Emylie's Birthday Party

["Jason Howson" <howsonjay@mediaone.net>]

Avliyarda Courtyard -- Atreides Estate (Kaitain)

 

     At the front of the manor itself is an ornate marble fountain surrounded by a flagstone patio. Here and there about the courtyard, a vine-covered bower or a sheltered table provide a gathering place in the open air.
     The Atreides' country mansion is done in a classically Greek style and reflects the family character: elegant, grand but modest. The architecture is exquisite, with carved marble and elegant relief sculptures that portray the lives of the various Atreides from the time of the founding of the House of Atreus. The double-doors that lead into the building are of a brass color and are always flanked by guards in dark green uniform.
     Only the front wall of the estate is visible from here, the rest are distant shadows beyond the green lawns. The grounds even encompass an entire forest to the west. Several outbuildings may be seen on either side of the manse. At least one is identifiable as a barracks.

 

Exits:
 Decorated path <SW> leads to Tourney field -- Atreides Estate (Kaitain)
 Stone Archway <SE> leads to Side Court -- Atreides Estate (Kaitain)
 Double Doors <N> leads to Aithousa Atrium -- Atreides Estate (Kaitain)
 Stone Archway <NE> leads to Side Court -- Atreides Estate (Kaitain)
 Forest Path <W> leads to Guest House -- Atreides Estate (Kaitain)
 Plasteel Gate <S> leads to Ornithopter Pad -- Atreides Estate (Kaitain)

 

You walk through the Plasteel Gate.

 

Ornithopter Pad -- Atreides Estate (Kaitain)(#446RntFJ)

 

     Style and function mesh harmoniously in the design of this ornithopter pad, a wide expanse of space penned in by a grove of olive trees. The landing pad is near-black, hard and solid under the weight of the 'thopters that land upon it. It is an empty, very open square that shows the scars of many jet-assisted takeoffs, with room enough to land several large 'thopters easily.
     In one corner is a guard station for the security personnel who check out new arrivals upon landing, a sturdy little building just large enough to hold a squad comfortably.
     Beyond the olive trees is a high plascrete wall, blocking the view of the rest of the grounds and deadening the noise of launching and landing 'thopters. The grove of trees between the pad and the wall also serves as a windbreak and provides a welcoming vista for the new arrival, with a single paved path leading out towards the estate's imposing front gate.

 

Exits:
 Plasteel Gate <N> leads to Avliyarda Courtyard -- Atreides Estate (Kaitain)

 

You request a thopter over your communicator.

 

An Atreides Ornithopter slowly spirals down out of the sky and lands softly.
Atreides Ornithopter
The light from the 'thopter console casts a green shade over the front compartment. Two swivel chairs, one occupied by the pilot, are seperated from the passenger area by a divider. Another pair of swivel chairs, elegantly appointed, face the rear of the thopter. A cushioned, leather backed bench curves along one side and the rear wall to the large passenger door.
(For help see 'vhelp')

 

The pilot nods.

 

The ornithopter slowly spirals down making a soft landing.

 

Public Orni Pad -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

        A sea of glazed plascrete, marked with a tremendous red O, is the landing point for flocks of ornithopters from all over Kaitain. The wind from the beating wings of the 'thopters rustles the hair and clothes of arriving and departing visitors. Nearby, tall Sardaukar guards in gleaming dress uniforms and tall shakoes stand at attention.

 

Objects:
 Atreides Ornithopter                             
Exits:
 Carved Marble Stairs <D> leads to Carriageway -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

You descend the Carved Marble Stairs.

 

Carriageway -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

        A short loop of roadway, with tall Ecazian windpalms standing at attention to either side. Ground cars in brisk motion pick up or drop off passengers, which they do at the curb before continuing along the carriageway and out. Imperial guards in crisp dress uniforms and tall shakos stand at attention.
        In the near distance, across the clear surface of the lake, can be seen the gleaming spires of the huge Imperial Palace. The still waters of the lake mirror the palace perfectly.

 

Exits:
 Marble Stairs <D> leads to Pipes (South) -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 Marble Stairs <U> leads to Public Orni Pad -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

You descend the Marble Stairs.

 

Pipes (South) -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

        The southern, underground terminus of 'The Pipes,' as the metaglass tunnels leading under the lake to the Palace are known. One can either walk through the middle Pipe, to observe the marine life in the lake, or use the Shuttle, which travels in the outer Pipes. The distance between here and the Palace is approximately one kilometer.

 

Exits:
 Marble Stairs <D> leads to Subway Station -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 Walkway <N> leads to Pipes (Middle) -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 Marble Stairs <U> leads to Carriageway -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

You walk along the Walkway.

 

Pipes (Middle) -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

        This clear tunnel runs under the lake to the Palace. During the day, sunlight filters down through the water allowing you to see hundreds of different kinds of fish, sharks, whales, seals, dolphins, crustaceans, jelly-fish, eels, and the occasional Urtalian platypus. The tunnel is about one kilometer long. A security station at the south end checks everyone going north, and makes everyone coming south sign out.

 

Exits:
 Walkway <N> leads to The Pipes (North) -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 Walkway <S> leads to Pipes (South) -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

You walk along the Walkway.

 

The Pipes (North) -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

        The architecture in the terminal is elegant and refined, with stainless steel columns supporting a grandly illuminated ceiling far overhead. The marble walls of the terminal echo with the clatter of arriving and departing SHUTTLES. Busy Imperial servants bustle to and fro on his Majesty's errands. An impressive STATUE of the late Fredhrick XIX stands amidst the crowds.

 

Exits:
 Walkway <S> leads to Pipes (Middle) -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 Stairs <U> leads to Cannon Green -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

You climb the Stairs.

 

Cannon Green -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

        This expanse of green sward sits before the massive archways leading into the Reception Hall of the Imperial Palace. Surrounding it are the extensive serenity of the Imperial Lily Gardens. This swath of meticulously groomed verdance is the shape of a semi-circle with its radius extending 300 meters. In the center of the green, resting on a bed of gravel and surrounded by a one meter tall chain-link barricade, is an ancient cannon.

 

        Some Imperial courtiers and tourists walk around the green while others sit and stare either toward the city or the palace. Representatives of the Imperial historical society are available throughout the green for conversation and to answer questions passersby may have. As well the occasional group of courtiers or visiting dignitaries walk off towards the great glass height of the Imperial Conservatory, its many-storied house of the rarest and most beautiful plans in the Known Universe rising in the distance.

 

        The green is divided neatly into four sections by a series of walkways. At the center of the right and leftmost walkways are patios, each with a black stone table and four seats.

 

                        (OOC NOTE: Type '+places/help')

 

Exits:
 Golden Archway <GA> leads to Imperial Courthouse -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 Glass Doors <GD> leads to Exhibition Hall -- Imperial Conservatory (Kaitain)
 Grand Entrance <N> leads to Reception Foyer -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 Stairs <D> leads to The Pipes (North) -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

You pass the Grand Entrance.

 

Reception Foyer -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

        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 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, one of the most admired works of art in all the Universe. Without exception, every 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.

 

                        (OOC NOTE: Type '+places/help')
Players:
 Ekaterina                                        
Exits:
 Marble Archway <W> leads to Western Wing -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 French Doors <N> leads to Platinum Ballroom -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 Marble Archway <E> leads to Eastern Wing -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 Grand Entrance <S> leads to Cannon Green -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
Martin arrives from the brilliance of the Platinum Grand Ballroom.
Martin has arrived.

 

Mintor bows to Ekaterina as he makes his way from the Cannon Green..

 

Ekaterina lingers in the hall amid retainers talking in her soft husk as the people pass by. She nods respectfully, but with a most serious expression, as though one aggreived.

 

Pers comes from the Cannon Green.
Pers has arrived.

 

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.

 

                        (OOC NOTE: Type '+places/help')
Players:
 Elsa                                               Jacob
 Shaheena                                           Melisande
Objects:
 @>-`--,-- >*< Party Decorations >*< --,--`-<@      Imperial Footman
Exits:
 Patio Doors <NW> leads to Ezhar VII's Patio -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 Double Doors <N> leads to Grand Banquet Room -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 French Doors <S> leads to Reception Foyer -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

Melisande smiles, addressing Jacob, "There is to be a contenst later on, in which the gentlemen will recite an original poem to Lady Emylie's beauty, if you should care to participate, Your Excellency?"

 

Pers is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Pers has arrived.

 

Melisande is near the door as people arrive, a large basket of flowers at her side, from which she takes a sprig of freesia and hands it to each guest, "Welcome."

 

Martin is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Martin has arrived.

 

Elsa walks in alongside of the Marquis Ginaz, accepts the sprig with a polite smile and lokks sideways at Jacob's for his reply ...will he join the contest ?

 

Jacob ahs softly to Melisande. "We will see, Countess. We have very ... different forms of poetry where I am from. I do not know if it will be as appreciated by all." All this said with a playful lilt.

 

Mintor walks in quietly, a guilded package under his arm. He looks around to those already assembled, nodding to those he notices.. he edges closer to Jacob and Elsa, wishing to announce himself to the Countess, and to possibly speak with the Marquis..

 

Martin reenters the room. He looks about the room and those present. He moves to the side of the room, to find a out of the corner table.

 

Melisande laughs softly and nods, "Purely voluntary of course...." She turns to the newest arrivals and repeats the news, "There will be a contest later in which the gentlemen will recite an original poem to Lady Emylie's beauty, if you care to participate?"

 

Scaurus is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Scaurus has arrived.

 

The footman raises his voice and proclaims, "Lords and Ladies of the Imperium! Presenting Count of Hasgraad Charles Winston Scaurus!"

 

Pers, unacompanied by anyone of note, looks characteristically impassive as he hears the news, accepting a sprig of freesia from Melisande with a delicate nod. He regards the blossoms with a curious expression, making no reply to the announcement of a competition. The Viscount appears slightly alarmed with each step...one would wonder just how unwelcomed he might feel here.

 

Imperial Footman
A tall, straight-backed man in the finery of the Corrino household. He stands ready to announce your arrival.

 

<To have the footman announce you to the ballroom at large, type +announce.>
The footman raises his voice and proclaims, "Lords and Ladies of the Imperium! Presenting Lord Atreides Mintor Atreides!"
(OOC) Mintor says, "Blah!"
Mintor bows to the Countess.. "It is a pleasure to be here, and the Lady Margot sends her wishes.. I would love to join in the recital, but it seems that my strongest suit was not for the spoken word.."
(OOC) Pers winks. "Talk to Margot about your +title."

 

Melisande lowers her voice to a rather audible whisper as she speaks to Mintor, "Since the judge is to be Lady Emylie herself and the prize, the first dance with her, perhaps you will make an attempt anyway, My Lord?" She grins impishly and picks up another sprig of freesia for the next arriving guest.

 

And the Imperial Treasurer, dressed in all his finest regalia, looks oddly noble and different than the usual black Byzantine robes one is accustomed to seeing him in. He even wears a slight smile, attempting his best at diplomacy this evening, it seems. He glances at Melisande for a moment, and gives her a gentle nod, waiting patiently in line to speak to the Countess, holding out a gloved hand for the freesia.

 

Pers just looked at you.

 

Shaheena manages to glide up to Melisande, despite her lack of skirting. Cradling the box carefully in one palm, she waits patiently to be acknowledged.

 

Martin stands beside the table before he hears the music in the background. A small smile appears on his face. He turns back and hunts for the string ensemble. The music his guide.

 

Mintor blushes and nods, deciding still not to enter, but says nothing...

 

Pers wastes little time in doing what must be done.
Pers takes a seat at the bar.

 

Melisande gives Scaurus the flower and says, "I expect you will be leading the line of gentlemen reciting poetry to the Lady Emylie, Lord Treasurer." Before the man can respond, however, she's turned her attention to Shaheena and curtsied to the Lady Vizier, "My Lady?"

 

Shaheena offers a little curtsey in return, graceful despite her age. "My lady. I was wondering if there might be a particular place in which to leave our gifts for the guest of honor?"

 

Mintor walks up to where Jacob and Elsa are seated and bows to the two.."Good evening, M'Lord and Lady.." he looks towards Elsa.."I do not believe we have met.. I am Lord Mintor Atreides.."

 

Scaurus raises his brows, laughing deeply, "Poetry, Lady Melisande? Perhaps a lecture on economics would be more appropriate my arena?" He fingers the freesia momentarily, before leaning in toward Melisande and whispering something, then smiling momentarily at her, and joining the guests within the Ballroom.

 

Melisande nods to Shaheena, "Lady Emylie will be accepting her gifts in the Silver Balcony, if you would like to place it there?" She looks to see if a guard is in place at the balcony table and finds that there is. "Yes, I'm certain that would be the place to leave them." That done, she gives Scaurus an amused and questioning glance, although she doesn't ask the question that comes to mind.

 

Elsa looks up at the Atreides Lord with a smile and inclines her head in greeting to the man. "My Lord. A pleasure to finally meet you." She then decides to rise from her seat after all and curtseys "Lady Elsa Morante, serving the Marquis as a tutor to his fine niece, the Lady Sisay Ginaz."

 

Tat'iana is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Tat'iana has arrived.

 

Martin finds the string musicians and smiles warmly as he listens to them play. He listens quietly for several minutes before turning back to the gather crowd, the warm smile still present. He walks back over to the bar and takes a champaign.

 

Mintor raises an eyebrow and smiles.."Why, I'm glad that my betrothed is in such capable hands.. Will she be attending tonight?"

 

Scaurus tucks the small flower into his golden sash lightly, making his way over toward the economical corner of the room, and the Viscount Alvstad. He rasps, coming closer, "Ah, Your Excellency...I see that you're unaccompanied? No Lady upon your hand tonight?" he doesn't sit at the bar, one might wonder if sitting would be possible in those trousers.

 

Shaheena nods, and drops another little curtsey, before making her way sedately to the dais and handing off the little box to guard present there.

 

Pers swivels about on his barstool, glass of vodka with a twist of lime already in his right hand. "No, Lord Scaurus," he answers the Treasurer plainly. "And yourself?"

 

Elsa pages: Eh, asking hard questions eh ?:)
Elsa pages: ICly she /should/ be here of course..

 

Noukker file into the room -- the escort of the Empress. Tat'iana herself glides in a moment later, skirts lifted just marginally off the floor. Just as she clears the doorway, she pauses, awaiting the usual courtly processes.

 

The footman raises his voice and proclaims, "Lords and Ladies of the Imperium! Presenting Empress Tat'iana Anstasovna Rastanyev Corrino!"

 

Elsa is just about to answer the Atreides Lord when she hears the announcement and curtseys deeply towards where the Empress probably is, keeping her eyes on Mintor's feet.

 

Scaurus chuckles hoarsely, "As is custom, Lord Viscount, I am unaccompanied..." he turns at the footman's words and faces the Empress, dipping into a low bow, medals and awards jingling as he gives proper obeisence to Her Imperial Majesty.

 

Melisande sinks into a reverent curtsey and offers the Empress a sprig of freesia from the basket at her side, as she has with the previous guests as they arrived, "Welcome, Your Imperial Majesty."

 

Martin turns to the ring announcement of the footman. Upon sight of Her Majesty, He bows deeply to the Empress.

 

Pers rises from his barstool, pressing the coattails of his tuxedo down with one hand as he bows at the Empress's entrance. Rising, he turns back to Scaurus. "Of course, Lord Treasurer. I am surprised to see you present at this event."

 

Tat'iana manages a small, but gentle smile, nodding to those she recognizes by name or by face. The offered sprig of freesia brings a warmer smile to her face, and she accepts it with a low nod. "We are most pleased to see so many of our cherished cousines here this evening, and we bid you all welcome and a most pleasant evening," she says, her voice pitched just high enough to carry -- a sure but modest signal to any who are still bowed that things will progress on without any more to-do over her own entrance. Her own small welcome being given, she steps aside to clear the doorway for any other arrivals. Perhaps, even the birthday girl.

 

Erich is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Erich has arrived.

 

Emylie is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Emylie has arrived.

 

At Pers' words, Scaurus rises slowly also, straightening his uniform momentarily, "One of Imperial association must ensure that diplomacy is used to the utmost level. Being present at such important occassions are naturally within the boundaries of my duty as an Officer of the Imperium..." how incredibly noble and unlike Scaurus the statement sounds. As a waiter passes him, the Treasurer snaps up a glass of wine, rasping still to the Viscount, "To me, this is a mere mix of some pleasure with the business I am accustomed to performing for His Imperial Majesty."

 

Shaheena sinks into a deep curtsey as the imperial couple arrives, dark eyes cast down.
Emylie Fenring, only daughter of the Imperial Chancellor and sole heir to the Fenring fortunes, is escourted into the Ballroom by a retinue of Imperial Noukker all sporting the livery of Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Tat'iana Rastanyev Corrino. Head held high, Emylie walks among them as Joan D'Arc to the fiery pyre. Entering the Ballroom, heels clicking rhythmically, they disperse strategically, covering all entrances and exits leaving the little lady Emylie standing near the entrance, a sole Noukker guard hovering ominously at her elbow. She hesitates a moment, gazing about the room, taking in the surroundings. With a brief glance up at the Fenring banner over the silver balcony, she pays it homage with a slight dip of the head. Turning, she glides gracefully across the room to the Lady Melisande a charming smile adorning her young face.

 

Melisande is not too far from the door, a large basket of flowers at her side, from which she takes a sprig of freesia and hands it to each guest as they arrive, "Welcome." She says as she curtsies deeply, "Your Majesty. My Lady."

 

<<Shaheena thinks: Dear heavens, don't they feed these poor girls anything? I mean, youthful slenderness is all very well, but a lady of the Imperial House shouldn't look as if she were a POW who'd been forcemarched over twenty miles of bad road.>>

 

        A cadre of Noukker guards enters and fans outward, making way for the Padishah Emperor. Leading him a herald enters and shouts, "All Kneel for His Imperial Majesty, the Sublime Padishah Emperor of the Known Universe!

 

Scaurus isn't one to dispute the herald and his orders. After putting his wine upon the bar quickly, he dips into proper genuflection for his Lord and Master.

 

Pers manages a quick and thirsty sip of his beloved Alvst vodka before bowing to the entering Emperor. He has no cape to thrust back mightily behind him on this occasion, and the good Viscount looks positively meek.

 

Martin returns his deep bow at the arrival of the Emperor. Before his head lowers to the ground, his eyes fall upon Lady Emylie. He smiles to himself as he looks to the ground, paying deep respect to the Padishah Emperor.

 

Emylie sinks into a deep curtsy for the Emperor, accepting the freesia gaily, all smiles.

 

Elsa, just having risen from her curtsey to the Empress, carefully renews her studying of the Atreides Lord standing with her as she sinks into a deep curtsey to the father to the Imperial toddlers.

 

Shaheena drops into the full curtsey due only to the Padishah, swallowing the grimace of pain as it pulls at old wounds.

 

Erich enters, a slightly crooked smile on his lips as he surveys the assembly. He booms, "Welcome one and all!"

 

Aside from the Emperor, Tat'iana is the only person in the room who doesn't kneel, actually. From her vantage point to the side of the entranceway, she glides forward towards Erich, her hand slipping in to the crook of his arm as she joins him by his side.

 

Erich turns and smiles to his bride, lifting his chin slightly. He's obviously in a good mood this evening.

 

Mintor kneels when both of the Imperial Majesties arrive..then rises..he looks towards Elsa and Jacob.."Is the Lady Sisay well? I have yet to see her since I returned again to Kaitain."

 

Melisande rises from her curtsey and smiles at Emylie, "The silver balcony has been set aside for the receiving of gifts, My Lady." In a soft voice, she adds, "Happy Birthday, Dear."

 

Scaurus blinks from his place of complete obeisence at the sudden statement by His Majesty, and looks up just momentarily to make sure a booming Boris Harkonnen hasn't suddenly usurped the Lion Throne. Seeing that there is no Harkonnen, and only a very jovial Emperor, he returns his gaze to the shiny floor for a couple of more moments, before lifting himself up and retaking his wine, "As you were saying, Lord Viscount?"

 

Bobbing another curtsy directly to the Lady Melisande, Emylie positively beams at her. "Oh My Lady, everything is perfectly perfect. How will I ever thank you?"

 

Pers regards Scaurus with an even glance. "I don't believe I was saying anything, Lord Treasurer."

 

Emylie ascends to the silver balcony.

 

You paged Elsa with 'Sorry.. Wasn't trying to be difficult.. but if I'm to be here with you and Jacob in the same room, conversation can't help but to turn toward Sisay.. plus I'm anxious to get things going.. also you can use this as a good rp point for you and her.. you can give her your bg impression of me and so on..."'.

 

Martin slowly raises from his bow. He takes a sip of the champaigne before sitting it back on the end of the bar. His eyes fall upon the birthday girl again before turning and head across to Lord Jacob and Lady Elsa. He stands back behind Lord Mintor, not wishing to disturb their conversation.

 

Emylie slips up to the silver balcony, shadowed by the Noukker guard who takes up at place behind her. She stands quietly on the balcony observing her guests with a bright smile on her face.

 

Elsa finally rises from her curtsey and smile at the Lord Atreides' words. "Her Ladyship is quite fine, Lord Atreides. She has devoted her time to her studies well. However I'm afraid that she might be rather tired tonight. But I am confident she would very much like to see you again..perhaps you will be able to attend her birthday celebration, which is due soon, My Lord?"

 

Shaheena drifts towards the bar at that same unhurried pace, her guard following like a faithful shadow.

 

Melisande follows Emylie to the baloncy and faces the room to announce, "Don't forget about the contest, My Lords. A tribute to Lady Emylie's beauty. I hope you'll all participate...and the winner will lead Lady Emylie out for the first dance." That said, she climbs the rest of the way to the balcony and stands behind the birthday girl.

 

Melisande ascends to the silver balcony.

 

Scaurus maintains his usually cold expression with the Viscount, and ah's lightly, "My mistake then, Lord Viscount." He pauses, looking over to Emylie for a moment, and raising his glass in her direction. There's no friendly smile on his face though, just the stoicism that is Scaurus, "If you'll excuse me, Lord Viscount?" he says lightly, before stepping outside momentarily.

 

Pers inclines his head slightly while turning back to his contemplation of the bar.

 

Scaurus departs for the Reception Foyer.
Scaurus has left.

 

Having made their own greetings and salutations, the Emperor and Empress make their way towards the royal balcony, out of the way of the other partygoers, but yet present to share in the festivities, and observe.

 

Mintor raises an eyebrow towards Elsa.."Why, most certainly..I was not aware that it was arriving again so soon.."

 

Tat'iana ascends to the white balcony.

 

Scaurus is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Scaurus has arrived.

 

Scaurus returns, boasting in his hands a large, elaborate looking book. He begins immediately toward the Silver Balcony and the Lady Fenring, carrying the book ceremoniously in front of him. Unlike a certain previous occassion to do with present-giving, Scaurus decides to wait his turn this time. He values his unblemished skin, in-tact eyes and unbroken nose.

 

Erich ascends to the white balcony.

 

Elsa just looked at you.
Elsa
Lithe and athletic, this young woman of average height strides silently and gracefully as her soft, black leather shoes only occasionally show their tips from beneath her sleeveless, midnight black robes. Her slender neck is adorned with a silver pendant of intricate design resembling a swirling vortex, a small ruby set in the center. Of the same design her silver earrings and a ring seem to be. She has long, chestnut brown hair neatly kept in a knot on the back of her head, with a tress falling before her delicate face. A face that some find most striking, due to her piercing, amber eyes outlined by her high cheekbones.
Carrying:
Silver pendant

 

Martin seeing that the good lords and lady are in deep conversation. He waves to a servant and nods to him. He turns and walks up to stand behind the Imperial treasurer to give his own gifts.

 

Jacob returns from some lost and forgotten corner of the ballroom, drink in hand. He has a small satchel slung over one shoulder, and a larger one over his other shoulder. He strides to the rear of the gift-line, keeping an eye on Scaurus to see if he needs any bailing out tonight.

 

Elsa smiles and nods at Mintor, her eyes darting towards the Moritani standing behind him momentarily before addressing the Atreides "It is, My Lord, already a full year since I started my tutoring to Her Ladyship. Perhaps you would also meet her father, then, who has returned to Kaitain himself." With those words she briefly looks at her Marquis.

 

Shaheena just looked at you.

 

All sweetness and light, Emylie turns to Lady Melisande, pitching her voice to carry across the room. "My Lady," she begins with a curtsy. "I wish to thank you most humbly, from the bottom of my heart, for the lovely celebration you have arranged. And I would also like to pay homage to Her Imperial Majesty, by whose largess, we are here tonight." She scans the crowd coming to focus on the Empress and looking at her pointedly. Spontaneously, she drops into an extravagant curtsy to the Imperial couple, complete with flourish. Rising, she continues to look at Tat'iana for another long moment. She places her hand over her heart. Kissing her fingertips, she throws the freesia towards the Empress majestically. "Her Imperial Majesty has been like a Mother to me and I want to publically express my heartfelt appreciation for /all/ that She has done for me."

 

Dirk is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Dirk has arrived.

 

Emylie turns now to face the crowd. "I wish not to bore you all with flowery speeches for which I am not the right person to give. But I do want to thank everyone for attending. It is most gratifying to see everyone here. I do hope you have a lovely time." Again, she smiles sweetly, inclining her head and curtsying like a diva who has just performed an excellent aria.

 

Having retrieved a glass of fruit-infused springwater, Sha settles in to the queue to pay her respects to the birthday girl.

 

Mintor smiles.."Why, I had no idea that her father had arrived.. I would gladly meet with him.. Although I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't at all nervous about meeting my future father-in-law..

 

Shaheena just looked at you.

 

Melisande beckons Scaurus forward with his gift, "I don't believe an introduction is necessary, My Lady?"

 

Scaurus ascends to the silver balcony.

 

Dirk walks in looking exquisite as always. His hair has been tied into rastafarian waves of black puffy hair. Both of his elephant-ears are looped with Alvsgaardian silver. He tries to duck low as he enters, but only manages to increase the potence of his hulking figure. He makes his way through the crowd of nobles and royalty to the side of his Lord-Viscount at the bizner.

 

Tat'iana stands at the railing of the balcony on the opposite side of the room as Emylie gives her speech. Oddly, though, her expression remains largely neutral, only a small not-quite smile touching her lips. When the young woman has finished, she nods her head deeply, and steps back to seat herself in one of the pair of seats waiting there.

 

Marco is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Marco has arrived.

 

Dirk takes a seat at the bar.

 

Erich escorts Tat'iana to her seat then takes his own beside her.

 

As each new guest enters the ballroom, they are handed a sprig of freesia and welcomed by one of the Ladies in Waiting.

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie takes a deep breath at the conclusion of her little speech. She turns, gaily to greet the Lord Scaurus. "My Lord," she says with a polite bob of a curtsy. "How positively lovely of you to attend.".

 

The footman raises his voice and proclaims, "Lords and Ladies of the Imperium! Presenting Count of Tuncart Maximus Hannibal Marco!"

 

You paged Elsa with 'hide your daughters and your silverware!'.

 

Scaurus ascends with more ceremoniously to Emylie and the silver balcony, bearing his gift in front of him. A side of his lip twitches for a moment as Melisande speaks, and then he nods to Emylie, "My Lady Fenring. Allow me to present to you the complete work of Eugiene Provost, one of the founding fathers of the Combine Honette Ober Advancer Mercantiles. It is a book which has guided people such as myself throughout the years, and I hope it will be a book that will gain a high place within your own Library." he pauses, offering the book to her with a bit of a smug smile, "Along with this works, I have also arranged for your library to be slightly expanded by various philosophical texts, writings of previous Emperor's, some rare copies of texts from Ancient Terra, as well as a book on post-7th millenium poetry, which I have heard you have some interest in. Knowledge, as you have heard me say before, is something which I value above many other traits, it is an honour to pass on this knowledge to you, Lady Fenring, in the hope that you will be as wise and sagely as your father, and that your wisdom and intelligence will equal your already stunning beauty..." More flowery words he couldn't have thought of, and as he moves the book closer to Emylie's hands, he gazes at her for a moment, forcing a light smile to his lips.

 

Elsa looks at Mintor, an amused smile playing across her face, but meanwhile she has been listening to the Lady Fenring's words on the side, and she casts a glance up to the silver balcony, her expression perhaps, somewhat worried. Perhaps it's just the rising of her brows from looking up, though. She returns her attention to the Atreides Lord. "Well, My Lord, that is understandable. Like he is anxious to meet you, I'm sure. Perhaps it would indeed be better if you would visit us even before the birthday of Her Ladyship."

 

Marco enters in alone from the foyer and always his blue with in blue eyes scan about the place before heading in any one direction in a cautious manner. For now he makes his way to a servant, taking a glass and sipping it lightly while observing the ballroom.

 

Mintor nods.. "Agreed.. now if you'll excuse me, I should get in line..." with that he backs away and joins the queue.."

 

As Scaurus uncturously presents his gifts, Sha opens her feather fan to hide her smile. Men are all the same - after milennia, one'd think they'd learn to give gifts that might actually be of some use or entertainment, rather than what they themselves would like to receive. At least it wasn't power tools.

 

Jacob cranes his neck slightly (which is somewhat comical) and watches the goings-on above him. He has a wry little smile ... perhaps he's particularly proud of his gift. Or maybe he's wondering at the coincidence that Scaurus got to go first today ...

 

Taking the book into her hands, Emylie almost drops the heavy tomb. "Goodness, My Lord!" she exclaims, handing it over to a nearby servant. "I cannot tell you how much I will treasure this gift from My Lord the Treasurer." She grins coyly. "But truth be told, I have recently had an surfeit of time on my hands to undertake more serious reading. Rest assured that it will be well-used." Glancing at the book once more, she sizes it up. "Well-used indeed. And for the other volumes as well, I thank you kindly."

 

And women are all the same, thinks Scaurus as she pulls out her fan. You'd think that for once in the history of the Imperium they'd try to use their brains instead of their bosoms to make themselves prominent. Ah well, men can but try to supply them with the important things in life. With another light nod at the accepting of the gift and a parting statement, "I am glad to hear it, Lady Fenring. Knowledge can never be held in too high a regard," he turns and descends from the silver balcony.

 

Elsa inclines her head at Mintor in acknowledgement and watches him move to join the qeue. She herself makes her way over to the bar to order a drink, probably, and purses her lips somewhat as she sees the Alvstad seated there, abviously having returned from Alvsgaard recently. She heads over to him and curtseys, a small glass with some clear spirit in hand.

 

Melisande announces the next in line, "Lord Rinaldi." and gestures to the guard to take the large book from Emylie and place it on the table.

 

Scaurus descends from the silver balcony.

 

Martin smiles to Scaurus as he descends. As he walks up the balcony, he motions to the servant to come forward.

 

"Lady Elsa," Pers says, turning towards the young Bene Gesserit. "Good evening to you. Does it find you well?"

 

Martin ascends to the silver balcony.

 

Jacob shuffles forward and sticks one of his hands into one of the satchels briefly. He seems to be ... rearranging something within?

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie bounces slightly on her toes as the Lord Rinaldi ascends. Stretching out her hands, she welcomes him warmly. "My Lord, I am touched by your attendance. It is a most sincere honour."

 

Scaurus glances for but a moment at Martin as he descends, and his eyes are not particularly warm upon the Moritani. Passing Jacob, he inclines his head politely, and then returns to the glass of wine he left upon the bar.

 

On the silver balcony, Martin gives a large smile and accepts her hand. He leans down to kiss the knuckles. "I could never miss your Birthday party, My Lady. I am honoured by the inventation. He straighten and signals the severants up one of the time. "My Lady, for this special occasion, I have decided to give you three gifts."

 

Marco continues to sip his champagne from his spot watching the goings on of the party and trying not to look too out of place.

 

Jacob inclines his head slowly to Scaurus as he passes.

 

The servant carries up the stairs craddles in his arms a Shiba Inu puppy. It looks like it wishes to escape from his arms. Its golden and white fir shines in the rooms light. Its curled little tail wags happily at all of the excitement.

 

Emylie's tired eyes alight at the very thought. "Three presents! OH how splendid. You are too generous, MY Lord. Quite." And as the little puppy materialized, the girl squeals with geniune delight. She accepts it into her arms most willingly, giggling as it squirms about, licking her face. She hugs the wee creature to her chest. "Oh this is perfect. Most wonderful."

 

Elsa raises a brow briefly at her first name being used but says nothing of it. Instead, she smiles politely. "It does, My Lordship. I am ..glad to see you have returned to Kaitain so soon, and in the mood again to attend parties." Another inclination of her head in greeting to the Warmaster. "My Lord."

 

Martin smiles at he watches Her Ladyship with the puppy. He turns and motions for the second servant. Who carries up a large box. He waits patiently for her to receive it.

 

Shaheena's gaze softens in amusement at the sight of the puppy, and she lowers her fan a touch.

 

Pers makes no reference to his mood for attending parties, but politely inclines his head towards Elsa. "Thank you, my Lady," he says in his standard cool manner. "There are several occasions which demand attendance regardless of ambient circumstances; I do hope the Lady Fenring enjoys her celebration."

 

Clutching the puppy, Emylie leans over, planting a virginal kiss on the Moritani Lord's cheek. "However shall I thank you? What is her name?" She looks at the box inbetween puppy kisses. Reluctantly, she allows a servant to remove the puppy from her arms, looking after him with large eyes. "I do hope he'll be permitted to stay with me," she says, to no one in particular.
Inside the box, once the thin paper is removed is very attractive red dress. The silk can be seen to be hand stetched. The low neckline is revealing. Maybe even a little too revealing.

 

Martin grins as she plants the kiss. "She doesn't have a name, yet, My Lady." He turns to the box as it is being open. "This dress is from the Fashion Guild. On this occassion, they wanted to give you something special. I was honoured to deliver this for them."

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie giggles scandalously. "Oh how wicked!," she exclaims with glee, clasping her hands together.

 

Ekaterina is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Ekaterina has arrived.

 

Martin smiles and hands a small box to her. "And the third and final gift."

 

Melisande looks at the red dress with a hint of surprise to her expression, and then consideringly at Martin, but quickly smiles politely and says nothing although silently she agrees with Emylie's reaction to the 'scandalous' gown.

 

A Lady-in-Waiting greets Ekaterina with a sprig of freesia, saying, "Welcome."

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie looks down at the small box, peeling it open with rapturous expression. "My Lord, your generousity is overwhelming."

 

Inside the smile box is a gold locket, carved in her families hearldry. Once inside, A Moritani Fleur-de-lis is on the opposite. A orange catholic cross sits in the middle of the middle. While not gold, the cross is very glossy, shined to a high shine.

 

Scaurus, never being one for parties, after giving various greetings here and there, decides to depart for the evening.

 

Martin smiles and bows to her. "This a special day for you, My Lady. One should be generous on such days. The cross is made out Arrakian sand.

 

Elsa shoots a glance briefly up to the balcony hearing the giggles, but quickly returns her attention to the Siridar-Viscount. "Indeed, Your Lordship. " with a more serious look "My condolances, Your Lordship. Although hardly the place here tonight, allow me to express these." She takes a sip from her glass as if to close the matter by than gesture, and speaks no more for a moment.

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie gasps, pulling the locket out of the box. "Oh this is quite lovely. Here, shall I wear it now?" She holds it out to Lord Rinaldi, scooping up her hair and turning about.

 

On the silver balcony, Martin says,smiles and hooks the locket for her and nods."

 

Pers offers Elsa a rare smile, fleeting though it may be. "Thank you, my Lady. I do hope you'll be able to attend the wake." He fingers his vodka vaguely. "I'm not certain if you know much regarding the ceremony, but it is...quite a function."

 

On the silver balcony, Martin says, "=:let's Lady Melisande to handle the matter. He bows to them both. "I have taken already too much time. Happy Birthday. My Lady.""

 

Something inside the box catches Emylie's eye. Reaching inside, she pulls out a white card. Upon reading it, she lifts a quizzical brow to the Lord Rinaldi. Stuffing the card back into the box, the servants whisk both boxes off the balcony and away. She nods stiffly to Martin, holding still while the locket is strewn around her neck.

 

Martin smiles and turns to walks down the steps.
Martin descends from the silver balcony.

 

Melisande takes the locket from Martin and fastens the chain at the back of Emylie's neck, then steps back to admire the pendant. As Martin takes his leave, she turns to announce the next in line, "Marquis Ginaz."

 

Emylie mutters to Melisande, "... terribly... am... happy.... it's... because... you!"

 

Jacob ascends to the silver balcony.

 

Martin gives those who await an apologetic look. He moves to the bar to take a champaigne.

 

It is with some anxiety that Lady Emylie greets the Marquis Ginaz. Bowing deeply to him, Emylie smiles, waiting for him to fully gain the balcony before speaking.

 

Emylie mutters to Jacob, "... My... very pleased... privacy... that..."

 

Jacob strides rapidly up the staircase to greet the birthday girl. Upon reaching the top, he gives an extravagant bow while somehow holding onto the two satchels, the contents of which seem o be ... squirming? "Lady Fenring. It is my deep Honor to greet you and wish you well on this most auspicious day." He then leans in for a slightly more private exchange.

 

Casting a look over her shoulder, Emylie glances quickly at the Empress.

 

Marco takes a seat at the bar.

 

Martin takes a seat at the bar.

 

With obvious relief, Emylie sinks into a deep curtsy before the Marquis. "Oh MY Lord, no better gift could be paid me. None." Her hand flutters to her throat. "I remain in your debt forever," she gushes with typical girlish histronics.

 

Jacob smiles softly, avuncularly, and continues to speak in a more normal volume. "I've brought your gift with me, though as you will soon understand, I'll have to hold onto it for you for a while." He removes the smaller satchel and holds it out to Emylie, carefully flipping the cover backwards.

 

Lifting up on her toes, Emylie peers into the satchel curiously.

 

Elsa nods slowly at the Siridar-Viscount. "I will have to re-read the specifics, I must admit. As for attending, His Excellency the Marquis has still to inform us about his plans, Your Lordship. I will address the matter with him shortly." She curtseys again, as to indicate she will take her leave. "However if you will excuse me, I am sure you will be anxious to get in line to present Her Ladyship with a birthday gift, as should I go and pay my respect, My Lord."

 

As Emylie peeks into the satchel, two tiny pink noses jut out, followed by furry gray faces. Jacob offers an explanation: "A bonded pair of my own prize rabbits, my Lady. They've won numerous awards on Marcinko though they are very rare off-planet. I've also purchased the contract of one of the most respected rabbit breeders on Kaitain to assist you with these two, and with your own rabbits that I know you love dearly."

 

Pers nods towards Elsa and with a polite nod to Martin and Marco, leaves the bar to deliver his gift.

 

Pers departs for the Reception Foyer.
Pers has left.

 

Melisande smiles and clasps her hands, resisting the urge to pat the bunnies.

 

Emylie's face disappears into the satchels as she rubs noses with the wee little bunnies. Muffled cries of joy emanate from the bags. Finally, the girl, upon who the mantle of adulthood settles tonight, appears once more, holding one of the two precious bundles of fur. Scratching behind its ears, Emylie looks appreciatively at Jacob. "This is so very thoughtful of you, My Lord. I am touched beyond words."

 

Jacob offers the other satchel and murmurs in a low, conspiratorial tone. "I thought you might like a quick visit with your old furry friends, too, Lady Fenring."

 

Holding back tears, Emylie bestows Jacob with her best smile, dimples and all. "Oh My Lord," she says in a low, heartfelt voice, "Your kindness is most gratifying."

 

Jacob offers the satchel. "Please, say hi to them. I will need to bring them back soon." He returns the smile with a broad one of his own.

 

Ekaterina enters the ballroom, more than a little late for the function. Also, she comes alone. While there are others of her house, they have more than proceeded her by a quarter hour. Too, all by herself she carries what must be the gift... a narrow box, about the length of an arm from fingertips to elbow. And she looks extremely perturbed.

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie accepts the satchel, suddenly overrun with bunnies in satchels. Servants step forward taking the satchels. With a look at the Imperial couple, Emylie orders, "Take the rabbits to my chamber."

 

Marco rolls his eyes at Martin and his comment. The 'good' Count declines to respond to his kinsman's jibe and sees fit to only shakes his head.

 

Shaheena waits serenely in line, only now and then fanning herself languidly.

 

Elsa moves away from the bar and accross the floor to stand in line silently, briefly glancing upward to the balcony to see the Marquis Ginaz presenting his gifts. A faint, amused smile plays across her face.

 

Spontaneously, Emylie squeezes the Marquis' hands. "That would be perfect. Thank you again, My Lord." She drops into a curtsy. "Thank you."

 

Melisande signals to one of the servants to have champagne brought to the balcony for herself and the Lady Fenring, then introduces the next in line, "Lady al-Temiyat."

 

Jacob descends from the silver balcony.

 

Emylie mutters to Melisande, "... nice... of... Do... think Her... will... mean,... forbade... visit... own?... isn't really... is it?"

 

Shaheena's guard has returned with the box earlier left at the dais, which Sha receives carefully. Extracting another, smaller package from the breast pocket of her coat, she steps carefully up to the young lady.

 

Shaheena ascends to the silver balcony.

 

Elsa smiles brightly at the descending Marquis Ginaz while waiting patiently.

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie watches Jacob go, wiping a tear from her eye. Politely, she declines the champagne, confers quietly with a servant, and then turns her attention to the Lady. She executes a cordial curtsy. "My Lady," she says by way of greeting.

 

Jacob joins Elsa wordlessly as he finishes descending the staircase. He smiles softly.

 

Ekaterina makes her way through the crowd there is, and takes her place at the back of the line to ascend the dais, and present the lady Emylie's gift. One her way, she glances over her shoulder, to the door, several times, but each time seems ungratified by the faces she finds.

 

Martin nods and slides off the stool. He straightens his jacket and walks over to Lord Jacob, passing Lady Ekaterina on the way. He stands patiently behind Lady Elsa.

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie takes the small box into her hands. "No, truly, 'tis I who am honoured by your Ladyship's attendance and by the notice of the Siridar-Baron. I trust you are enjoying the festivities?" She looks about the room. "Have you found it to your liking, My Lady?" She opens the box, peering inside.

 

"Oh Lady Melisande, do look!" Emylie sniffs at the perfume, clearly impressed. "Does it not smell exquisitely?"

 

Elsa turns to whisper some pleasantries to the Marquis Ginaz, and then notices the Rastanyev lady behind her, curtseying. "My Lady." and inclining her head in greeting to the Moritani man. "My Lord."

 

Drusus is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Drusus has arrived.

 

Melisande inhales the lovely scent and smiles, "It is exquisite."

 

<got booted here, missed some in between.>

 

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.

 

                        (OOC NOTE: Type '+places/help')
Players:
 Drusus                                             Ekaterina
 Marco                                              Emylie
 Martin                                             Elsa
 Jacob                                              Shaheena
 Melisande                                        
Objects:
 @>-`--,-- >*< Party Decorations >*< --,--`-<@      Imperial Footman
Exits:
 Patio Doors <NW> leads to Ezhar VII's Patio -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 Double Doors <N> leads to Grand Banquet Room -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
 French Doors <S> leads to Reception Foyer -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 

Emylie pages: welcome back
You paged Emylie with 'sorry.. got booted..'.

 

Hesitantly, the guard-slave setes the box at Emylie's feet. It doesn't sem terribly sizable, or heavy - perhaps an article of clothing. There's a betraying jingle from it, however.
Martin bows and gives a small smile to Her Grace.

 

Martin speaks quietly to Lady Elsa as he turns to look back to the guest of honour.

 

Untying the ribbon, Emylie peels back the silk wrapping with great care. She stands back, motioning for one of the servants to open the box.

 

Drusus looks around, blinking as if dazzled for a moment, before catching Marco's glance and limp-stepping clumsily over towards him, only to slip on the tiles and spill the armload of filmbooks under one arm, servents rush to aid him, but he tries to wave them off with the right of his mismatched arms... eyes quickly glancing to Martin and Emylie to make certain that he hasn't spoilt Martin's moment...

 

The servant bustles forward and opens it, then reaches in to lift out and hold it up. It's jewelry fit for a princess, certainly - but a princess with a tail and hooves. The gift is a delicately wrought bridle. Shaheena explains, gently, "Since the young lady's fondness for animals is well known, as the other gifts this evening show, my lord thought that my lady might be best pleased by another addition to her menagerie. But rather than choose for her, it was thought best that she might come and choose for herself. That bridle may be made to fit any of the inhabitants of my lord's stables, and my lady is invited to honor House Bajazet by visiting and claiming her choice among them."

 

Seeing that Drusus fall Marco stands and makes his way over to man. The noble kneels down helping the mishappen man with his books. "You alright, master?"

 

Drusus sheepishly returns Melisande 's glare and gshrugs and grimaces as if to appologize..

 

Elsa looks into the Lord Rinaldi's eyes for a moment, before replying to his whisper with a single nod and a brief smile. She finishes her drink and places the glass on a passing attendant's tray, and seems not to be in the mood to talk in whispers tonight. "I am pleased to see you are able to attend this party, My Lord. And such generousity.." she adds.

 

Melisande pages: Are you going to do a poem in honor of Emylie's beauty? :)

 

Drusus nods nerviously and gathers up his things with his help, "Ye-ye-yes Yo-your Lor-or-ordship..."

 

Long distance to Melisande: Mintor shakes his head.."mintor is not a poetic man, and more importantly, neither am I.. sorry..

 

Martin grins to Lady Elsa. "For a friend, My Lady, you should be generous and from the heart."

 

Melisande pages: I think Martin is going to steal one off the internet, if that's...an idea? :)

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie gasps audibly. "Oh my! I'm stunned." Taking a hold of the bridle leather, Emylie eyes it appreciatively. "The Lord Baron is most generous. I am in awe of the craftmanship on display here and, of course, the entire Imperium is aware of the superiority of Bajazet bred horses."

 

Long distance to Melisande: Mintor shakes his head.."No.. wouldn't be right..plus sisay might take my head off.. ;)"

 

Marco nods and stands helping the poor fellow out, "Okay. Where you headed to?"

 

From afar, Melisande laughs, "Okay."

 

Shaheena puts her hands before her and offers another of those little bows. "I'm sure my lord will be pleased that his gift finds favor with the young lady, and that her chosen mount will bear her in health and happiness."

 

Elsa looks past Martin into the Maritani historian's direction, and briefly purses her lips. << Another drugged Moritani at a party? They certainly import plenty of this new...semuta>>
Drusus nods towards the where the gifts for the Lady Emylie are stored, "T-t-to gi-give my rega-ga-gards and gi-gifts, Yo-your Lor-or-ordship.."

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie returns the bow with a curtsy of her own. "I shall avidly await the day where I shall be so honoured. Doubly in fact, first with my acquaintance to the Bajazet steed who shall quickly steal my heart. And more importantly, with the introduction to the most thougthful and generous Lord Baron."

 

Martin turns to follow Her Ladyship gaze. He sees Master Drusus and gives a small smile. "Ah, Master Drusus. He's our Historian. Superb researcher, but very quiet."

 

Marco nods motions for the man to ocme along, "I'll escort you to the line. Follow me." No one can never say Marco isn't a nice guy. Pillar of the community, he is.

 

Drusus hangs his head at the shame he's brought to his house, and says, very softly, more to the air then Elsa, who's disapproving gaze he cannot meet, "I'm no-no-not dru-dru-dru-drugged, I'm al-al-always li-like th-thi-thi..." he trails off and nods silently to Marco to lead the way...

 

Melisande takes a sip of champagne and announces the next in line, "Lord Atreides."

 

Mintor stands quietly as he waits for Shaheena to make her way down the steps first..

 

Dirk just looked at you.

 

Shaheena descends from the silver balcony.

 

You ascend to the silver balcony.

 

In between guests, a servant steps forward, offering Emylie a globlet of water. She drinks heavily of it, hands it back to the man with a grateful nod and then returns her attention to the advancing Lord Atreides.

 

Marco approaches the end of the line and nods to the others that are waiting there. A quick wave to Drusus tells him that it is okay for him to come along.

 

Mintor bows deeply.."M'Lady, as I stand here representing House Atreides on such a glorious day, it pleases me to see that House Atreides shares in the same thoughts as His Excellency, the Imperial Treasurer, and House Moritani at the same time." He hands a guilded parcel, rectangular in shape, to the lady Emylie.

 

Drusus shrinks visibly at Elsa's chilly gaze and gratefully follows Marco to the line, "Tha-thank you yo-yo-your Lor-or-orship..."

 

You paged Emylie with 'It's a hand scribed copy of the Orange catholic Bible, written in a monastery on Caladan on ridulian crystal and bound in gold..'.

 

Ulricke is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Ulricke has arrived.

 

Ekaterina remains by the stair, watching the balcony and the gift-giving.

 

Ulricke glides in, and there just isn't another word for it. Well, perhaps prowl.

 

Having accomplished the task at hand, Shaheena and her guard withdraw, after paying their respects.

 

A Lady-in-Waiting near the door greets each new guests with a sprig of freesia, and a "Welcome!"

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie executes a curtsy before the Atreides Lord. "My Lord, you do me a great honour. House Atreides is well reknown throughout the Imperium and to have your attention flatters me greatly. I am in your service." Accepting the parcel, she examines it closely, flipping it open with curiosity. "What incredibly talent and precision," she exclaims. "This must have taken years to complete." Looking up at Mintor, she smiles sweetly. "I must share this with Lord Layard. He will have a fine appreciation for the craftsmanship."

 

Shaheena departs for the Reception Foyer.
Shaheena has left.

 

Elsa observes the Moritani historian's movements and face, and surpresses a blush. Hiding her surprise with a smile, she replies to Martin. "Indeed, My Lord. I have not yet been able to meet him." She glances up at the balcony to see the proceedings there briefly.

 

Melisande leans closer to admire the gift.

 

Fahahd is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Fahahd has arrived.

 

Ulricke looks down at the sprig in faint amusement. How droll. Tucking it into the bustline of her bandeau, she looks around a moment and notes that the gift giving has already started. A positively delighted look crosses her face, and she moves over to stand in the gift giver's line.

 

Mintor bows again.."We have heard of the Lady's appreciation in fine literature, and believed that a hand-scribed Orange Catholic Bible would make a most welcomed addition to that expanded library.."

 

The Lady-in-Waiting greets each new arrival with, "Welcome." and offers a sprig of freesia from the basket at her side.

 

Ulricke

 

        Ulricke Harkonnen is a tall young woman that appears to be in her early twenties. At just an inch under six feet tall, she manages both statuesque voluptuousness and lithe athleticism. There's nothing soft about her, yet she maintains an almost aggressive femininity. Her white-blonde hair is sleek and straight, falling to the shoulder and framing her face. Her blue eyes tend to vary in shade depending on her mood; the more intense her emotion, the more bright and intense they become. Her eyelids have been shaded with silvery gray shadow and outlined with kohl to emphasis her eyes even more. Her high cheekbones have been brushed subtly with shadow, and her full lips, which glossed lightly to luscious effect, provide her with an arrogant, dangerous beauty. The image is assisted by her confidant, predatory stance and movement.

 

        The two piece dress is a rich, royal shade of blue, and made of a light, silken fabric. The top is a simple tube bandeau, in a sleeveless halter style. The shirt is cropped to just above the navel, where a glistening, dark blue jewel has been set. The skirt, ankle length and made of the same material, is a sort of split skirt divided into two pieces. The back piece is hemmed at the top to drape from the inside of each part of her hip all the way around to the back, while the front section is worn loincloth style in the front. While covering her lower body completely, it allows her to reveal her long, svelte legs, all the way from her sleek upper thigh to her soft and elegantly pedicured feet. Her additional ornamentation are a solid silver necklace with a large, dark blue sapphire twined in smaller silver wire, and a coiling wire upper arm band also made of silver. Her skin has been dusted with a faintly sparkling silver sheen, causing her skin to glow luminously.

 

Fahahd is playing faithful shadow, as always, formal uniform dark against the glittering splendor of the assembled nobles.

 

Martin can help to smile a little at the mention of his House, turning with her Ladyship. He turns and speaks quietly to her.

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie passes the exquisite tome to the Lady Wensicia. "My Lord is most thoughtful. It is quite a precious volume and will be much treasured."

 

Ulricke casually lifts a glass of wine off a passing tray, watching the party with an amused expression. Nothing quite like a birthday.

 

Elsa smiles at the Moritani man behind her and softly says "Generous, My Lord. Fitting." she smiles again and turns, waiting for the Atreides to make his way down, and her right hand produces a small satchel from her robes.

 

Mintor bows again.. "House Atreides is most pleased with your enjoyment." He turns and makes his way down the stairs.

 

You descend from the silver balcony.

 

Ekaterina glances over her shoulder in line, and toward the doorway, as though waiting on someone else's presence. Finding not who she was looking for, but Ulricke Harkonnen close behind in the line prompts an inclination of her head, and a slight smile. The lady appears most out of sorts-- tired really. How shabby.

 

Melisande announces the next in line, "Lady Morante."

 

Elsa ascends to the silver balcony.

 

Ulricke returns Ekaterina's nod, and gently places her hand on Mintor's shoulder as he passes her by. She murmurs softly into his ear.

 

Ulricke whispers: That's right, darling. You give her the bible, pure and virtuous, and I'll give her something else entirely. We all must play our parts, angel's son and devil's daughter, hmmm?

 

Marco glances around some and looks over to Martin motioning him over to where he and Drusus stand.

 

Martin walks back to Lord Marco and the Master Drusus. He smiles to them both.

 

Clasping the railing of the balcony, Emylie drops into a polite curtsy before the Lady. "Sister, " she says warmly by way of greeting. "Tis a pleasure and an honour to see you again. I am very pleased that you came."

 

Mintor smiles and nods to Elsa as they pass, he stops when he meets Ulricke, listening.. He smirks evilly and whispers a response.

 

You whisper, "Yes, but at least we know the truth.." to Ulricke.

 

Fahahd is perfectly pokerfaced. If he hears what his mistress and the Atreides are saying, he gives not a sign of it.

 

Drusus bows nervously to Martin as he passes, averting his eyes...

 

Ulricke laughs melodically at Mintor's response, "You wicked thing." she purrs. "Get along with you now, I'll catch up later, and you do owe me a dance, else I'll be very cross with you."
 
Ulricke, cross - one must best not imagine the sort of fancyings that come to mind with /that/.

 

Martin looks to his Marco and nods. "Of course." He smiles at the Master.

 

Mintor laughs loudly as he makes his way to the bar.. "Of course, M'lady.."

 

Marco nods turns to Drusus, "Master, Lord Rinaldi will stand with you to make sure you get your turn. Excuse me gentlmen." The Count slips out of line now and heads off to a servant.

 

Elsa curtseys politely at the imperial Minister of Revels and the girl who so..patiently sits here receiving presents. "Lady Fenring. Congratulations on your birthday."she simply says. "Although His Excellency the Marquis Ginaz already presented you with the gift from House Ginaz, I myself would like to add a small gesture." With that, she presents you with the small satchell. "carefully selected from our Chapterhouse's orchards."

 

Martin stands patiently beside Drusus, speaking quietly to him.

 

The birthday girl accepts the small pouch into her palm. Pulling it open she peers inside, breaking into a broad grin. "What a clever present, My Lady," she says brightly. "A surprise within a surprise, so to speak. W-What I meant is -- 'tis a surprise to get these today and should I plant them, it would be a surprise to discover what they will grow up to be." She holds the pouch over to Melisande, allowing her to view the seed collection inside.

 

Drusus bows deeply, just about tipping over again, "Of co-course Lo-lord Mar-mar-marco..." looking up just in time to see that he's already gone and looks at the Lord Rinaldi, "If-f the Lo-lo-lord Rinal-al-aldi d-do-doesn't mi-mind..." He does his best approximation of an appologetic shrug, and listening attentively, like a small child, to Martin

 

Ulricke looks over when she hears the stuttering - the hunchback is watched with peculiar fascination, for a moment.

 

Melisande smiles, "I look forward to discovering what they grow into."
On the silver balcony, Emylie turns towards the white balcony, "That is, of course, should their Imperial Majesties see fit to allow me a bit of lands to plant the seeds." She curtsies deeply toward the balcony before turning back to the Bene Gesserit. "Requires a terribly amount of patience though," she finishes with a rueful sigh.

 

Martin shakes his head. "Not at all. I am sure that she will apreciate it."

 

Galen is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Galen has arrived.
.
Marco gets to glass of champagne and walks over to Ekaterina. "You look like you need a drink, your Grace."

 

Ekaterina says to Marco, with a slightly dry smile, "My lord, I need many things, but I will swear to the fact that a drink is at the moment, not one of them." Perfect joviality accompanies a shake of her head, no.

 

Elsa nods slowly, observing the girl. "It is my pleasure, My Lady, to let you find out in due course what they will grwo into. I suggest planting them close together before repotting them when they begin." She smiles as the girl talks of patience. "I hope your patience will prove worthwile, My Lady." she says, glancing over the young lady's form. "so that the rewards may be fruitfull." She inclines her head in greeting once more. "I shall leave you now, and hope that you find the party as entertaining as I do, my Lady." she says, preparing to leave again.

 

Marco shrugs his broad shoulders and takes a sip of one the glass, letting the other one be placed back on a servant's tray.

 

Drusus stops for a moment, as if he feels he's been watched, but looks behind him and sees only the Harkonnen woman in that direction, and shakes his head, "ne-nerves..."

 

Martin turns to looks at the man. He speaks quietly to him.

 

Mintor grabs some brandy from a servant and heads for a collection of chairs..

 

Galen enters from the foyer, and accepts the flower as it is presented from the charming girl at the door. Cool calculating eyes survey the room, though they are somewhat masked by a charming smile. The mentat inches into the room, foregoing a formal introduction from the footman, and finds the nearest tray of beverages. Seeing his Siridar he moves over to her side, with an odd mix of casualness and haste.

 

You sit in the first section of chairs.

 

Melisande inclines her head to Elsa as the lady departs, then announces the next in line, "dom-Tsara Ekaterina Rastanyev."

 

Ekaterina greets the Mentat with a short nod of her head, as though to say 'just in time', as she moves to take the stairs, carrying the gift box under one arm, and her skirts carefully nudged to accomodate her ascendance.

 

Drusus nods his head quickly to Martin, as if agreeing and stares stright forward...

 

Emylie afixes the Bene Gesserit with a bright smile. "Patience is easier to contemplate than to adopt, My Lady. Perhaps these will learnt it me."

 

Ekaterina ascends to the silver balcony.

 

Elsa smiles briefly and nods, before heading downstairs, holding her robes to not create an embarassing scene should she trip.

 

Galen follows close behind, should he be needed.

 

Elsa descends from the silver balcony.

 

Galen ascends to the silver balcony.

 

Emylie turns her attention to the dom-Tsara, performing a curtsy before the woman. "Your Grace, you flatter us with your attendance as I have been honoured by the attention of all the Siridari here tonight. Would that My Father were in attendance, I am certain he would be most proud to see the noble attention paid his daughter." She spares a cordial nod as well for Galen.

 

On the silver balcony, Ekaterina reaches the recieving area, and sinks into a reverent and honoring courtesy, with the gift still clutched in her hands, before her. "I must first wish you a most splendid birthday, my lady, as you are most worthy of noble attention. But my next order of duty is to apologize to you."

 

A most strange beginning. "Our gift will to some seem to be something one would give to a child. As we are gathered to wish you felicitations on the coming of your majority, understandibly, it will seem out of place amid so many other fine gifts.

 

"However, I ask that you think of it as a reminder of what makes childhood so... precious. A time of innocence when beauty can simply be beauty-- no hidden meanings... no games that do not bring pleasure... as your life changes form and brightness, I beg you remember our gift."
Fahahd has disconnected.

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie shakes her head, "No Your Grace, I cannot imagine that your gift would be received with anything but the most kind expressions of gratitude. Obviously, Your Grace did put much thought into the gift and that alone has not only piqued my rampant curiosity, but paid me more honor than I probably deserve." Again, a pointed look is thrown to the throne.

 

On the silver balcony, Ekaterina offers the black gift box, humorously shaped like a pheonix in profile, whose tail tied in a knot forms both the loop in one piece and the hook in the other.

 

A little tug of the tail opens to reveal a strange-looking contraption: a brass colored tube, of hammered texture, and an eyepiece, rather like an archaic telescope. Attached to the large lens end a metaglass dish containing myriad glittering baubles rigged each and every one with a tiny suspensor device.

 

The shapes are many and varied, and few even contain luminous liquids that react strangely to light. The eyepiece sliders in and out, by its look. A little button by the eyepiece, and a knob at the middle appear to be controls.

 

Melisande smiles brightly, "How delightful."

 

Emylie stares at the device curiously, as though she has never seen one before. Lifting it out of the tray, she turns it about, studying it. "It's quite pretty," she says cautiously, lifting it to her eye. Squinting the other one closed, she peers into the eye piece, exclaiming, "Oh! It's lovely!" She plays with it with childish abandon. "Whatever is it called? It's positively marvelous."

 

On the silver balcony, Ekaterina says, gesturing to the open box, "I know your protectors will not like you to try this out yourself fully, until they have cleared it... but if I may, I beg indulgence to demonstrate, under our Mentat, Lord Malcolm Galen's supervision?" She glances to her side, to check on said Mentat.

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie hands the device back to Ekaterina. "Yes, please do show me how it works completely."

 

On the silver balcony, Ekaterina takes the device and makes a lobbing motion toward the ballroom at large below, which sends all the little baubles to float in the air about 5 feet out and some from the balcony, at various heights. The flat disk-shaped ornaments spin in place.

 

The Siridar-Regent presses the little button, and the pieces rearrange themselves in a random way in the air. "You can change the arrangement like so... And also call the pieces back to the dish if you hold the button down a moment longer." Her fingers find the knob, which with a twist prompts the rotation of the particles, winking in the light, "Orbit."

 

"And this," she indicates the sliding of the eyepiece, "Increases the amount of light that the oculus will output, and will will allow to reach your eye..." She then extends the gift to its new owner, who should see a dazzling array of color of light-- the new kaleidoscopy.

 

Having done what needed to be done, and seeying the tiredness of the lady Fenring promising not much of a chance to speak to her later, the Sister decides to leave the party, inclining her head in greeting to several guests, her thoughts on the Lady fenring once again. << The girl needs to eat more. And sleep. Perhaps I should send her recipies involving rabbits. Or perhaps not.>>

 

Clasping her hands together, Emylie erupts into peels of gleeful laughter. "Its wonderful. Simply wonderful!"

 

Fahahd watches the display on the dais with a faintly wondering expression, momentarily distracted from his duty.

 

Drusus strains his long, rather gangly neck around the other waiting folks in the line to see the display, biting his bottom lip like an anxious child...

 

Emylie drops a deep curtsy. "Your Grace, it is a lovely present. I shall enjoy it immensely. Quite immensely."

 

Martin chuckles at the display. He watches Elsa leave and bows to her with his neck. His eyes fall upon Lady Ulricke for a moment before looking back to the dias.

 

Elsa departs for the Reception Foyer.
Elsa has left.

 

On the silver balcony, Ekaterina bends to offer a similar curtsey, and glances to Galen to see if there is anything he would like to add, as she prepares for their descent. "We wish you a memorable day, my lady."

 

Ulricke remains quiet and placid as she waits in the gift reception line, smiling in her ever feline fashion. She shifts slightly, the cut of her rather scandalous gown sliding across her thigh.

 

Galen bows low, "Indeed your ladyship, congratualtions."

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie murmurs a soft, "Thank you, Your Grace, Advisor." She smiles wistfully, "Truly a lovely gift. Enjoy the rest of the party."

 

Melisande can't help but smile in amusement as she notes Martin is next in line, for the second time tonight, but her gaze rests also upon his companion as she announces, "Lord Rinaldi and...friend."

 

Ekaterina descends from the silver balcony.

 

Galen descends from the silver balcony.

 

Martin smiles and turns to Master Drusus. "That's us." He leads his way back up the steps.

 

Martin stands up from the bar.

 

Martin ascends to the silver balcony.

 

Drusus gulps nervously and sidles behind Lord Rinaldi, then shuffles up behind him, eyes directed at the floor...

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie giggles as Martin comes back up. "Shall I try on the dress for you, My Lord," she teases.

 

Galen chuckles, "Of course, your ladyship."

 

Ulricke watches as the funny little hunchback goes by, expression mildly fascinated again.
Ekaterina offers her arm to the advisor as they reach the bottom of the stair, and makes a little pointing motion toward where the drinks seem to be coming from.

 

Fahahd lets his gaze slide to Drusus as well, before hastily yanking it away.

 

Galen is pleased to escort the dom-Tsara to the refreshments.

 

Drusus stops and cocks his head, as if being watched again, then shakes his head and takes in a deep breath before proceeding... He sees Harkonnen blue in the corner of his eye...

 

Martin chuckles and grins. "Uhm, Not at this time, My Lady. I would like to introduce you to Master Drusus Moritani-Gallendro. He is House Moritani's Historian. He wishes to make a presentation." He steps aside on the dias for Drusus.

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie continues to titter slightly, making eye contact with the Moritani Lord. Then her eyes slip to his companion, a question forming across her face. To Martin, she coos, "Good, My Lord, as always I delight in your company." To the Historian, she bobs a quick curtsy, "Pray, My Lord, 'tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I trust you are enjoying the celebration?"

 

Ulricke remains where she is in the gift giver's line. Though now yes, she is watching the hunchback with a certain air of delight. They kill babies like him where she comes from. Or use them for sport and buffoonery. So naturally, seeing a hunchback in the middle of Kaitain's highest society is utterly fascinating.

 

Marco goes back over to the bar to find himself a drink once more. The bar tender returns back with the man's poison that he ordered. The Count takes a sip and turns to watch the rest of the gift giving.

 

Fahahd is also raptly watching Drusus, though discreetly out of the corner of his eye. His thoughts are much the same - those kind are exposed at birth. His gaze swiftly leaves Dru to wander among the rest of the crowd, wondering if the ornate court garb hides further deformities.

 

Drusus stops and stands there, staring for a moment, like a hooved beast in a groundcar's illumination, then hastily bows with the utmost respect, nearly tipping over but just barely (by a near-miracle) to steady himself with one hand and keep a grip on his bushel of filmbooks, "Ye-ye-yes Yo-your lad-ladyship... I pre-pre-present a his-his-history of the fa-family li-lines of the Chan-chan-chancellors du-du-during our per-period..." he shivers slightly and quickly presents the filmbooks, still looking down, bracing as if for a blow...

 

Drusus still wincing prematurely, mutters under his breath, "I'm so-sorry it is-isn't be-bet-better..."

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie struggles to understand the man, blinking intently, leaning forward. "Do you mean it is My Family Line? House Fenring?" she inquires with quiet politeness. "Or is it the list of Imperial Chancellors?" She takes one of the many filmbooks, indicating with a flick of her wrist that a servant should take the rest.

 

Saud is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Saud has arrived.

 

Melisande says, "It'll go nicely in Lady Emylie's new library...she's accumulated quite the collection today."

 

Fahahd dares to tip his chin up enough to murmur something softly to his mistress.

 

Marco looks up to the balcony watching the second Moritani envoy. Marco drinks as he leans against he bar counter.

 

Fahahd's face brightens a bit, as he whispers back.

 

Saud enters at a brisk clip, a weary page in tow.

 

A Lady in Waiting by the door offers the newest guest a sprig of freesia and greets him with, "Welcome!"

 

Ekaterina sits in the second section of chairs.

 

Galen sits in the second section of chairs.

 

Fahahd shakes his head quickly, his whisper pitched only for Ulricke's ears.

 

Ulricke exchange whispers with Fahahd, still eyeing Drusus.

 

Drusus answers quickly, eyes closed, "Bo-bo-both, Yo-your ladyshi-shi-ship, an analy-ly-lysis of the fa-fates and car-careers of Imperial Chance-ce-cellors families in the mod-mod-modern ages, inclu-clu-cluding a detailed look at the Fenrings in light of their current promence..." His voice seems to even out somewhat as he begins to speak of history...

 

From the second section of chairs, Ekaterina chit-chats with present company.

 

Saud gives the Lady a polite smile, and then gives the young page the sprig. A few quick steps and the Viscount is in the midst of the room.

 

Melisande reaches for a second glass of champagne and sips it as Drusus gives his explanation.
On the silver balcony, Emylie flicking the filmbook on, Emylie quickly peruses the listings. "Fascinating. Simply fascinating," she mutters with genuine interest. "And does it include the fate of the previous Lord Chancellor? A Lord Cromwell, I believe he was called?"

 

Mintor seems to be done with his first brandy as he orders another, watching on...

 

Drusus leans in and speaks softly, fighting to keep something that might be either smile of grimace from his lips..

 

Ulricke murmurs to Fahahd, "Perhaps..." her tone is a bit of a drawl - if the birthday girl plans to discuss history all night long, she can bloody well go without her present.

 

Saud slows his pace as he nears the honoree and settles into a slow orbit.

 

Martin turns from his position on the Dias to momentarily to look at those at the bottom. His eyes falls upon Lady Harkonnen. He caughts gently into a hand.

 

Fahahd hasily assumes that pokerface again. Ain't nobody here but us chickens, boss.

 

Tapping a finger against her cheek, Emylie nods thoughtfully. "Now that I have so much more free reading time, these will certainly be well used. Thank you, Sir, for the thoughtful gift. Please do enjoy the rest of the party."

 

You paged Ulricke with 'Must you have everyone's attention -all- the time?:)'.
From afar, Ulricke blinks innocently. Well....yes? ;>

 

Long distance to Ulricke: Mintor lol..

 

From afar, Ulricke> I'm kidding of course. Uli's an impatient bitch. ;>

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie hands the filmbook over to Melisande, "They seem to be quite complete, My Lady. Very thoroughly researched."

 

Martin turns back to Lady Emylie and smiles, bowing. "Again, Happy Birthday, My Lady."

 

Drusus nods once and backs off gratefully, "Tha-thank you Yo-your ladyshi-ship, I wi-will, Hap-happy bir-birthday, Your ladyshi-ship" and backs away down the stairs, managing NOT to run into the Harkonnens as he turns around and fades into the party...

 

Melisande inclines her head to Ulricke in greeting as she calls the next in line to the balcony, "Lady Harkonnen."

 

Martin descends from the silver balcony.

 

Ulricke flicks her fingers at Fahahd. "Kapitan, if you would be so kind as to fetch the present." she heads up the stairs.

 

Ulricke ascends to the silver balcony.

 

Squaring her shoulders, Emylie prepares to meet her next guests. Smiling sweetly, she dips into a curtsy before the Lady Harkonnen. "My Lady, how kind of you to come. I know Lord Layard will be quite disappointed to have missed your visit. Tell me, do you find our little party to your satisfaction?"

 

Fahahd ascends to the silver balcony.

 

On the silver balcony, Ulricke returns the curtsey with one of her own - and the skirt - or more precisely, panels she wears as a skirt - slide along her legs. "Oh, it's marvelous. Lovely food, pleasant company, fascinating entertainments." she grins. "And how is it for you, my dear? Has the excitement of standing at the end of a recieving line been the height of the onset of your eighteenth year?" her grin is wry - apparently Ulricke has other ideas as to how a girl should celebrate her eighteenth birthday.

 

Martin smiles and leads the Historian back to the bar with Marco. He reaches for a champaigne, but decides against it. He has already had several glasses tonight. He sighs and looks about the room, only momentarily watching the Harkonnen's gift.

 

Fahahd slips back to the entrance to the chamber, to produce the Harkonnen gift. Or gifts, rather. A pair of slaves are led in, wearing barely enough to preserve even a semblance of modesty. Each wears a silvery collar, attached to a leash that joins to leave one end for the guard to hold. They're a perfectly matched set, male and female, with long silky black hair and ebony skin that gleams like onyx. Apparently they've been oiled to show off the perfection of their musculature. Despite their position, they stalk along with the pride of panthers - little submissiveness is present.

 

Marco finsihes his drink and order a new one. The Count looks over at his fellow High Councilor and the Historian, "Well?"

 

Drusus takes a seat at the bar.

 

Martin takes a seat at the bar.

 

Rising from the curtsy, Emylie is finding it hard to keep her eye from the Lady's exposed midriff. Covertly, she sneaks ample glances at the shocking jewelry. "I am most honoured by the attendance of the cream of Kaitain aristocracy," she says by way of an answer. "Surely, I did not expect so many people to attend. And I am most grateful for the many kind and thoughtful presents. Again, totally unexpected." She directs her attention wholly to the Lady, ignoring her lackey in totality.

 

Drusus shrugs, or comes as close as he can, his eyes drawn to something on the silver balcony, "As We-we-well as cou-could be ex-exp-expected..." and scowls down at the bartop as he gestures for a bartender..

 

Marco nods to Martin for some odd reason, "Oh, I know. Get yourself something to drink, Master, it'll make you feel better."

 

Mintor chuckles to himself and shakes his head.. typical...

 

Ulricke smiles. "Well, as such, I think it's dreadfully unfair of you to not have the opportunity to truely enjoy the celebration that is your womanhood, but then, it's well known how onesided Imperial society can be on such matters...as such, House Harkonnen's gift to you is reflective of what girls of Harkonnen society receive on their debut. And I hope you enjoy your gift to its fullest extent." She half turns, beckoning to the slaves, who upon release, stalk up to the platform and kneel between Emylie and Ulricke. "The male is Nuali, the female Nuala. They're twins...and Harkonnen pleasure slaves. You will find them to be excellent masseurs, storytellers, acrobats, and singers as well. They're our gift to you." she wags a finger. "Now, you mustn't do something foolish like free them or resell them. They're gifts and we'd be horribly offended...besides, they wouldn't know what to do with themselves." she smiles indulgently.

 

Drusus nods quickly, then orders a Citematteo Red, as he sneaks another glance up at the silver balcony..

 

Saud tugs at his page's sleeve as the boy's attentions are a tad too obviously interested in the Harkonnens.

 

Melisande grips her champagne glass a little tighter as the 'gift' is brought into the room. She manages to keep her polite smile in place and flicks a glance at Emylie, giving the lady an encouraging nod as she now must thank Lady Harkonnen for the present.

 

Martin turns completely on his bar stool. He raises an eyebrow, watching Lady Emylie's reaction.

 

Fahahd also follows, to take up his accustomed place by Ulricke. He's still properly expressionless. The slaves, on the other hand, glance up slyly from beneath submissively lowered lids, but don't otherwise move a muscle.

 

Looking down at the scantily clad pair, Emylie cannot resist a querrulous look at the Imperial pair. Biting her lip, she says, "My Lady, I am, well, to be blunt, shocked. That is to say, shocked by your generosity. But--"

 

Drusus smirks ever so slightly for the first time in the evening and nods but once..

 

Returns her gaze to the Lady Harkonnen, with a healthy stare at the belly jewel, of course, "Well, are they not cold?"

 

Marco rolls his Arrakian eyes and turns to his fellow compatriots.

 

Ulricke smiles placidly at Emylie. "But?" she prompts. Her smile is wide, artful. "Both Nuala and Nuali have great stamina. You will find their endurance to be most...astonishing. And by extension, their tolerance for extremes of environment. Nuala, Nuali, greet your new mistress."

 

Saud nods once to his page, and makes his way to the base of the stairs.

 

From the second section of chairs, Galen stands and bows to his Siridar before turning and makeing his way to the exit.

 

Galen leaves from his the second section of chairs.
Galen departs for the Reception Foyer.
Galen has left.

 

The possibilities begin to dawn on little Lady Emylie. Coyly, she asks, "Will they do anything I ask? Truly anything? No matter what?"

 

Martin watches the scene, crossing his arms. He covers his hand with a hand.

 

Melisande interjects quickly, "We all know how valuable a gift are Harkonnen pleasure slaves. They will be treated with the...the respect such a treasure deserves. Thank you so much, Lady Harkonnen."

 

Ekaterina leaves from her the second section of chairs.

 

With the perfect choreography of trained dancers, the pair rises to make a silent salaam to the young lady, dark eyes still fixed on their new owner. They make no sound, save for the chiming of the leash-chain against their collars.

 

Ulricke doesn't answer Emylie, her smile simply turns wicked and she gives the girl a conspiritorial nod of her head. To Melisande, she replies, "Our pleasure, My Lady." she then performs another curtsey, and solemnly gestures for Fahahd to give Emylie their leashes.
With a bow, the guard offers the leather grip-end of the leash. Despite its fine appearance, it's clearly very sturdy.

 

Viktor is admitted through the French Doors by a pair of footmen.
Viktor has arrived.

 

Accepting the leashes, Emylie turns a triumphant glance towards the Imperial balcony. She twists it in her hands, enjoying this newfound sense, hitherto utterly unknown. "My dear Lady, I am most appreciative of your kind and thoughtful gift. Rest assured, they will both be put to ample usage."

 

Ulricke purrs, "Do come visit me at the Embassy sometime, Lady Emylie. We'll have such....fun." And with that, she turns and strides down the steps.

 

Ulricke descends from the silver balcony.

 

Fahahd descends from the silver balcony.

 

Melisande steps to the front of the balcony and announces, "Viscount Corrino will be the last to present Lady Emylie with a gift this evening. As soon as he is finished, we will begin the poetry contest. Gentlemen, please have your poems in honor of our birthday girl ready to recite. Lady Emylie will be the judge. Thank you." She beckons Saud forward and returns to her spot just behind and to the side of Emylie.

 

Saud ascends to the silver balcony.

 

Ulricke briefly murmurs to Mintor as she passes him by.

 

Ekaterina stands by the sets of tables, in the process of procuring one of the elegant flutes of blush wine from a passing tray, near the table section of the ballroom, as the gift-giving continues, most shockingly.

 

Ulricke whispers: And you giving her a bible wasn't?

 

Marco laughs at some comment made by Drusus and nearly spits out his mouthfull of spice beer. The odd burst of emotion from the Count is sudden but vanishes soon afterward left only with a cool smirk and his normal, half-lidded distant gaze.

 

Viktor enters, taking a brief pause as he looks in awe at the sheer size and interior of the ballroom. Giving a bow to no one in particular in the room, he immediately heads over towards the Rastanyev Regent.

 

The two pleasure slaves are lead off by a Noukker guard. Emylie turns her attention to the advancing Viscount. "My Lord," she begins in greeting, dipping into a short curtsy. "I must thank you again for the excellent library instruction. It has recently come in quite handy. And, as you have no doubt seen tonight, my scholarship will be even more improved in the near future."

 

Saud gives both Corrino ladies at the top of the balcony a flourishing bow. "Lady Fenring, as the Harkonnens have so thoughtfully introduced the concept of used gifts," He straightens and withdraws from his vest a simple wooden box, cunningly polished, "I thought it appropriate to do likewise."

 

Ulricke rolls her eyes. Oh, look. Someone's trying to score socially by insulting the Harkonnen. Oh, heavens, no one's ever thought of that in all the existence of the Imperium!

 

Ekaterina catches sight of her Warmaster within twenty feet or so, and dipping a light curtsy, offers out her hand. "Ah, General. Better late than never... come, take my arm. Let us get you a drink..."

 

Saud says, "This box contains the key and deed to a villa on Ecaz. Though it is small, it is beautiful and I have no doubt that you will put it to good use." A thin smile dawns, "Congratulations, My lady."

 

Taking the little box into her hands, Emylie smile sweetly at the Viscount, dimples and all. "How thoughtfully, My Lord."

 

You whisper, "Wasn't what?" to Ulricke.

 

Viktor returns the curtsy with a low bow. "dom-Tsara, I would be delighted for a drink." A small smile curls up the corner of his lip as he takes her arm allowing her to lead him.

 

Ulricke whispers: Typical. As you so delightfully referred to my little gift.

 

Ulricke grins to Mintor and instead heads over to Ekaterina. "Dom-Tsara. How lovely to see you."

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie slips off the top and withdraws the papers. "My very own villa! I have never had anything like this before. It really is quite marvelous."

 

Mintor chuckles

 

Ekaterina has only just tucked her arm into that of the Warmaster when the lady Harkonnen arrives with her salutation. "My Lady Harkonnen. Lovely as ever... General Khebrikov, this is the daughter of his Lordship, the Baron Harkonnen, Lady Ulricke."

 

Saud inclines his head, "You are both too kind."

 

Mintor stands and follows Uli.. he bows to Ekaterina.."You seem to be in better spirits now, Dom-Tsara?"

 

Ulricke offers her hand to the General. "The Warmaster? Indeed I am priveledged."

 

Shaking her head, Emylie murmurs, "No My Lord, tis you who are too kind. I cannot wait to go and visit. And I shall, as soon as Their Imperial Majesties will permit it."

 

Saud nods. "I am sure you will love Ecaz. It is an Imperial treasure."

 

Ekaterina makes her courtesy to Mintor, "Better, my lord, following the most frustrating state of traffic on Kaitain this evening. Thank you for asking," she responds, taking an easy step back. "I trust my lord and my lady are both in good humor?"

 

Viktor gives a nod to Ulricke as it would be quite hard to bow the the Regent on his arm. He takes the offered hand and offers a gentle kiss. With his thick bass slavic accent, "The priveledge is mine, Lady Harkonnen."

 

Martin laughs out from seat at the bar. He shakes his head, his hand still hides his bottom part of his face.

 

Marco chuckles at his hunchback historian with good humor.

 

Saud says, "My Ladies, if I may?"

 

Nodding, Emylie says, "Oh quite. This will be fun." She grins gaily, despite the dark rings around her tired eyes.

 

Melisande says to Saud, "Please, My Lord." and reaches for a glass of champagne.

 

Marco shrugs.

 

Saud smiles and turns to face the gathered crowd below the balcony, his page cleverly places a glass in his hand. In strident voice, "Lords and Ladies, your attentions for one moment!"

 

Mintor answers for himself.."Well, I seem to be well, and I let the Lady harkonnen do her own speaking.."

 

You paged Ulricke with 'ouch.. wrong wording..'.

 

Martin turns in his seat to look towards Saud.

 

Ulricke smirks sidelong to Mintor, "And ever so gracious of you to do that too, darling."

 

Mintor blushes and smirks.. he knew he said that wrong..

 

Drusus smirks as well, "'let'?" and raises an eyebrow that is the punchline in and of itself...

 

Saud waits patiently for the talk to die down a tad.
Saud just looked at you.

 

Darling. Well, well. Will wonders never cease? Ekaterina merely smiles at this and with glass in hand turns toward the balcony, eyes upraised.

 

Saud speaks in a voice trained for oration. "On this day, a lovely young flower finally bursts into full bloom. We honor the Lady Fenring as she achieves her majority. A toast then ... To the Lady Fenring, today is just the beginning of a life spent in full flower." He raises his glass.
Drusus raises an eyebrow, he nods to Marco, "We-we-well I pr-pre-pretty mu-much out, but wh-what about y-yo-you, Lo-lordshi-ship?"

 

Melisande raises her glass to Emylie.

 

Ekaterina raises her glass, and murmurs, "Za vas," in the coarser sounding Russkiy.

 

Martin stands from his stool and raises a fluted glass from the bar. He gives a large grin to Lady Emylie.

 

Marco raises his glass and shrugs to Drusus.

 

Drusus slowly, and carefully raises his glass and bows his head towards Emylie...

 

Ulricke offers up, "Skol." after swiping yet another glass of alcohol from a passing servant.

 

Blushing rosily, Emylie rests both hands on the balcony railing.

 

Emylie mutters to Melisande, "Am I... to..."

 

Viktor looks about nervously as he seems to have no glass in his hand. Beads of sweat begin forming around his forehead. Luckily a servent walks by and he snags a glass and raises it.

 

Saud steps back from the railing smiling.

 

Martin drinks down the glass and walks foward to stand at the base of the balcony. A large smile on his face. He looks about at all of those gathered, turning from side to side. He licks his lips and looks up at Emylie with the large smile. He looks at her for a moment, before closing his eyes, summoning up the words.

 

Mintor raises up a glass in salute..

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie offers a curtsy to the Corrino Viscount, "How kind, My Lord," she murmurs, giving the man her most charming smile.

 

Mintor chuckles and looks mischievously at Ulricke..

 

You whisper, "We might both end up getting flogged by the time we're done...and no, that's not such a bad thing.."" to Ulricke.

 

Martin looks up to Emylie and begins. "And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

 

Saud inclines his head and retreats to the back of the balcony.

 

Ekaterina smiles lightly, and *tinks* the rim of her glass against the Generals, joking silently as she drains the glass.

 

Martin says, "And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!""

 

Ulricke laughs, placing her hand on Mintor's wrist, sliding it up his arm. She gives him a conspiritorial wink.

 

Resting both hands on the balcony railing, Emylie leans forward focusing on the poetry-spouting Moritani.

 

Viktor returns the smile and gives a soft chuckle. He too then drains the glass.

 

Mintor chuckles as he grabs a glass of champagne.. "Shall we get seated to enjoy the... festivities?"

 

Martin sighs after finally getting the poem out. He grins and bows to her. He turns and walks back to the crowd.

 

Melisande applauds Martin's poem, smiling brightly.

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie's hand flutters to her heart. With the other hand, she kisses her lips, waving the kiss at Lord Rinaldi.

 

Martin grins and chuckling out and he watches Lady Emylie. He accepts the blown kiss.

 

Ekaterina applauds the recitation, and lifts a hand as though to flag down the Lord Rinaldi, post the projectile kisses from above. To her General, as an aside, she says, "Yes, let us do that... and invite company. Help me choose a table?" To Ulricke and Mintor, she inclines her head. "I hope you will both come take a round with us, when it is at your convenience."

 

Saud chuckles as he applauds.

 

Ulricke says grandly, "Certainly." to Mintor, and then to Ekaterina, "Rest assured, Dom-Tsara, neither Mintor nor myself would deny ourselves the pleasure of drinking with House Rastanyev."

 

Marco glances over at Drusus, "Was that a challenge?"

 

"I never doubted it for a moment, you are only too kind," responds the dom-Tsara stepping toward the seating area, with a glance at her Warmaster that says, 'this way.'

 

Viktor gives the room a quick look over. He scratches his chin lightly. Obviously a little slow in keeping up. He moves fast in following her.

 

Drusus inclines his head with an well-practiced modesty, "I wo-wou-would never so pre-presume, Lo-lord Marco, af-af-after all a His-historian only re-records ev-events as they ha-ha-happen..?" and smirks almost undetectably...

 

Martin looks about the room, seeing if there was any other takers for the contest. He laughs and walks over to Lord Marco. "My Lord? I believe you are next."

 

Fahahd is hovering silently by Ulricke, though he seems to be paying close attention to the poetry.

 

Ekaterina sits in the fourth section of chairs.

 

Viktor takes the seat to Ekaterina's left.

 

Marco looks between his two house members with wide glowing eyes, "Fine, I'll go." The Count steps foward after resting his beer bottle on the bar. He lets out a deep breath and look up the Lady Fenring and glances at Countess Melisande. "Well...lets see...What beauty out shines the desert nights of Arrakis, the seas of Grumman, and the majestic cities of Kaitain? Myself...not a sage of old, never knew such an answer to questions of the like. Yet, I know... now what the answer is, for my lady, your very smile is what drowns the suns glory and your radiance is its own supernova in this crazy mixed up cosmos."

 

Viktor sits in the fourth section of chairs.

 

You sit in the fourth section of chairs.

 

Martin turns and notices Her Grace and nods. He slides quietly back to her table through the crowd, not wishing to disturb Lord Marco's recitation. He bows to her with his grin.

 

Emylie feins swooning from the poetry, her hand fluttering dramatically to her forehead.

 

Melisande glances at Emylie and grins, then applauds Marco's poetry as she speaks quietly to the lady.

 

Drusus grins almost rediculously wide and claps indecently loud for his distant kinsman...

 

Martin turns and claps to Marco's poem. He chuckles lightly. What is a little embarrassment to celebrate a dear friend.

 

"Tis quite a difficult decision. Both poets are possessed of the most excellent taste and fine discerning eyes." She pauses considering, her finger tapping gently against her chin. "How ever am I too choose, Lady Melisande?"

 

From the fourth section of chairs, Ekaterina leans forward in her seat welcoming the Lord Rinaldi, saying, "My lord, do sit with us, if you've the inclination. Bring whomever you like... A party is really no good at all without diverse company."

 

On the silver balcony, Emylie turns to confer with Melisande

 

Melisande shakes her head, "I hope all your difficult decisions are as pleasant as this one, My Lady."

 

Martin turns back and nods to Lady Ekaterina. "Of course, My Grace. I will get them now." He says with a smile. He heads back to the bar and speaks with his housemembers.

 

Marco shrugs his shoulders with a smirk as he turns to head back to the bar. Giving a sarcastic grin to his house members. With Martin you get Lord Byron, with Marco you get Hemmingway. The Count retakes his seat and his drink. Under his breath can be heard, "Wait till we get back to the embassy."

 

Martin looks to both of them innocently. "Her Grace has invited us to her table. Would you care to join?"

 

Mintor looks around, as Ulricke seems to have wandered off somewhere.. he shrugs and finishes his glass of champagne..

 

Marco says, "Sure."

 

From the fourth section of chairs, Ekaterina says to Viktor, "General Khebrikov, I am sorry, I forgot... are you familiar with Lord Mintor Atreides at all.. he is so kind to join us, and I have forgotten to properly introduce you..."

 

Martin looks to Drusus. "That includes you, Master Drusus."

 

Drusus looks up with a start and his eyes widen as he points a crooked finger at his own chest, "M-m-me? I su-su-suppose , Lo-lord Ri-ri-rinaldi..."

 

Martin smiles and nods to Drusus. "Of course, you. Now come on you two, to Her Grace's table."

 

From the fourth section of chairs, Viktor shakes his head turning towards Mintor. "I am positive we have not been introduced quite yet." He extends his hand out, "General Khebrikov, Warmaster for House Rastanyev." He looks nervous, his hand slightly shaking as he holds it out. Perhaps he should get himself another drink.

 

A bright grin on her face, Emylie turns to face to assembled guests. In a clear voice, pitched to carry, Emylie says, "The Lord Marco's poem is inspiring in is universal appeal and for the truth it captured."

 

Marco says, "But..."

 

Continuing gaily, she says, "But I must say, the Lord Rinaldi's was superior because it caught the tempestuous passions of my heart." She curtsies. "Both Lords have my esteem for their efforts. Well done."

 

The string ensemble strikes up the opening chords of a waltz as Lady Emylie makes her choice for her first dance as a marriageable young woman.

 

Marco grins and looks to Martin, "Told you so."

 

Fahahd fades back to the outskirts of the room as Ulricke withdraws for a bit, eyes wide as he watches the nobles flock to the dancefloor.

 

Drusus takes a deep breath, and a deep drink and slowly maneuvers his unbalanced torso off the stool, look and grins slightly to see the competetion to a House man...

 

From the fourth section of chairs, Mintor turns towards the Warmaster and shakes the offered hand.. "A pleasure to meet a fellow man here not interested in creating incoherent drivel just to get the fancy of some child.."

 

Martin smiles and shrugs. "Your's was excellent, My Lord." He sighs, his grin still apparent as he turns to Lady Emylie. He walks to the edge of the crowd.

 

Emylie descends the silver balcony with a straight-backed regal stride, grinning impishly at the Lady Melisande as she steps down.

 

Melisande follows Emylie down the steps, a pace or so behind her.

 

Emylie descends from the silver balcony.

 

"Yea right, Lord Rinaldi." Marco pats Drusus on the shoulder, "Enjoy drinking, I know a noble lady in need of a danceing partner." The Count steps over to Melisande with a devious grin, "Good evening, Countess."

 

From the fourth section of chairs, Ekaterina props her chin on her wrist, playing with the stem of her empty glass, watching as Emylie descends from the balcony. "And for a little more age, you might? Spout drivel I mean... what about good, passionate poetry?"

 

Marco stands up from the bar.

 

Drusus settles back into his perch, shaking his head indulgently...

 

From the fourth section of chairs, Mintor chuckles.."As I told the Lady Melisande earlier, I am not a man of poetry.. My steel is tougher than my tongue.."

 

Martin sighs and steps forward from the crowd to meet her Ladyship. He gives a traditional bow to her for those about to dance. He smiles to her. "Your decision humbles me