusts his hands deep into his pockets and slouches off towards the Great Hall
Mikael walks to the south and passes through the Burnished Doors.
Mikael has left.
Mintor leaves Boris and Ulricke alone, following Mikael.
Mintor walks to the south and passes through the Burnished Doors.
Mintor has left.
Boris chuckles.
Boris walks to the south and passes through the Burnished Doors.
Boris has left.
You walk through the Burnished Doors.
Giedi Hall -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)(#492RantJ)
Every square inch of this huge domed hall is decorated in baroque, almost obscenely gaudy detail, displaying the vast Harkonnen wealth. The high walls defy description, as far as the eye can see a dizzying patchwork of gold, silver, ivory and brass in scales, chevrons and circles. The floor tiles form an intricate, seemingly random spiraling pattern in azure and teal. Statuary depicting Harkonnen victories stand in niches lit by floating glowglobes high overhead, glowering down at you. In the very center of the vaulted ceiling far overhead is an irregularly shaped skylight.
Players:
Boris Mintor
Mikael
Objects:
Bust of Etta Bust of Rhedek
Exits:
Grand Staircase <U> leads to Obeshev Landing -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Translucent Doors <W> leads to Librariat -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Spiral Stairs <D> leads to Abulurd Landing -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Ivory Doors <S> leads to Salon -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Burnished Doors <N> leads to Garden of Bitterblooms -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Mintor looks around the Hall, then to to the busts, realizing the solemn attitude in this room.
After fussing over Boris, Ulricke returns to take her brother's arm again.
Boris climbs the Grand Staircase.
Boris has left.
On the Obeshev Landing above, Boris walks to the south and passes through the Metaglass Door.
Mikael pats Etta's bust as he passes it, his mood decidedly unsolemn. He cocks a head towards the Salon and raises an eyebrow.
Ulricke looks over. "What is it, Mikael?" she asks in concern.
Mintor nods to Mikael, following him to the Salon.
Ulricke lets Mikael escort her in.
The twin slave girls hold the ivory doors open for you as you enter.
Salon -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
A long, low-ceilinged room, lit by freefloating suspensor lamps. In the very center of the room bubbles a small indoor fountain.The walls are paneled in comfortable dark woods. There are a variety of tables scattered about the room, promoting conversation and relaxation. Smoke usually fills the air. A low dais, accessible by a short flight of stairs, runs along the eastern wall, with more tables up there. Along the western wall is a sideboard, where Keffi waits to make guests comfortable.
Players:
Ulricke
Exits:
Sloping Tunnel <D> leads to Arena Grandstand -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Embellished Portal <S> leads to Dining Hall -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Ivory Doors <N> leads to Giedi Hall -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Keffi glances up and curtsies to Ulricke. "Welcome to the Salon, my lady! My name is Keffi. Your wish shall be my command."
Mikael enters the Salon from Giedi Hall.
Mikael has arrived.
Keffi glances up and curtsies to Mikael. "Good evening, Lord Mikael! How delighted we are to have you in the Salon once more."
Mintor enters the Salon from Giedi Hall.
Mintor has arrived.
Keffi glances up and curtsies to Mintor. "Welcome to the Salon, my lord! My name is Keffi. Your wish shall be my command."
Mikael furrows a brow at his sister and ruffles her hair with a grin "You are too good to me sister" he says and escorts her to a couch, onto which he settles beside her.
Ulricke bats Mikael with a touch of annoyance. "Don't muss my hair, Miki - it took me an hour to get it to smooth out."
Ulricke is wearing, one may note, 'proper' mourning garb.
Mintor sits in a chair across from the couch. He pulls out a cigarette case, with his crest engraved into the platnium. He pulls out a platnium lighter, lighting up the cigarette. He blows a heavy smoke from his mouth, then holding the cigarette like something off of a World War II film, with his thumb, index, and middle fingers.
Mikael gestures Mintor to take a seat as a slave approaches him and hands him a tall glass of sloth-gin. "I wonder what other mourners we shall attract today. A cynical mind might think that we have few friends here on Kaitain." He tips his glass at Mintor. "Although it is wonderful to see that some have come to so selflessly pay their respects to our fallen"
Mintor nods, with a smile, asking the slave kindly for a snifter of kirana brandy. "Mourning is not a pretty thing, My Lord, but it must be done." He takes a puff from his cigarette, the grey smoke emitting from his mouth.
Mikael whispers, "really sister, what are you wearing? I know that you don't want to get the fellow too excited but.. ankle length?"
You whisper, "Don't sound so appalled. It's tight enough, and one can't wear a stitch under it without creating a line - except appropriately placed weapons, of course. Be a good a brother and maybe later I'll let you see if you can find them." to Mikael.
Mikael looks his sister over. "Mourning can be done in a pretty way though." he grins. "Personally I knew neither of the fellows.. but we must seem to pay our respects eh?"
You say, "Those who die in the family name should be remembered by someone, even if its their own families."
Mikael quirks a brow at Ulricke and replies seriously "If we remembered everyone who died in the family name we would need more historians.."
You say, "Which is why they can be remembered by our families. But these where, as I understand it, significant members of the household here on Kaitan."
Mintor nods in thanks to the slave that handed him his snifter. He smells the aroma from the Brandy, with a mmm he takes a sip. Then continues in conversation, "Yes, I have heard nothing but good things of these people, by the Baron's account."
You sense: Mikael leans in to murmur while Mintor looks away "Now now sister don't play with me so. I may be no swordmaster but I have some small practice at frisking a woman for her hidden suprises."
You say, "The only poor thing I've heard of Lady Etta is of her marriage choice. I swear, it really just instills a desire in me to remain a bachelorette my whole life!"
Mikael raises a glass in a toast and grins broadly. "Unless of course you enjoy being shackled by your husband"
Mintor nods, with a smile, "Marriage to me is like sticking your balls in a bear trap, but then again that is just my young attitude/"
Ulricke looks to Mikael, "I only like being shackled half the time." she says, smiling sweetly.
Mikael senses, "Ulricke murmurs, "Really? You'll have to give me a practical demonstration of that later.""
You sense: Mikael 's hand strays down your back and his fingers come to rest lightly on a flat sliver of metal hidden in the small of your back. He traces its outline with his fingers and moves his hand away.
Ulricke looks up at Mikael briefly, granting him a sudden grin, before turning and regarding Mintor. "It's terribly kind of the Atreides to come. I wonder if the Moritani will make an appearance as well."
Mintor nods, with a smile, "Perhaps..."
Mikael nods to the na-Duke and takes a slow sip of his drink and smacks his lips in appreciation. "Youth is to be cherished while one has it. A life free of responsibility and devoted to idle persuits is every young man's dream is it not?"
Mintor shakes his head abit, with a smile. "There are other things in life I want, but you probably hit the nail on the head," He takes a sip of brandy, filling the smoke into the snifter.
Mikael hooks one leg over the other and reclines, letting his gaze drift up to the cieling. He blows a smokering and regards its progress towards the roof.
Mintor rests the snifter, still smoking with grey cigarette smoke on a small table next to his chair. He looks around, "Do tell me, when do the services start?"
You say, "Shortly, I'd imagine."
Mintor blows smoke up into the air, nodding as he takes a sip of Brandy.
Mintor smiles, "So what is on the agenda for today, Ulricke?"
You say, "Well, the funeral certainly. And a fete, possibly after that."
Ulricke looks up as a bell is struck. "Let's go gather, yes?"
You walk through the Ivory Doors.
Giedi Hall -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)(#492RantJ)
Every square inch of this huge domed hall is decorated in baroque, almost obscenely gaudy detail, displaying the vast Harkonnen wealth. The high walls defy description, as far as the eye can see a dizzying patchwork of gold, silver, ivory and brass in scales, chevrons and circles. The floor tiles form an intricate, seemingly random spiraling pattern in azure and teal. Statuary depicting Harkonnen victories stand in niches lit by floating glowglobes high overhead, glowering down at you. In the very center of the vaulted ceiling far overhead is an irregularly shaped skylight.
Players:
Ornia Marco
Martin Boris
Objects:
Bust of Etta Bust of Rhedek
Exits:
Grand Staircase <U> leads to Obeshev Landing -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Translucent Doors <W> leads to Librariat -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Spiral Stairs <D> leads to Abulurd Landing -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Ivory Doors <S> leads to Salon -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Burnished Doors <N> leads to Garden of Bitterblooms -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Mintor walks in from Salon through the Ivory Doors.
Mintor has arrived.
Mintor enters, a small ribbon of black on his uniform lapel, signifying mourning.
Ulricke murmurs, "Please excuse me." to Mintor, and winds her way over to Boris as is proper.
The front of the hall now holds a raised platform, holding the busts of the two slain Harkonnens. The Baron stands, arms behind his back near assorted Harkonnen notables and invited nobles, on the platform.
Prominent at the front of the hall are the honor guard of the Karposzines, an elite unit in black and scarlet uniforms, green scarves and white berets, soldiers of Etta's family. Also present, standing rigidly at attention, are a squad of hardbitten Penal warriors, some of the last men under Rhedek's command.
Martin remains silent and stands off to the side. He does not wish to interupt anything while they honor and pay their respects to those who they have lost. His eyes casually look about the great hall and the people who have gathered.
You sense: Boris pats Ulricke's hand. "Let's get on with this so we can commence with the orgy, Uli."
Cabal walks in from Garden of Bitterblooms through the Burnished Doors.
Cabal has arrived.
You whisper, "I'm glad you have your priorities straight, Daddy." to Boris.
Ulricke stands next to Boris, the ever dutiful daughter.]
Boris mutters to you, ":glances at Ulricke and chokes back something, although it's not clear what."
Mintor stands to the side, resting against a pillar traped with the colors of the Harkonnens. He looks casually at the procession, but solemly.
Cabal enters quietly to join the services already in progress, whereupon he takes his place near the Baron on the platform. He must have had some important military matters to tend to.
Ornia once before the the Bust of Etta she stands there and observes in silence and lowers her head some and then produces a single red Rose from one sleave and then sets it down infront of the bust before withdrawling from it slowly and respectfully.
The Baron's rumbling voice rings out, "My subjects, friends and tributaries. We are here to remember two great heroes of the ancient Great House of Harkonnen: Lady Etta Raia Karposzev, and Colonel Rhedek Maas-Stroheim. We are grateful for their sacrifice and will remember them always with honor."
Ulricke gives Ornia a nod.
Sen climbs up the Spiral Stairs.
Sen has arrived.
Sen says something into her communicator.
Ulricke considers for a moment, and then decides to leave the Bene Gesserit be. No point in upsetting the ceremony because one of the witches has decided to attend, and she did pay tribute to Etta.
Martin watches as the Bene Gesserit observes the Bust of Etta. He mentains his mask as she places the rose. He quickly turns his attention to the Baron as he speaks. He clasps his left arm with his right hand and looks down.
Sen touches the stud at her throat and hums slightly as she climbs the stairwell with her Jager escort.
He continues, "They were both killed in the recent action on the planet Malarca Secundus. Although Harkonnen was forced, by the treachery of fate, to withdraw from that benighted place, it was only through the actions of these two that made our withdrawal possible, and made it possible for us to seek our vengeance on our enemies. And seek it we will, I assure you!"
On the Obeshev Landing above, Milliano descends the Grand Staircase.
Milliano descends the Grand Staircase.
Milliano has arrived.
The Warmaster stands at attention as he fills his uniform well with his soldier's physique. He looks ahead at those gathered with cold, black eyes devoid of emotion.
Milliano walks in quietly, hands clasped behind his back, head bowed in respect.
Ornia moves herself to the back of the crowd again and listens and observes
Sen, in turn, observes Ornia with a keen, even predatory eye.
Boris says angrily, "I hereby pledge that their sacrifice shall not have been in vain. The blood of heroes is on the hands of Regent Haroon!" He glances to one side. "Now, my Warmaster, Ferrel Cabal, will speak of Colonel Maas-Stroheim."
Mintor nods to Ornia as she makes her way to the crowd, poor woman he thinks. His heart goes out to her, in an Atreides sympathetic way.
Marco takes on a somber expresssion in recollection. He looks up as the Baron speaks.
The Warmaster steps forward to address those gathered as he takes a moment to survey everyone. He begins in a commanding, gruff voice, "Colonel Rhedek Maas-Stroheim was a dedicated soldier, loyal without question to his House and the army that serves it. His orders were to hold the line, and he died carrying them out." He pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "-That- is the loyalty I demand of every soldier. -That- is the loyalty our Lord Baron expects from every subject of this great House. -That- is why Colonel Rhedek Maas-Stroheim will live on in death as a shining example of fierce loyalty and dedication Harkonnens are capable of." He steps back then, and turns the services back over to his Baron.
Sen adjusts her collar. Two House guards approach Lady Ornia, visibly torn between wanting to abuse her and not wanting to touch her. "Can't have ye here now, Lady," says the taller one on the left, leaning down with a discreet sneer. "Security. Ye understand if we ask ye t'leave quiet-like."
Mintor looks to Ornia, almost sorry for her to leave.
Ulricke leans over and whispers to her father.
Marco looks over at the commotion. Then back to the Warmaster as he speaks.
Martin watches the people on the platform for a moment, before he lets his concentrate his attention to the Warmaster. He listens to the speech, as it ends his attention is grabbed by the disturbance that has brewed around the Bene Gesserit.
Mintor looks back to the services, nodding with what the Warmaster said, but his eyes sometime drift to Ulricke.
Ornia looks directly at Sen, she shows no offense towards the man and then asks very quietly of the man to where only those near them may hear "And why sir am I being asked to leave in such a graceful manor?"
You whisper, "There's a Bene Gesserit here. She left a tribute to the Lady Etta. Sen is having her removed...I think it would be wise to let her remain until the end of the service under guard, and then have her leave. People are finding themselves disturbed." to Boris.
The guard grins unpleasantly and replies in a whisper.
The baron sets his hand on the stone Etta's forehead. "What can I say about Etta? As a subject, she was all a baron could ask for. An exquisite woman, in her ran the blood of the Karposzine warriors." He shakes his head. "And we played cheops every Madai afternoon, eh? Her game kept me sharp. She will live in our memories with honor and respect." he shrugs. "But of course, she's dead now, and can't hear a word of this. We in Harkonnen have no sentimental illusions about the afterlife, about eternal justice. Dead is dead." He whirls on the crowd. "But I'll tell you this, my friends, my subjects." His voice raises over the slight commotion in front, near Ornia. "We will take back what belongs to us, one day."
Boris mutters to you, "Yes, yes, see to it, my jewel."
Milliano looks to Ornia for a moment, before turning his attention back to Boris.
Ulricke discreetly taps something on her wrist.
Sen meets the witch's glance from across the room. Her eyes glitter slightly and she looks away again.
Over your communicator's secure frequency, you say, "Sen? Per the Baron's orders, allow the witch to continue to remain under guard through the memorial, but once it ends, she must leave immediately."
Sen flicks her gaze towards the podium and touches her throat again, humming softly.
Milliano listens to the commotion closely, his eyes glancing downwards.
Martin's attention immediately goes to the Baron as he speaks. He notices that he is standing beside Etta's Bust. He lower his eyes towards the ground for a moment, before he slowly looks back at the Baron.
Both guards step back, reluctantly, and cross their arms, waiting a few feet behind Ornia.
Cabal's Ixian eyes do not betray the fact that the spectacle has gained his unwanted attention. A slight frown creases his lips at the inappropriate scene as the only outward indication of his irritation. He continues standing at a crisp attention as he listens to his Baron.
Ornia smiles from beneath the robes some and then just nods as she speaks again to the guard
Boris gestures to Cabal to continue.
A slave carries a silver case embossed with the ram's head seal of House Harkonnen. Bowing deeply before Cabal, the slave opens the case, averting his eyes as he holds it open.
Ornia has partially disconnected.
Ornia mutters to Sen, "... thank... as I... honor... that have heald..."
Mintor sighs, continuing his gaze upon the ceremony, trying to ignore the Bene Gesserit problem.
The taller guard grimaces but carries the message, muttering it into his wrist.
Ornia mutters to Sen, "Also... word..."
Milliano glances towards Marco for a moment, before looking towards the Bene Gesserit.
Ornia talks once more lightly to the guard and then returns to silence as she intends to observe the remainder of the cermony.
Over your communicator's secure frequency, a man's voice says, "Hon'rble Lady, the witch wants yer Grace should know she thanks yer Grace, an' wants a word wi'yer Grace before she leaves alone."
Ulricke continues to attend the ceremony with no visible change of expression, for the moment.
The Baron is not nearly as controlled as Cabal and Ulricke. He glowers in an Orniaward direction, color rising to his cheeks.
You whisper, "I'll handle the witch, Daddy. Don't let her upset you." to Boris.
The Warmaster accepts the case ceremoniously from the slave, and turns it so that the crowd may see what lies within. He speaks again as he steps forward once more, "In keeping with the traditions of our great House, and in honor of the sacrifice made by both Lady Etta Karposzev and Colonel Rhedek Maas-Stroheim, House Harkonnen confers upon them both its highest honor, the Medal of High Order. Their unwavering loyalty to this House in the face of insurmountable odds and the manner in which they faced death is in keeping with the highest ideals of House Harkonnen, and reflects honor and distinction upon themselves and the House they so nobly sacrificed their lives for." He opens the box then to reveal two medals of silver, polished to near chrome, resembling an encircled crest of the House. He holds the box open for several moments before passing it his Baron honorifically, followed by a snappy and rigid salute. The honor guard presents arms, and waits to fire in salute for the Baron's order.
Boris makes the slightest of nods. "Company, fire," he rumbles.
The Elf flickers the fingers on her right hand in a curious gesture. A few seconds pass, and with a low whir, the huge ornate skylight splits and irises open, receding into the vault of the ceiling.
Milliano me leans over and whispers very quietly to Ornia over the rumble of opening skylights.
Martin turns towards the Warmaster. He gives a slight smile at the honor bestowed upon the desceased, before watching the guards snap to. He looks over at Milliano and Marco, before turning back to the guards.
Ornia just stands there looking on at the cermony, her silnce still now overpowering and she just seems to let what Milliano has said to her be said, but holds no response to it.
Marco looks back to Martin then to the Baron.
Mintor salutes to the honor guard before they fire. He does so by placing his right fist over his his heart, striking his breast. This is the usual salute to people who are not Atreides, but are of noble birth.
Milliano notices Ornia's response, and sighs to himself, having done all he could do. His attention returns fully now to the funeral - though he is not of the military, he offers a Civillian's salute, a hand placed over his heart.
Ulricke remains a quiet, still statue, regarding the funeral attentively.
The ten-man honor guard with a simultaneous click as they move as one present their Maula carbines and fire a volley through the opened skylight. BRACK! The report of the weapons fire resounds throughout the hall in a near continuous echo, as if the place where specifically designed to render that exact acoustic effect. They fire once more, in a surprising gesture of respect for Lady Etta, who was not part of the military, but died as if she was. BRACK! They bring their weapons to rest in front of them in another simultaneous motion, crisp and clean with military precision, as they order arms.
The skylight seals itself again with a quiet groan and a confident click.
Boris addresses the crowd. "This concludes the memorial. I thank you for attending. The reception will follow in the Embassy salon."
Milliano takes a long breath, and relaxes. Funerals always seem to make him tense.
Mintor brings his salute down afterwards, casually going at ease, nodding to Boris after his address.
Sen gestures to one of her Jagers, who touches his throat and hums.
Martin does not jump to the sound of the weapons fire. He can feel it reverberting within. He seems a little distant, before coming back to the present. He turns to the Baron and nods at the end of the ceremony. He nods and moves over to Millano and Marco.
Boris offers his elbow to Ulricke before leading her down the platform steps.
Over your communicator's secure frequency, you say, "Swordmaster, the witch has asked to speak to me after the service is concluded. I would appreciate it if either you or the Warmaster would attend me."
Ornia nods her head once and then turns with a whirl of her robes and the hood does revale a fast glimpse of her face before she starts very slowly for the exit. Before she turns though she does Look at the Baron and the female near him.
Ulricke takes Boris' elbow and allows herself to be led downstairs.
Milliano quietly walks to the side of Marco, donning his black coat once more. His face is emotionless, his voice discerns nothing. "A tragedy, to say the least."
Sen falls in behind the Family, a few steps behind and to the left.
Cabal steps down from the platform following Boris, and procedes to attend him silently.
Mintor nods to the fellow mourners, heading out to the Salon.
Milliano stands tall, his posture perfect. He lifts his collar up around his neck, and clasps his hands behind his back.
Cabal whispers something to Boris, before turning to head to the Salon with the other guests.
Ulricke murmurs, "Father, would you excuse me briefly? Let me attend to a matter, and rejoin you shortly." she offers Boris daughterly kiss on his cheek, and breaks away with him, allowing a scant glance over her shoulder to see if either Cabal or Sen is going to attend her.
Sen breaks off as well, attaching herself(figuratively) to Ulricke's left hand.
Boris nods to Ulricke. "Of course, my jewel."
Ornia moves onward to the Brunished doors, knowing her time here is very limited now.
Cabal mutters to Boris, "My... capable hands... the Swordmaster,... suited... duty... I. I... attend our... so... moving,... will..."
Marco looks to Martin and Milliano, "Gentlmen...what now?"
Ulricke indicates with a vague gesture in Ornia's direction to join her in the Garden of Bitterblooms.
Ornia drifts on out of the room the robes swishing slightly
Ornia walks to the north and passes through the Burnished Doors.
Ornia has left.
Etta's graceful, lovely features are rendered delicately in gray Giedi marble: an oval face with high cheekbones, shadowed eyes fringed by thick lashes. Her hair, in life a tumbling mane of dark curls, is upswept in the classical 5th Millenium style. A quality of the stone makes light seem to suffuse her visage.
Milliano looks between the two, "Shall we retire to the Salon, or pay our respects and adjurn."
Mintor smiles at the Baron's comment. Out of all the splended jewels in the universe, Hagal quartz, Red ecstacy diamonds, Caladanian sapphires, Ulricke is a jewel to behold.
Two Jagers in formal dress move to flank the burnished doors as Sen passes through them with Ulricke.
You walk through the Burnished Doors.
Garden of Bitterblooms -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)(#491RtJ)
This large, roughly circular garden is a wild tangle of flowers and plants, a dense, oppressive profusion of flora from many worlds. Dominating the garden are the small white bitterblooms native to Giedi Prime. They exude a musky, almost bitter aroma that hovers thickly over the garden, visible as a sort of white haze. Translucent roses compete for light with flowering inkvine plants. Elacca trees shade a chain of lilyponds where miniature alligators swim. Nearby, a stand of Caladanian dogwoods shelters a bloom of fragrant black lotus. Topiary hedges stand throughout the garden, here trimmed in the shape of a man coupling with a monstrous animal; there in the shape of a naked woman impaled by spikes; a third resembling a pack of wolves tearing apart a helpless child.
A stone path snakes from the walls of the embassy ground up to the doors of the embassy itself.
Players:
Ornia Ulricke
Exits:
Fanmetal Gate <NE> leads to Traffic Loop -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Burnished Doors <S> leads to Giedi Hall -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Sen walks in from Giedi Hall through the Burnished Doors.
Sen has arrived.
Ulricke steps outside, with Sen at her left, and a small contingent of guard. She stops in front of Ornia, smooths her dress with a slim, strong hand, and says delicately, "Whatever it is you have to say, I suggest you speak it quickly, witch."
Iason walks in from Traffic Loop through the Fanmetal Gate.
Iason has arrived.
Ornia seems to be standing and admireing the black lotus in the garden and then Turns to the rather insistant voice as she pulls back the hood of the robes revealing her head totally to all present "I had just wished to thank those that allowed my presence to remain. The Lady etta was well important to me and her presence will be missed deeply."
Sen watches Ornia with a rather blank expression, like a comeye or a queer sort of lizard. Her small hands hang open by her sides.
Ulricke inclines her head. "It was kind of you to offer her a remembrance. Now I am afraid my father is quite insistent regarding your leaving the premises, if you would, madame." She's giving Ornia the opportunity to leave with some dignity, as opposed to being escorted out by guards.
Ornia nods with a sad look on her face "As the Lady's Father wishes then." Ornia then does a deep curtsy and then takes two steps back before standing again "Tell the Baron Harkonnen that Lady Onria Lear thanks him again." With that she then turns and starts to walk away to move to the traffic loop "That is for the Opertunity to Gaze upon such Bueaty in both his daughter and once the Lady Etta."
One of the guards coughs in open distaste.
Iason silently steps out of a staffcar, apparently a hasty arrangement to judge by its state of readiness or not.
Sen holds up a hand towards the new arrival, gesturing him over with a twist of the wrist.
Ulricke nods, and simply waits for Ornia to depart.
Ornia moves on now and just leaves the embassy by an unmarked limo.
Ornia walks to the northeast and passes through the Fanmetal Gate.
Ornia has left.
Sen says in pastel-coloured tones, "The Lord Ambassador is too late for the memorial, but is in time for the reception, which he will find in the salon."
Iason bows to Sen and the lady Ulricke. "Unfortunately, my transportation failed due to a minor accident on the way. It took some time to have another car sent down, and to deal with the authorities." he intones.
Ulricke looks to Iason. "Ambassador, would you be so kind as to escort me to the salon? I would be most appreciative."
Iason straightens, offering Ulricke a deeper bow and smile. "At your service, Lady Ulricke. It has been some time."
Iason says, "Swordmaster Howyrm'n, there are some tokens of mourning and sympathy in the rear cargo compartment for the Baron and the House."
Ulricke smiles and takes Iason's arm. "Yes it has." she looks to Sen and gives her a nod before letting Iason escort her inside.
Iason straightens slowly, walking Ulricke inside with a measured pace.
Garden of Bitterblooms -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)(#491RtJ)
This large, roughly circular garden is a wild tangle of flowers and plants, a dense, oppressive profusion of flora from many worlds. Dominating the garden are the small white bitterblooms native to Giedi Prime. They exude a musky, almost bitter aroma that hovers thickly over the garden, visible as a sort of white haze. Translucent roses compete for light with flowering inkvine plants. Elacca trees shade a chain of lilyponds where miniature alligators swim. Nearby, a stand of Caladanian dogwoods shelters a bloom of fragrant black lotus. Topiary hedges stand throughout the garden, here trimmed in the shape of a man coupling with a monstrous animal; there in the shape of a naked woman impaled by spikes; a third resembling a pack of wolves tearing apart a helpless child.
A stone path snakes from the walls of the embassy ground up to the doors of the embassy itself.
Players:
Iason Ulricke
Sen
Exits:
Fanmetal Gate <NE> leads to Traffic Loop -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Burnished Doors <S> leads to Giedi Hall -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
You walk through the Burnished Doors.
Giedi Hall -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)(#492RantJ)
Every square inch of this huge domed hall is decorated in baroque, almost obscenely gaudy detail, displaying the vast Harkonnen wealth. The high walls defy description, as far as the eye can see a dizzying patchwork of gold, silver, ivory and brass in scales, chevrons and circles. The floor tiles form an intricate, seemingly random spiraling pattern in azure and teal. Statuary depicting Harkonnen victories stand in niches lit by floating glowglobes high overhead, glowering down at you. In the very center of the vaulted ceiling far overhead is an irregularly shaped skylight.
Players:
Boris
Objects:
Bust of Etta Bust of Rhedek
Exits:
Grand Staircase <U> leads to Obeshev Landing -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Translucent Doors <W> leads to Librariat -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Spiral Stairs <D> leads to Abulurd Landing -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Ivory Doors <S> leads to Salon -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Burnished Doors <N> leads to Garden of Bitterblooms -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Iason walks in from Garden of Bitterblooms through the Burnished Doors.
Iason has arrived.
The twin slave girls hold the ivory doors open for you as you enter.
Salon -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
A long, low-ceilinged room, lit by freefloating suspensor lamps. In the very center of the room bubbles a small indoor fountain.The walls are paneled in comfortable dark woods. There are a variety of tables scattered about the room, promoting conversation and relaxation. Smoke usually fills the air. A low dais, accessible by a short flight of stairs, runs along the eastern wall, with more tables up there. Along the western wall is a sideboard, where Keffi waits to make guests comfortable.
Players:
Cabal (round-table) Mintor (round-table)
Marco Ulricke
Milliano
Exits:
Sloping Tunnel <D> leads to Arena Grandstand -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Embellished Portal <S> leads to Dining Hall -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Ivory Doors <N> leads to Giedi Hall -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Iason enters the Salon from Giedi Hall.
Iason has arrived.
Mintor stands as Ulricke enters. Lighting up a room like an oil lamp brought into the night.
Marco smiles and sits.
Ulricke enters, murmuring, "Thank you for escorting me, Iason. It's lovely to see you, and I'll be glad to add you to my growing list of sparring partners."
Marco sits down in one of the chairs at the round table.
Over your communicator's secure frequency, a man's voice says, "Clearance has been granted for vehicle 2882, bound for the Harkonnen Embassy, by Sen."
Milliano sips his Vino, admiring the masonry of the fountain and walls. He seems not to be uncomforatble, indeed, the solace fits him.
Marco takes another sip of his spice beer, "I don't know how to say it exactly, Warmaster, but my condolences to you about your Colonel."
Milliano notes the entrance of Ulricke, and offers the Baron's daughter a polite nod before returning his attention elsewhere.
Mintor looks to a slave carrying the hor d'oeurves, signalling her to come forth. "Ulricke, come you must try these smoked mussels they are simply divine. This memorial is truely a culinary experience."
Bowing slightly as he detaches from Ulricke. "It will indeed be a pleasure to spar again." Iason murmurs, drifting off to one side, nodding or offering a slight bow to those he passes.
Tsukasa enters the Salon from Giedi Hall.
Tsukasa has arrived.
At your table, Cabal slaps his hand on the table nearly unsettling the drinks resting there as he says in his deep, booming voice, "Ah, thank you, My Lord, but he died as he should, as any military man should - honorably serving his House. I am happy for him."
Marta enters the Salon from Giedi Hall.
Marta has arrived.
Ulricke nods and smiles and murmurs greetings to various people, before offering a smile to Mintor. "Of course." she says, selecting one between to fingers and placing it in her mouth delicately. "Mmm. Lovely." she compliments. "But oh, I really must have some of that wine Cesare brought yesterday..." and promptly a servant places a goblet of it in her hand. She gives Mintor a smile, and slides past him to do her social duty amongst the other guests.
Marta holds tightly to Tsukasa's arm as they enter the Salon.
Ulricke promptly greets the new guests. "Ah, thank you so much for attending." she says to Marta and Tsukasa. "It is deeply heartening to know that House Corrino offers its condolences on this most solemn occaision."
Milliano seems satisfied with his examination and smiles, "Beautiful stone." With that, he crosses to the table with a smile to Marco, "May I join you, m'lord?"
Mintor sighs, taking a sip of pundi whiskey. She knows he is allergic to the grapes that grows on Grumman, ah but he too can be of a sly sorts. He takes out a cigarette, and lights up.
Tsukasa looks around, not recognizing any of the individuals that are gathered, save except that of Don Marco and Mintor. He approaches the table where they sit and bows to those gather around it and bows politely "Good evening gentleman."
evening?"
Marco nods, "Go a head, Minister." He looks up and smiles, "Director and the misses, how are you both?"
Milliano sits down in one of the chairs at the round table.
Milliano takes a seat and crosses his legs, taking another small sip of his wine.
Marta curtsies to Ulricke. "We were so sorry to hear of your loss." Her smile fades. "I hope your house, will heal from the loss."
Tsukasa smiles warmly at the gentlemen, "We are doing fine. Don Marco, I do not see the Baron here. Is there anyone that I should be offering our condolences to. I'm afraid to say that I've not met many people from the honorable House, save the late Lady Etta."
At your table, Cabal agrees as he throws down the remainder of his drink, turning the glass over for a new one that is quickly brought to him by a slave, "Indeed, they shall, My Lord Moritani. If you hadn't heard, there isn't much left of that planet to claim, and it is raining blood on what is left. A fitting bitter-sweet victory if you ask me!"
Mintor nods to the lovely woman accompanying the Director, "And this? This lovely thing." He gestures with a cigarette in his hand to Marta, "Very lovely indeed."
Ulricke arches a brow as Tsukasa moves past her. One would think that the person who approached him would be the one hand as host, but she decides that Tsukasa's major breach of etiquette will be a subject brought up to her father...later. She smiles at Marta and returns the curtsy. "As do we. So kind of the Emperor to send representatives...please enjoy what fare we have to offer as we honor the dead. The memorial service to honor their deaths has completed, and now we celebrate their lives with this small gathering. Do enjoy." and with that, she departs to move to another guest.
Marco motions to the Lady Ulricke, "Director, the Baron's daughter is the one you should talk to."
Iason turns to bow to the new arrivals, then goes to get himself a drink.
Marta turns when she hears Tsukasa's voice and looks around the table. "Don Marco" she says with a less than jovial greeting.
Damned na-Duke, always having to get his groove on. The young Atreides holds up his cigarette, signalling Iason to join him.
Tsukasa turns to the direction that the Don is pointing to and nods, "Excuse me for just one moment gentlemen." He turns and walks over to Lady Ulricke.
Mintor looks as the Director offers his condolences to Ulricke, waiting for potential fireworkds to fly.
Ulricke smiles, an icy glint in her eye. "You are too kind, good sir. Please celebrate our departed's lives with us, as we have summarily honored their deaths."
Marco nods to Marta, "Hello, Lady Marta, nice to see you again, how are you?"
Milliano listens to the chat with a grain of salt. He turns to look upon Marta, offering her a smile. "Good evening, Signora. Please, join us?"
Iason drifts over to join the na-Duke, bowing to him. "na-Duke Mintor."
Marco looks to Milliano, "This is Lady Marta, fiance to the Imperial Director."
Marta gives a quick smile to all, then says to Milliano "Thank you...I, uhm, think I will."
Mintor turns to Marta, "My Lady, I do not believe we have met. I am the na-Duke Mintor Atreides." He looks to Iason, nodding to him. "Please, drink with me, we hardly ever find time to partake of spirits." The na-Duke casual attitude shines tonight, almost glaring.
Tsukasa nods, "Of course. The Majesty sends his condolences as well."
You say, "Yes. I'm sure he does. Please, do not allow me to keep you from your lovely lady."
Mintor nods, cigarette smoke leaving his mouth like some damned Dragon. "Too bad his Majesty could not attend personally, I do imagine he is quite busy."
Milliano looks to Marco then to the Lady Marta, standing in one graceful move. "Forgive my casual attitude Signora! Allow me to introduce myself, I am Milliano Phillipe II, Minister of Finance to House Moritani. Please, allow me."
Iason merely glances towards Mintor, then turns back to alertly scanning the room.
At your table, Cabal looks up at the lady to see whom his table-mate is speaking with. His black eyes consider her for several long moments as her reflection is held in their orbs.
Tsukasa bows, "I thank you. Lady Etta was like a sister to me. She showed me great kindness when I first arrived here. If there is anything that I can do for you or your noble house, please feel free to call on me at any time."
Milliano pulls out a comfortable looking seat for the woman, and waits for her to sit, before he does so himself once more.
Marta sits down in one of the chairs at the round table.
Mintor blows smoke into his highball glass, a fond habit of the na-Duke, he gazes childlike to the atmosphere he has created in his glass.
Ulricke smiles. "You are quite welcome." she says, and providing excuses, slips away to attend other guests, stopping momentarily by the round table. "Are you all finding things well, gentlemen and lady?"
Milliano takes his seat again, and recrosses his legs.
Tsukasa returns to the table to join his lady and the other gentlemen.
At your table, Cabal continues drinking his Hagal Brandy as if it were so much water while casually noting the additional arrivals. His Ixian gaze drifts around the room seemingly aimlessly like a leaf caught in the wind when it comes to rest briefly on Iason before moving on again.
Marco looks up and smiles at the woman from the Arena but does not speak. He returns back to his spice beer.
Mintor nods, smiling to Ulricke, "Yes, quite fine thank you, My lady. Come now, take a load off, join us!"
Tsukasa sits down in one of the chairs at the round table.
Tsukasa pulls up a seat next to the lovely Lady Marta and sits.
Marta just looked at you.
Iason sips at his glass of wine, eyes flicking between people and the rest of the room.
Ulricke looks around a moment, stopping to see if there's anyone who needs her in attendance just this moment, and then gracefully concedes, taking a seat next to Cabal.
You take a seat at the round table.
At your table, Cabal notes Ulricke sitting next to him with a smile as he stands to help seat her, "My Lady." He returns to his seat after that, and resumes his drinking.
At your table, Ulricke says, "So, what are you gentlemen discussing? We had the most lovely time at the arena yesterday, ourselves..."
At your table, Milliano says, ""I believe most of us were getting aquainted, m'lady.""
Iason inclines his head to the newly-seated Ulricke, since CAbal's already seated her.
At your table, Marco takes a sip of his beer and pulls out a spice cigar which he smells as though it were the most wonderful aroma in the world. He looks around but figures not to smoke it then places it back in his trench coat. He smiles to himself as he stares down at the table.
At your table, Cabal nods in agreement with Milliano, whom he met yesterday when he lost his little wager with the Baron. He finishes his glass of brandy but does not have to wait long for another.
At your table, Marta sits quietly with her hands folded in her lap. She looks casually around the room.
At your table, Ulricke says, "I see...let me think, you and I have already met, Lord Milliano, but I have not met your companion." she indicates Marco. "Would you introduce us?"
Tsukasa sits quietly by his lady's side, looking somewhat despondent.
At your table, Marco smiles and responds for Milliano, "Me, my lady?"
At your table, Ulricke says, "Aye, thee."
Milliano looks about at the relative silence of the nobles, and turns to address Lady Ulricke once more, with a smile. "Of course. Lady Ulricke, this is Don Marco, Lord House Minor of the Moritani."
Ulricke offers her hand to Marco, palm down.
Milliano says, "Don Marco, the Baron's Daughter, Lady Ulricke."
At your table, Marco snaps a look to Milliano as if he just told something he should have but smiles, he looks to Ulricke and takes her hand which he shakes gently but friendly, "Actually it is Don Maximus Hannibal Marco of House Marco of House Moritani, a plesure to meet you, my lady."
Milliano smiles, and leans back... then suddenly catching his glance and arching a brow, deciding to inquire to the fact later.
At your table, Ulricke ah's. "One of Cesare's vassals. A pleasure to meet you." she looks 'round the table, dutifully noting if anyone seems not to be heaving a pleasant time.
Marco looks to Tsukasa and smiles then back to Ulricke but does mention his further title as it will give away too much to the others.
Mintor blows smoke up into the air, he seems to be quite bored with this tete-e-tete.
At your table, Cabal seems content to drink his brandy, as a wry smile sits precariously on his face as testimony of his good spirits.
Milliano intertwines his fingers, somewhat dissapointed - perhaps the legendary Harkonnen revelry is absent on occasions such as Funeral's. So... he decides to juggle the situation - "Lady Ulricke, and nobles of House Harkonnen, I hope you'll forgive my ignorance. Though I was well aware that the fallen Heroes celebrated tonight were loved, I never was made clear the story that led to this event. Perhaps, if it's alright with the others, you'd relate it to me?"
Ulricke says easily, "I think Cabal would serve as a far better commentator on the events that occurred."
Milliano nods, and looks to Cabal, "My lord, if you would be so kind."
Iason joins you at the table.
At your table, Iason inclines his head a bit more, listening to Cabal now.
Marco shakes his head, "The matter is bad as is, do we have to bring up sad memories?"
Mintor sighs, blowing smoke up into the air....war stories. He is a damned swordsmaster of course but there is always a bored tone to him with war stories, as if it is from men who cannot quite make it in other departments.
Marta looks over at Marco then goes about scanning the gentlemen at the table.
Milliano notes the reaction of Mintor, and looks to Marco, "If it upsets you, of course not."
Mintor chuckles, blowing smoke from his nostrils, "Oh no please continue..."
Tsukasa looks to Cabal, with an expression of genuine concern, "I must know one thing, my Lord. Lady Etta. I pray that she did not suffer; that her death was swift."
At your table, Cabal looks up from his drink at the mention of his name, as if distracted from a pleasant episode of reminiscing. He clears his throat with another drink before answering the Lady's request. "Certainly, My Lady. For the benefit of those who do not appreciate such things, I will be brief. Colonel Rhedek was sent to the front to take command of the penal legions that we used to take back key positions from the Bajazets. His orders were to hold the front lines while we withdrew our forces from the ruined planet, and he did so at the cost of his own life. Lady Etta was there as a diplomatic attache to conduct negotiations with the Bajazets once we had withdrawn, but we were not permitted the opportunity, and neither was she. Both of them died quickly, from the reports I gathered."
Over your communicator's secure frequency, a man's voice says, "Clearance has been granted for vehicle 1373, bound for the Harkonnen Embassy, by Ulricke."
At your table, Iason nods a little.
<Harkonnen> Cabal says, "Good job."
Ulricke pauses a moment to murmur into her com. "Lady Andragoras shall be joining us, it seems." she murmurs.
Tsukasa nods, "Thank you my lord for sharing that information." He takes his lady's hand and looks to her and then turns his attention back to the gentlemen at the table.
Milliano nods, "Thank you Cabal."
Mintor eyebrows lift, "Ohh...." He sighs, blowing smoke into the air, with a pleasant grin on his face.
Mintor stands, "I shall go to escort her."
Marco looks up at the mention of Lady Andragoras and smiles evilly.
At your table, Cabal nods to everyone, "My pleasure, My Lords and Ladies. Now, a toast to the two that has brought us here tonight. To Lady Etta and Colonel Rhedek!" He lifts his glass.
Mintor leaves his place at the round table.
Mintor walks to the north and passes through the Ivory Doors.
Mintor has left.
Marco lifts his bottle, "To the Penal Legions."
Tsukasa not having a glass, still toasts, "To Lady Etta and Colonel Rhedek."
Milliano does the same, and raises his glass.
Marta nods, not having a glass either.
Ulricke makes the toast.
Iason bobs his head a bit, raising his glass to the toast. "To the Lady and the Colonel." he repeats.
Marco finishes off his spice beer and retreaves another from a passing slave. He sighs as he opens it. Something inside the man seems to be at war within.
Mintor enters the Salon from Giedi Hall.
Mintor has arrived.
Lena enters the Salon from Giedi Hall.
Lena has arrived.
Milliano stands, "Well, Ladies and Gentleman, it was a pleasure. I'm sorry to have to meet under these terms, perhaps next time we come together it will be on a positive note. I wish you all a fond evening, as my senses have given way to the wine." He offers a smile to those seated, before nodding to Marco "M'lord."
Mintor enters with Lena on his arm, his green cape flowing behind him.
Tsukasa turns and summons over a slave. He turns to Marta, "What would you like to drink my love?" The slave arrives awaiting his orders.
Tsukasa nods, "My lord."
Lena walks in through the ivory doors holding some of her skirt in her hand. She smiles warmly at those assembled.
Marco looks over as Lena as she enters. This is followed by a swig from the spice beer.
Marta smiles warmly at Tsukasa for a moment. "Nothing right now, Director."
Milliano slips on his coat, and makes his way out.
Milliano walks to the north and passes through the Ivory Doors.
Milliano has left.
Tsukasa looks quizzically at his lady's response, but shakes it off. He turns to the slave with a drink request. The slave scurries off to fulfill the request.
Mintor escorts Lena over to the group, mostly to Cabal's area.
Ulricke rises, and walks to Mintor and Lena. "Thank you for coming." she says to the Alvstad. "Please join us - the memorial has long finished, but we are enjoying quiet company. There is food and drink to be had - I am sure Mintor will be glad to make introductions." She smiles at Lena.
A slave returns with a drink for the Director.
Lena approaches the Count and Ulricke and curtseys. "My Lord Count and Lady Harkonnen. How are you? I sincerely apologize for my lateness. I wanted to pay my respects on behalf of House Alvstad. The Lord Viscount has just returned from Alvsgaard. He is sorry that he couldn't pay his condolences himself, but he is taking care of matters that were left undone in his absence."
Mintor nods, "Ah yes. My friends I present to you Lady Andragoras." He smiles, patting her hand in the escort.
Tsukasa stands and bows politely.
Marta stands and curtsies to the lady.
Lena sits down in one of the chairs at the round table.
Cabal notes the new arrival with mild interest. He rises to greet the guest with a smile that is completely Harkonnen in nature, "My Lady, it is a pleasure to meet you under any circumstances. Thank you, on behalf of our esteemed Baron Harkonnen who was called away from the reception for coming tonight. Please, make yourself comfortable and join us."
Mintor sits down in one of the chairs at the round table.
Mintor takes a seat next to Lena.
Marta sits back down after the lady does.
Lena curtsies to Marta. "My lady."
Tsukasa returns to his seat.
Mintor takes a snifter of kirana brandy from the slave, nodding with thanks.
Ulricke smiles at Lena. "Quite understandable, and your presence is certainly welcome. Would you care for some wine from Grumman? Or perhaps some exquisite Caladan mussels that Mintor was so kind as to bring..."
Iason sips at his glass of wine, looking over the remaining company with an appraising glance.
Lena looks to Ulricke. "My Lady it's a pleasure to meet you. I am honored by your hospitality. I would love a glass of Geidi red. No food thank you. I have already eaten." She leans back in her chair. "How is My Lady finding Kaitain since she has returned?"
Ulricke grins, and the true glint of spirit sparkles in her eye, instead of the cool, polite veneer she's been permitting herself all evening. "Well, the fights in the Arena are splended, but I must say that I hope Kaitan's social events will pick up now that I'm here."
Iason comments, "They might."
Marco looks up, "Speaking of events, I am planning a Gladiatorial match and open fight session." He looks to Tsukasa, "By the way, Director, have you got the paper work for me yet?"
Mintor nods to Lena, "Excellent choice." Referring to her wine choice, he then gets into cultural conversation, knowing to be quite a cultural patron of Kaitain, "I do know that the Conservatory is having the annual peach blossom fall this month."
At your table, Cabal returns to his drink and tends it idly as he listens to the conversation occurring around him.
Lena chuckles as a slave bring her a glass of wine. "I am sure it will for one of such beauty and skills. I doubt any man could match you in spirit," she says to Ulricke.
Tsukasa perks up somewhat, "Why yes, Don. I just need your signature."
Mintor adds, "They are also serving the peach wine that they vintage there. Peach wine is so delicate."
Ulricke indicates to a slave to serve the Lady Lena, and sips her own Grumman vintage. "How nice. I'm afraid my palette has a preference for stronger wines, myself."
Mintor says, "Oh and I have heard during the fall they will be having the symphony play several pieces, it will be so interesting listening to gentle music while blossoms fall."
Marco smiles, "Good, I'll have my partners at the Guild Bank wire the money to you. Mr. Noolaki, a Guild represenative will see to it."
Tsukasa nods, "Very good. Just stop by my office in the morning."
Lena grins at Ulricke. "Do you my Lady? I would send you some Alvst vodka. One becomes accustomed to strong beverages on Alvsgaard."
At your table, Cabal grins at Ulricke into his brandy glass from the compliment paid to her by Lena.
Ulricke grins back at Lena, taking a liking to the one. "That would be much appreciated. I'm afraid most of the activities on Kaitan are a bit...sleepy for my tastes, but if you've any suggestions, I'm ripe to hear them."
Marco smiles, "I shall do so." He turns to Ulricke, "Lady Harkonnen, where is you brother Lord Mikeal this evening?"
Mintor nods to Ulricke, lighting a cigarette. "I believe you will like Alvst Vodka, it does give you a knock on your back when you first consume it."
"I would pity the Sardaukar who attempted to disarm you, Lady Ulricke." Iason comments dryly, apparently hinting at earlier troubles.
Lena smiles mischievously at Ulricke. She turns to the Moritani vassal at the mention of the Lord Harkonnen.
Mintor blows the smoke from the cigarette towards Ulricke, watching the grey smoke fall on her. He smiles, then turning to Lena's side of the conversation.
Marco sees Mintor lighting up so he does the same as he pulls out a large spice cigar. He lights the cigar with gold lighter that seems to diseapper in his hands after its usage. A smell like a spice refinery begins to rises through the air as he takes a long drag on the cigar. He smiles as he inhales the spice smoke.
Ulricke looks to Marco. "I'm afraid my brother has already retired, sir. If you'd like to speak with him in the near future, simply leave a message with one of the slaves and he'll be notified promptly on the morrow."
Marco nods, "I shall, my lady."
Ulricke grins at Iason. "I make it a habit to make sure anyone who disarms me is someone I wouldn't mind having done so."
Ulricke indicates the table to Lady Lena. "Do join us..." she says.
You take a seat at the round table.
Iason raises a single brow, offering Ulricke an ironic smile. "You are never unarmed, my Lady."
Ulricke smiles at Iason again. "So true."
Lena drinks her wine with amusement. She continues on the social scene. "I new to Kaitain myself My Lady. Perhaps you would care to stir some trouble with me sometime?" She says as one who likes a adventure and danger.
Mintor smiles, blowing cigarette smoke out like a Liavathian, "The Lady Ulricke has weapons within weapons." He then looks to Lena, "But some weapons are only skin deep."
Ulricke definitely takes to Lena now. "Absolutely. I'm considering doing some arena fighting once I've gotten back into my practicing habits. I only arrived a few days ago, and it's so hard to maintain one's regimen while so disordered."
Mintor looks at his cigarette, "I don't know I find sparring boring now a days, it has become like a child's board game to me." He sniffs, then adds," I have discovered the quiet things in life."
Ulricke looks over at Mintor. "I'm sorry to hear you've lost your edge, Mintor."
Mintor smiles to Ulricke, blowing smoke once again, "I am like a Ginaz mammoth blade, My Lady, I have many edges, but you have to look alot closer to discover those edges."
At your table, Cabal finishes his brandy again, but with a bit more effort this time. He sets the empty glass next to the other seven glasses and stands up from his chair suddenly. "If My Lords and Ladies will excuse me, I must retire and take some time alone to mourn the loss of my friends. I thank each one of you for attending this night in support of our House." He offers a semi-formal bow before stepping away from his chair and the table.
Tsukasa stands, and faces the Cabal and Lady Ulricke, "If you'll excuse us, I'm afraid that we must be leaving as well. Once again, if there is anything that I can do to be of service, please do not hesitate to ask." He half-bows politely.
Ulricke offers her hand to Cabal as he departs. "Have a good evening, Warmaster."
Mintor nods, "Good night, Warmaster."
Iason rises to bow a bit to the departing WArmaster.
Ulricke nods to Tsukasa. "Please thank the Emperor for his condolences.
Marta stands and curtsies to those in the room. She then takes Tsukasa's arm.
Tsukasa nods, "I shall, my Lady. I thank you for the hospitality that you have shown us tonight."
Mintor looks to the Director,"Give the Emperor my regards as well."
Marco nods to the Warmaster and the Director and Marta, "Good evening."
Lena stands and curtsies to those departing. "It was a pleasure seeing all of you again."
Tsukasa looks to Lord Mintor, "Yes, I shall." He turns to the others, "Goodnight everyone." He turns, and with Lady Marta at his side.
Cabal takes his leave of the nobles without another word.
Cabal leaves his place at the round table.
Tsukasa walks to the north and passes through the Ivory Doors.
Tsukasa has left.
Marta leaves her place at the round table.
Marta walks to the north and passes through the Ivory Doors.
Marta has left.
Long distance to Cabal: Ulricke grins and offered her hand to you before you departed. <grin> S'ok.
Mintor blows smoke out again, an atmosphere forming around him.
Lena watches the other guests leave and grins. "Yes, matters of the House do keep me busy as well," she says to Ulricke after finishing off her wine. "My Lady, I have heard that you have many skilled gladiators of your own. Perhaps a tournament should be in order."
You say, "Indeed, that is an excellent suggestion. I think my father has a fete for my return to Kaitan, no doubt he will include gladiatorial games."
Cabal stops suddenly just before the threshold of the salon, where he turns around and returns to the table where Ulricke is seated. He takes her hand and kisses it tenderly, "Forgive me my atrocious manners, My Lady, but I'm afraid the brandy has displaced my etiquette this evening."
Lena's eyes widen in interest. "His Lordship the Baron is most generous."
Iason leaves his place at the round table.
Iason bows a bit to thsoe who are apparently departing.
Marco speaks up, "Would he be interested in them fighting Bajazet gladiators?"
Lena watches Cabal return to the table and grins.
Mintor nods to Lena's comment, "As always." He stands, "If you excuse me I must leave, I have matters to take care of." He bows to the others in the room.
Lena looks up at Mintor. "I would join you then My Lord. I must return to the Embassy."
Ulricke grins up at Cabal. "No matter, Warmaster." she assures. "Don't let me impede you on your way to your rest." she slides her hand out of his and looks over. "Good evening, Mintor!" she exclaims.
Cabal nods with a smile to Ulricke as he turns back around and resumes his departure.
Cabal walks to the north and passes through the Ivory Doors.
Cabal has left.
Ulricke adds playfully to Lena, "It would not be a lie to state that I hold a special place in my father's heart."
Mintor nods, holding out his arm from Lena, "Good evening to you as well.......my Lady /Harkonnen/," He states with a smile.
Lena curtsies first to the Lady Harkonnen. "I am sure My Lady that you are his prized possession," she says, perhaps alluding to something else. "Thank you
Ulricke smirks wryly at Mintor, pressing a hand to her heart as if he'd crushed her, then coyly winks. No shame whatsoever, that one.
Mintor smiles, "Such a shame there was no orgy, but...wishful thinking."
Ulricke rises and bids her guest good night. Did she catch Lena's implication? Probably. Is she going to comment? Not in public. "We're obviously holding off for the fete." she promises gaily.
Iason drains his glass, handing the empty to a slave.
Iason says, "I too should depart, alas."
Lena takes Mintor's arm and rolls her eyes at his last comment. She turns to Iason. "My Lord we weren't introduced."
Lena holds out a gloved hand to Iason. "I am the Lady Andragoras. I'm the Undersecretary of Imperium and Landsraad Relations for the His Excellency the Lord Viscount Alvstad."
Mintor leaves his place at the round table.
Lena leaves her place at the round table.
Marco still smokes his cigar as he listens on to the others.
Iason shakes his head to Lena, as he bows over the hand. "I am the Lord Ambassador Iason Merx, House Atreides."
Iason says, "My funtion could be best described as 'Ambassador at Large', with the varied duties which I take on here."
Mintor nods, "Including watching me like a hawk to see that I do not cause trouble." He chuckes abit on these words.
Lena smiles sweetly at the Lord Merx. "I am delighted to make your acquaintance My Lord." She grins, "You sound like a jack-of-all-trades."
"Sometimes, my Lady, it would seem that I am." Iason comments.
Ulricke laughs. "I thought you were settling into the quiet part of your life, my lord?" she addresses Mintor.
Lena tilts her head to one side and smiles at Iason. "Such a man is definitely a pleasure to know."
Mintor looks back to Ulricke with a smile, "Wait till you reach twenty nine!"
Iason straightens slowly. "I try to make myself usefl."
Ulricke grins at Mintor. "I'll be kicking it when I'm /fifty/." she promises, a glint in her eye.
Iason says, "With spice, it is not that difficult."
Marco looks up, his blue eyes seem to lock on to Iason. He smiles with a laugh, "Proably so."
Mintor shakes his head at Ulricke, "Yes your dance card shall be full, sparring, and meetings at the arena."
Lena chuckles lightly. "My Lord Merx, I am sure you are very useful to His Grace the Duke Atredies. I am sure your service is commendable."
Lena turns to Mintor and laughs. "As a woman of spirit would always have it."
Mintor nods, "His service is excellent, no one can find a more loyal servant, and a good friend."
Iason merely inclines his head again, shrugging off the praise. "You may leave word at the Embassy should you wish a session." he offers Ulricke.
Ulricke smiles. "Thank you, Ambassador."
Iason says, "Till later, good Lady."