Another Log! Christmas with the Corrinos!

["Kathie Care" <kathie@availablelight.net>]

...And the Harkonnen join in again... =)

I've left much of the OOC commentary in this one. It was all just too funny
to omit.

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12/30/01
Logfile from Dune - Ophelia
Where the Great Houses vie for power in the Padishah Imperium....


Ornithopter Pad -- Moritani Embassy (Kaitain)(#594Rnt)

        This is the public ornithopter pad for the use of those coming and
going from the Moritanian Embassy. The pad, indicative of Moritani wealth,
is of solid gold and statues of the Emperor and the Siridar-Count surround
it. Arrows point to the north, towards the embassy proper.

Players:

 Erich                                              Shane

Exits:

 Paved Path <PP> leads to Reception Courtyard -- Moritani Embassy (Kaitain)


Erich draws a long breath through his nose and half-smiles as he sees the
Countess emerge. His Noukker guards take a sharp step back, to flank him.

The sound of heels rapidly clicking along a paved path grows steadily
louder -- and indeed, within moments, the Siridar-Countess herself rounds
the bend at a pace sure to leave her breathless, even without the
restriction of her well-known secrets of corsetry. Caught unawares, perhaps,
by the announcement across her communicator, she's certainly hurrying to
heed the call to the thopter pad.

Shane continues to stand to the one side. While he knows Ophelia emerges,
she will of course move and he will fall into step at the appropriate time.
For the moment, he simply stands with the kneeling fellow guardsmen.

Erich lifts his chin slightly, his rakish smile firmly in place, "Ahh,
Countess. You look... simply marvelous. A true sight for sore eyes." It
would seem His Majesty is in good spirits...

...and though she has reached the thopter pad, her shadow has not. Loping
along a few moments later, a rather floppily wrinkly pup of immense
proportions reaches her Mistress' side, panting happily for the outing (and
the chance to relieve herself out-of-doors, no doubt).

Ophelia's hand lightly touches the top of the dog's head as she dips into as
low a curtsy as she might, and the pup seemingly instinctively flops
ungracefully downward as well. Of course, this motion is also accompanied by
a punctuating *flarf!*, and, a couple drips of pup-slobber on the ground. As
the Contessa rises, ignoring the dog, a grin flashes across her face, cheeks
pinked from the exertion of her trip out to the pad. "His Majesty... is too
kind," she replies, trying her damnedest to hide that she's out of breath.

Erich grins at the sight of mistress and dog, and clears his throat, looking
about as though to give Ophelia a moment to catch her breath, "A splendid
place this is..." he says softly, "'Tis a shame I've not had more
opportunities to visit..."

Shane rises now, to more of his full height as he looks over to Ophelia and
the puppy though he doesn't move to interject even a greeting to the
Emperor, given that the conversation between the most powerful man in the
universe and the Siridar can likely continue without any need on his part to
say 'hello.' Instead the Swordmaster simply does what any guard does, and
that's look over at the Noukker guard that now inhabits his area of duty.

"Ah... a shame, yes Majesty. Indeed. Though perhaps we might offer even more
wonders for the sights, inside..." Ophelia gestures to her side, towards the
path she's just come from. "I've had a little bit of home brought here for
our holidays... a small bit of Grumman."

The pup needs no further invitation -- she steals the chance she's waited
for, and raises up on her haunches, her pink tongue heading towards the
tempting lick of Ophelia's hand.

The Padishah lifts his eyebrows and nods crisply, still smiling -- such a
continuous display of gentle satisfaction seldom being seen on his lips.
"Delightful," he remarks, "I can think of no other thing I should rather
do..."

Not even visit his fabled harem...? My, things in the Palace surely must be
on the change as rumor might have whispered. Ophelia scarcely contains the
lift of her eyebrows, though a small twitch does escape as she dips another
curtsy. "If you would be so kind to come with me, Majesty... we'll do just
that."

She moves to the path, but waits, not entirely sure if she should lead..
or.. follow. But the pup bounds off, not a care in the world for the
faufreluches.

Erich steps up beside Ophelia and is content to walk beside her, admiring
the Moritani craftsmanship as they make their way inside.

You walk along the Paved Path.
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Grumman Hall -- Moritani Embassy (Kaitain)(#1554RatA)

        Constructed with a single purpose in mind, to illustrate the wealth
and influence of House Moritani, this magnificent hall accomplishes its
goal. Colonnaded hallways make up the eastern and western boundaries of the
vast three story hall. Immense marble columns support the arches that rise
nearly one hundred fifty feet above. Resting upon the four arches is a huge
golden dome with small windows ringing its base. Shining down from the top
of the rotunda in gold filigree is the symbol of the Lion Throne, serving of
a constant reminder to all of House Moritani's service and loyalty to the
Padishah Emperor.

        Directly opposite this magnificent golden lion, inlaid in the floor
by mosaic, is the Moritani coat of arms. Easily two hundred feet from top to
bottom, the mosaic is set within a circular field of black marble, which in
turn is surrounded by white alabaster that blazes brightly when caught by
the light from the windows of the dome.

        Today, however, there is a new addition to the usual appearance of
Grumman Hall. The Moritani are in the midst of celebrating their Giorni di
Natale, or, as some call it, Christmas. The Hall is decked out in grand
Moritani style for the 15-day long fete.

Players:

 Eleni                                              Martin

Exits:

 Grand Staircase <U> leads to Great Landing -- Moritani Embassy (Kaitain)
 Oaken Doors <W> leads to Chapel -- Moritani Embassy (Kaitain)
 Alabaster Arch <E> leads to Banquet Hall -- Moritani Embassy (Kaitain)
 Ornate Arch <S> leads to Consistory -- Moritani Embassy (Kaitain)
 Colossal Arch <N> leads to Reception Hall -- Moritani Embassy (Kaitain)

Erich walks in from Reception Hall through the Colossal Arch.
Erich has arrived.

Shane walks in from Reception Hall through the Colossal Arch.
Shane has arrived.

Martin is standing beside the refreshment table with a cup of coffee. He
speaking quietly to Eleni. He chuckles a few times and nods. His back is too
the doorway.

Erich notes the decorations and nods with particular approval at the golden
lion. Again a smile lifts his face, "Ah. Truly magnificent, Countess. Truly,
I say. What a splendid hall."

The Giedan mastiff pup bounds in the hall, preceding the small parade from
the thopter pad by only a few moments. Unfortunately, she's not yet
acclimated herself to marble floors, and, well... she goes skidding. Her
spastic slide takes her right into the legs of the Lord Rinaldi.

A servant with a perticularly deep voice steps up at the doorway, having
been awaiting his moment for just this one thing, and bellows into the vast
hall, "His Imperial Majesty, Erich Ladislas Corrino, Padishah Emperor of the
Known Universe... a Buon Natale!"

Erich surveys the scene, a slight smile on his face as he nods to those
assembled. He draws a deep breath, almost as though inhaling the attention.

Martin feels the large thump in the back of the leg as the pup slams into
it. The wieght and momentum of the animal knocks the leg unbalanced.
Fortunately, he grabs the table, before he falls. The coffee, on the other
hand goes flying. He quickly tries to clean it up when the arrival of the
Emperor is called out. He kneels down lowly, embarrassed.

Shane himself is following the contingient, looking first at the pup, then
regarding the pair as they move. A smile on his features, hands clasped
behind his back as the footfalls continue to lead the way through the area.
Just making sure no one needs to be killed by any Imperial guards should
they make a horrible breach of etiquette. No, he'll take care of that.

The singing of those servants in the hall ceases with the booming
announcement, a quiet awe-struck murmuring going through the Hall as they
collectively drop to their knees. At least, not since this Siridara has
ascended to rule this House has anyone seen the Emperor grace the embassy
with his presence.

The Padishah pauses a short while, allowing all those assembled to
acknowledge him before he speaks. When he does, his voice booms, resonating
deeply in the large hall, "It is with great pleasure that I attend this
fete... this most delightful celebration in the House of my cousine, Her
Excellency the Siridara-Contessa of Grumman, and home of such skilled and
stalwart subjects of the Throne. I thank you all for such a warm welcome,
and bid you rise to enjoin the celebrations!"

There rises a cheer among the throats of the people of Grumman, transplanted
to Kaitain at the Contessa's need and desire, and indeed the festivities are
re-commenced. These are the Moritani, after all, and they need no second
invitation for such things.

It is only a few more moments before a pretty maid approaches, platinum tray
confidently in hand. She even manages to evade the tripping tail of the pup,
delivering to the Countess and the Emperor two crystal goblets surely to
contain the best year of Grumman red from the Moritani cellars.

Erich takes the crystal goblet up in his hand, holding it aloft in salute to
the Contessa and her House. (His move is so deft that only the observant
notice that the pause allows a tiny poison snooper tucked in his sleeve to
verify the safety of the goblet's contents...)

Shane grins pleasantly. He looks out over at the revellers, a smile on his
features as the young Swordmaster regards the toast then. He chuckles,
pleasantly, relaxing for the time being as he looks after the present
company. It's a night for fun and joy indeed with so honoured a guest, and
while he's not letting his guard down, he does his best to not look so darn
'wrong guy to tell a joke to' which considering the Emperor is here, is
probably possible.

Martin raises from his bow, wiping coffee off his shirt. "We are deeply
honoured by His Majesty's presences." He walks over to the singers with a
large grin, half professional smile, half embarrassed grin. He pulls the
puppy along.

Ophelia lifts her glass in kind, dipping her head in gracious
acknowledgement of the salute. "We are... overjoyed, and deeply honored, to
be able to share our humble, quaint traditions with His Majesty..."
Something catches her attention out of the corner of her eye, and
distraction ends her thought there. No, there will be no waxing poetic on
the joys of the Giorni di Natale, nor, the specific little meanings behind
each of the decorations. One of the diplomatic aides, lurking to the side,
lifts a finger to try and catch Ophelia's attention, the digit pointint
upwards. More than a few pairs of eyes have also lifted to the archway above
the head of the Countess... there where she stands next to Erich.

Suspended above, in the archway from the reception hall, is a rather large
sprig of mistletoe.

Announcement: Lilith shouts, "Don't forget!! The Moritani fete is still
on-going, and, guests to the Moritani embassy I am assured are still
welcome. The party will keep going until the last Moritani drops. This has
been a Public Service Announcement, sponsored by GuildNews -- when you
absolutely gotta know it overnight. We now return you to your regularly
scheduled programming."

Erich catches sight of the aide's gesture and his own eyes rise to the top
of the arch and the oddly hanging bit of plant. His brow furrows
momentarily, but then a crooked smile bends his face as he turns to look at
the Contessa. "A curious decoration, that," he remarks smile firmly in place
as he gestures at the mistletoe, "surely there is some story behind it?"

Over your communicator's secure frequency, a man's voice says, "Message from
vehicle 2673, bound for Moritani Embassy, requesting clearance, "His
Excellency the Count of Hasgraad and Imperial Treasurer, Charles Winston
Scaurus, requesting clearance to the Moritani fete.""

Martin makes his way over to the singers when the puppy darts off, heading
back to it master. It jerks his arm hard, swing him. His boots, still wet
from the coffee, slide. He goes sailing towards the ground. He looks up
definitely embarrassed. He stands up, slowly. "If you will excuse me." He
removes himself from the room.

There can be no name for the color of crimson which lights up the Contessa's
face. She starts to sidle away, but the laughter and head-shaking of those
nearby ceases her thought of escape. No, they'll ensure she observes this
one.

Clearing her throat, Ophelia explains as concisely as possible, "It is
called 'mistletoe', Majesty. And the tradition behind it is that... when a
man and woman are beneath it, they might share a kiss." She gestures,
indicating the other archways around the chamber, similarly adorned with
mistletoe -- and a few of them even occupied already.

Erich's smile broadens with not even the tiniest note of embarrassment as he
nods, "Ah yes, yes... now I remember," he says, "I thought there was some
meaning to this that I had once learned." He turns and faces the Contessa,
his crooked smile still upon his lips, "I suppose it would be bad luck to
ignore such an ancient tradition... no?"

Martin walks to the south and passes through the Ornate Arch.
Martin has left.

You clear the vehicle over your communicator.

Oh... suuuuure. NOW he remembers it. Harumph.

Ophelia chuckles throatily, no doubt quite squirming in her proverbial seat.
Though, who wouldn't want to kiss this Emperor? He's certainly not old,
shriveled, and breathing only by the grace of the amazing properties of
spice. "Who am I to bring bad luck to my own house.. I cannot refuse," she
replies, her own grin less and less stifled. Cannot refuse. Yeah. Riiight.

Scaurus walks in from Reception Hall through the Colossal Arch.
Scaurus has arrived.

Fahahd walks in from Reception Hall through the Colossal Arch.
Fahahd has arrived.

Felix walks in from Reception Hall through the Colossal Arch.
Felix has arrived.

Shane see's things are well and goes about taking account of the rest of the
grounds, looking to a pair of guards whom he gestures to instead make sure
to keep an eye upon his post, as he goes upon a rounds, not wanting to leave
things to change with the Emperor in the Embassy.

Shane walks to the north and passes through the Colossal Arch.
Shane has left.

It's a rather unusual scene in the Moritani's Grumman Hall this hour. Though
the revelry of the season continues, there seems to be a more special guest
than usual -- the Emperor himself has graced the celebrations with a visit,
and there he stands just in the doorway. And... well.. surprise surprise...
the Countess Moritani is next to him.

And what's that hanging above their heads? There seems to be some quiet
discussion going on about it. It's.. mistletoe.

Martin walks in from Consistory through the Ornate Arch.
Martin has arrived.

Scaurus pauses, before entering Grumman Hall entirely. He tilts his head to
the side, noticing the mistletoe, as well as the Emperor and the Countess.
He leans to one side, staring at the insides of Grumman Hall, but deciding
that perhaps it isn't the appropriate time to enter. Not just yet.

Erich's smile is broad as he nods in response to Ophelia's remarks, "Nor can
I, Excellency... nor can I." He takes a short step towards Ophelia and
lightly places a hand at the small of her back. "To tradition, then?" he
asks, as he leans forward, tilting his head and placing a kiss upon the
Contessa's lips. It is not a terribly long or passionate one... but it's
also far from a quick peck.

Felix marches inwards, gaze slipping over the now all-too-familiar
decorations in the Hall. As usual (and for the third time, now), his
outstretched arms are piled high with gifts or some such for the Countess's
House on this festival. He catches the Emperor's kiss out of the corner of
his eye, then turns abruptly to give it a longer look, thankfully
remembering not to stare.

Martin walks back into the room, his hands smooth out his clothes. He pulls
the sleeve arms. His cheeks are still mild pink from the incident. He walks
into see His Countess kissing the Emperor. He blinks, not knowing how to
react.

The Imperial Treasurer, not surprisingly, widens his eyes at the scene of
the Emperor. He, as Felix, remembers also not to stare, and then coughs,
looking to the side at a particularly interesting decoration on the wall, in
patient waiting for the Countess and His Majesty to finish their intimiate
tete-a-tete.

Fahahd is about as expressive as a plaster saint, as per usual, as he paces
gravely along behind Felix...though he, too, glances shyly over at the
Countess. Only to do a nearly cinematic double-take when he realizes just
who it is she's entangle with.

(OOC) Ophelia is posing, really.. my mother would pick this very moment to
call, eh?

(OOC) Erich laughs! "Hey, does that mean the kiss can last longer?" ;)

(OOC) Ophelia says, "Sure, why not"

(OOC) Scaurus hangs his head at his flirty Master.

(OOC) Erich says, "Just tell me you wouldn't do the same, Scaurus, and I'll
certify you positively mad."

(OOC) Fahahd gets in line for a kiss, too.

(OOC) Scaurus pushes Fahahd, "I was first, kiddo! :P"

(OOC) Felix arches an eyebrow at Fahahd. "What, the Emperor's a blonde?"

(OOC) Fahahd nods. You got it.

(OOC) Ophelia says, "No need to fight gentlemen, there's plenty of us to go
around..."

(OOC) Erich says, "I'm not blonde!"

(OOC) Fahahd looks. Oh, dear, you're right.

(OOC) Fahahd stands in line anyhow.

(OOC) Felix says, "So -there-."

(OOC) Martin chuckles. "Only the Harkies would stand in line to kiss the
Emperor. :) The rest will go for the Empress. Have fun. :)"

(OOC) Felix says, "Hey, you know what they say about Rastanyev women..."

(OOC) Fahahd says, "Coooold fish."

(OOC) Felix says, "Actually, they say that they're tall. And often have
black hair, and a tendency to roll their 'r's."

(OOC) Fahahd gest this image of Natasha from Rocky and Bullwinkle.

(OOC) Felix says, "Exactly. Now, would you stand in line to kiss *that*?"

(OOC) Scaurus says, "How odd. My phone just rang."

(OOC) Ophelia says, "My mother is making the round."

(OOC) Scaurus wonders if Ophelia's mother somehow got his number? o_O

(OOC) Martin Woohoos!

(OOC) Erich laughs.

(OOC) Fahahd just might.

(OOC) Erich says, "And Fahahd, you can just get out of line right now. ;)"

(OOC) Felix sticks out his tongue. Neener.

(OOC) Scaurus says, "You have to keep the public happy, Erich...give the boy
a kiss. :P"

Despite any appropriate hesitation she might display on her part, the
Contessa certainly is no wallflower either. Indeed, her hand lifts daringly
to rest on Erich's robed chest, the touch almost intimate. And, too, to her
credit, she doesn't stiffen, nor, swoon. But again, the rosy blush does rise
to her cheeks, and her eyes do seem a tad overbright.

(OOC) Fahahd looks indignant.

(OOC) Felix thinks Ophelia should just have one eye that seems a tad
overbright.

(OOC) Martin @thwaps Felix. "Back to your corner."

(OOC) Felix snarls. And goes back to his corner.

Erich leans back, eyes bright and smile broad as he turns to the assembled
nobles, lifting his glass once again in salute, "To Moritani Tradition!" he
says brightly.

(OOC) Martin golf claps. "Nice save there. Chief."

Ophelia seems to just notice that new guests are waiting in the reception
area to enter Grumman Hall, and, demurely she steps aside. Quite out of the
way, and danger, of any other mistletoe mishaps.

Fahahd has regained his composure, save for a faint flush on his cheeks. HE
gives Felix a sidelong look. Perhaps he can get the blonde there under one
of those funny little twigs.

Martin smiles and cheers, taking a passing try of champagne. He raises it
with the salute. "To Moritani Tradition." He looks out for any charging
puppys.

<<He's never been so vibrant about Moritani tradition before...>> thinks
Scaurus, who allows a slight smile toward the Emperor, before taking several
steps forward and then dipping into genuflection and rasping a greeting,
"Your Imperial Majesty..." the trousers he wears look incredibly taut in
their position, and the Treasurer is clearly uncomfortable.

Erich clears his throat as the Treasurer approaches, "Yes?" he asks. Still
smiling he gestures about the room with is crystal goblet, "A marvellous
affair, wouldn't you say?"

Of charging pups, at this moment, there are none at present. The adventurous
little one (actually, big one), is being safely held by a nearby guard,
though she does manage to give the man the slip via one big lunge. The big
lunge takes her bounding towards Fahahd, but not to jump up on the man. No,
her butt plops down quite firmly on the floor in front of him, tail sweeping
from side to side vigorously. God have mercy on the dust-bunnies.

Hermenegildo walks in from Reception Hall through the Colossal Arch.
Hermenegildo has arrived.

Felix turns idly to his side to note Fahahd's glance, then widens his eyes a
bit after observing it. Well. His head swoops back to look straight ahead,
then down, as the puppy plomps herself firmly at the guard's feet. Felix
leans in a bit to make faces at the pup, then straightens up and tries to
look dignified.

Ophelia's brow arches as she observes the arrival of the Treasurer. It can
be sure, the man won't be starting any fights here. Not today.

Fahahd looks down to the pup, and murmurs a g reeting in Suryzo, no doubt
something along the lines of 'There's a good girl' He even dares so far as
to take a little tidbit out of the pouch at his side, and drops it to her.
THe pup immediately snaps it up.

Scaurus takes the greeting as indication for him to rise, and dusts off his
trousers, "Indeed, Your Majesty, a most grand affair," says the Imperial
lapdog, smiling wolfishly and looking out toward the crowds. Before he
forgets, he turns toward Ophelia, and dips into a polite bow, "Your
Excellency. Buon Natale, as the Moritani say," but with a much better tongue
than Scaurus' Galach can handle. The puppy takes his attention for a split
second, and a frown creases the Treasurer's face.

Erich draws a deep draught from his goblet and surveys the assembly with a
calm satisfaction. Clearly he is in the most benign of spirits this evening.

Martin stands back by the tree and away from the group, watching as they
arrive. He looks to his Countess, ever once in a while to see if he needs to
step foward for some matter.

A man, dressed completely in black except for a small white rectangle at his
neck, enters the Great Hall from the reception hall and quickly heads
towards the Chapel to the west, walking close to the walls and away from the
Countess and her guests.

Hermenegildo walks to the west and passes through the Oaken Doors.
Hermenegildo has left.

Felix leans in to deliver a quick snatch of a comment to Fahahd.

Fahahd nods, momentarily assuming a very contrite expression.

If Scaurus is the Imperial lapdog, then one might guess that would make
Ophelia the catty one. Catty, indeed, she sips from her goblet before
peering over its rim to Scaurus. Lowering it, she favors him with an
enigmatic smile, repeating his greeting but in correct tone and inflection.
But, then his gaze wanders, and she, too, follows it.

"Don't worry, Excellency.. she's quite housebroken. And doesn't bite...
unless I order it. A gift from the Baron Harkonnen. An engaging little
bitch, isn't she?"

THe pup in question slobbers happily on Fah's boots - so much for that
polish job, then turns to eye the rest of the gathering expectantly. THat's
right. I'm a princess - you should all look at me.

Felix favors Scaurus a bright smile, perhaps attracting attention should the
Treasurer spare the bitch in question a glance.

Martin walks forward approaches the group. "Your Majesty? Your Excellency?
Would you not care to view the tree. It absolutely splendid this year." He
says respectfully.

Scaurus blinks, still staring at the dog, "Yes. Quite engaging..." he
shrivels his nose up at the drooling beast, and then gestures for a servant
and a glass of wine, "Can she be used for hunting purposes, Your
Excellency?" To hunt, or to be hunted? The glint in his eye doesn't reveal
which he means, and he looks at Felix's smile with another wolfish grin of
his own. His blue-witin-blue eyes glimmering oddly.

Felix breaks away from eye contact, trained too well to allow such
indiscretions. His elbow finds a home underneath Fahahd's ribcage as he
mutters something to the guard in Suryzo.

Fahahd looks up from the puppy long enough to give Scaurus a very flat look
from beneath his lashes. Antipathy, anyone? But he quickly glances down, as
if abashed by azll the attention the animal is receiving. He doesn't dare
reply to Scaurus's query, since it was addressed to Ophelia.

Fahahd replies hastily to Felix, in the soft gutturals of the Harkonnen's
tongue.

"More like.. a loyal guardian, m'lord," Ophelia replies glibly, not giving
Scaurus any more fuel for his fire.

Servants emerge from the kitches, freshly laden with food and drink, namely
wine, enough for all. Through the crowd they begin to weave, and more than a
few coming to the crowd by the entrance to the embassy.

Felix's expression becomes passing troubled at Fahahd's whispered reply,
though he can find no manner to resolve it at present. He toys a bit with
the packages in his hand.

Scaurus ah's, nodding to Ophelia's response, wine now in hand. With a light
sip and a final look at the dog, he licks his lips, beaming up at Fahahd
with teeth that seem sharper than most, before looking to Martin's question,
face back to common stoicism and utter coldness. He, of course, allows Erich
to answer for both of them.

Erich nods, "We would be most pleased to look upon it, my good man."

Martin grins proudly and leads them back to the tree. "I swear the ornaments
and decorations get more beautifully every year. To be honest, your Majesty,
I love seeing the tree every year."

Scaurus rests one hand behind his back, the other gloved hand daintily
holding his goblet, and follows His Majesty to the aforementioned tree.
Looking up and down at the ornaments, the Treasurer keeps politely quiet.

Erich smiles and nods, "It is lovely indeed. I can see how one would enjoy
it as much as you..."

Ever the gracious hostess, Ophelia wanders away a few steps, ensuring
everything is absolutely, positively, without a doubt, right on schedule and
as it should be for the festivities.

Martin smiles and nods. "It is lovely to see children, sitting around the
tree. Writing their letters to their parents that they have been good, so
the witch gives them presents and not coal." He grins and shrugs.

Scaurus reaches out to touch the tree absently, pursing his lips, "And does
the witch give out much coal, my lord?" he asks, secretly hoping that she
does. He looks to Martin directly, tilting his head with curiousity.

"I don't think I'll be giving out any coal this year," Ophelia says very
softly in a silken tone, her meandering steps having brought her back to
stand just behind Scaurus.

Erich fails to stifle a chuckle at this remark.

Scaurus senses, "Ophelia perhaps is too close... a small breeze blowing
across your ear. Perhaps her breath? Or perhaps, just a random air
current..."

Martin turns to looks to his Countess. He grins to her response. "I believe
you have your answer."

Scaurus blinks, head twitching to the side just a little before slowly
turning to face the Countess, and managing a somewhat normal smile for her,
"Of course, Your Excellency. I am sure that presents will be abound from
House Moritani, with such a gem as Arrakis. And I would expect nothing less
from one which is such a gracious host..." he lifts up his glass in a
one-man toast to the Countess, sips, then turns sideways, so as not to block
the Countess from the small group.

"You've witnessed His Majesty's first gift of the evening," Ophelia replies
coyly to Scaurus. "Perhaps you'd like to... share your wish list with us so
that we might arrange the proper deliveries on the fifteenth day..." She
pauses, glancing modestly to the tree with her hands moving to clasp
themselves behind her back, as she adds in a murmur, "Only a few days remain
in the Giorni di Natale, after all."

Erich smiles and turns his attention to the Treasurer, interested in his
reply.

Martin remains quietly and looks back to His Excellency, curious of his
response.

(OOC) Scaurus sweats under the pressure. ;)

(OOC) Erich grins and loves every minute of it.

(OOC) Martin turns the spot lights and fog lights on Scaur. :)

(OOC) Ophelia smiles sweetly, and strikes a pose.

(OOC) Erich blinks, and didn't realize Ophelia -could- smile sweetly. ;)

(OOC) Martin ducks.

Scaurus looks to the tree momentarily, lowering his glass and then taking in
each of the group, Martin, to the Emperor, and then the Countessa, before
replying, "The most ample gift you can provide to myself, and indeed, to the
Imperium, is to raise your profits upon Arrakis, Your Excellency, to levels
which may surprise all who value the spice as a commodity. And as for a
personal gift, I have but two. The first, deeply involves our noble House
Corrino," he glances momentarily to His Majesty upon saying this, "...and
the second, is to see justice done to all those in the Imperium who might
otherwise insult or demean the Golden Lion Throne by their actions..." his
eyes almost twinkle at the end of their response, and he sips again from his
wine, looking over to the tree, "And what are your wishes, Your Excellency?"

Ophelia's smile remains coy, her brow arching upwards. "We have already
discussed your second 'wish', Excellency, you and I, I do believe. And given
that my cousin yet remains within his cell without my interference nor
challenge I think should attest to my expressed intent to you.. Lord
Ciccolini will answer for his actions, and his punishment shall indeed fit
his crime. But, do tell, what specifically is the first personal wish you
might have? I am most curious now."

Fahahd returns as unobtrusively as he left, to rejoin Felix. He glances up,
noting the presence of one of those strange little twigs with the white
berries. Felix gets another speculative look. Hrm.

Erich's attention turns to the Treasurer as well.

Martin remains silently seeing the Treasurer is clearly not done yet with
his wishes and explanations.

Scaurus suddenly turns rather bland, even a little pondersome as he reaches
out and touches the tree again, "I am afraid, Your Excellency, that to
discuss such would not be appropriate...it does, however, involve a lady. A
lady of repute." He coughs, glancing again at the Emperor, and then back to
the tree, "But enough about me." Scaurus mood has visibly changed to being
quite sombre, and he finishes his wine, gesturing a servant over for a
second glass.

Felix offers Fahahd a tiny nod as the guard returns. Shifting the weight in
his arms lightly, he stops looking at the small drama of wishes and gifts
being played out by the massive tree and notes just what it was that's been
attracting Fahahd's attention. The berries don't look very pleasant, but the
tiny sprigs do add a bit of colour, he notes optimistically. His smile
widens a bit as he looks back to the guard, moving all the packages to the
care of his left arm.

Fahahd's eyes narrow at Scaurus for a moment - it's that same green eyed
look that Scarlettt kept giving Melanie in 'Gone with the Wind'. But he
notices Felix's gesture, and arches a brow wonderingly.

A crease forms in the Emperor's brow... <<A lady of repute??>>

Martin simplely smiles and sips from the champagne. He looks to the tree for
a moment, before turning back to Scaurus. He had his thoughts before they
didn't need to be voiced. Not yet.

Felix's face twists to Scaurus then back to Fahahd, as though he were
following a volley of sorts. He raises his own eyebrows to Fahahd and gives
his head an appropriately assertive toss. Butlers and other gentlemen of
good standing do not play coy.

Ahhhh... a laaa-dy. Ophelia merely continues to smile, even bouncing up onto
her toes a time or two, though that smile does turn to a knowing grin. There
are any number of responses she could make, being known for her bald honesty
and bluntness. And her teasing. <<I could even tell him he looks cute when
he squirms... slimy as he might be at times.>>

But no, the matter is quite dropped. Instead, Ophelia murmurs placatingly,
"Well, I do hope La Befana, if she graces your door this year, brings that
which you desire, m'lord."

Well, no one's really paying attention to the Harkonnen in the corner. So
Fahd simply leans over and plants a kiss on Felix's lips. So he's not Ana -
he'll do for the moment, certainly.

Felix's own eyes dart to the Countess moments before the kiss. 'I do hope
this isn't an intrusion,' the butler thinks. 'But I suppose it is in
keepi--'. For a few moments, Felix's ceaseless inner monologue pauses as he
wordlessly notes how remarkably soft Fahahd's lips are. Pulling away, the
butler absently brushes away some dust from the front of his coat.
"Ahh...thank you."

Scaurus shakes his head, "It is not a desire for the lady, Your Excellency.
More for her well-being..." he takes a gulp of wine, before looking back at
the Countessa, eyes serious and contemplative, "And your wishes, Your
Excellency?" Fahahd's looks and movements go unanswered by the Treasurer.
Butlers and other gentlemen of good standing do not pay attention to petty
Harkonnen commoners.

(OOC) Ophelia takes back her comment about being catty and sticks it to
Scaurus' forehead.

(OOC) Felix is aghast! "Call Mr. Belvedere and phone up Wadsworth...Charles
Winston Scaurus is a *butler*!"

(OOC) Fahahd says, "Saucer of milk, table for two."

(OOC) Scaurus keeps Ophelia's sticker close to his heart :) :P

(OOC) Erich laughs!

(OOC) Ophelia writes the GuildNews! NewsFLASH! Scaurus has a heart!

(OOC) Scaurus 's reputation will be ruined!!

(OOC) Scaurus erks...and removes an s.

(OOC) Felix says, "Don't worry...he meant the heart that he ripped,
still-beating, from the chest of his most recent victim."

(OOC) Scaurus laughs

(OOC) Fahahd mrps. Can I have some courage, then?

(OOC) Ophelia falls off her couch to collect herself and write a legible
pose.

(OOC) Martin says, "I thought he bought on sale. Blue light special?"

(OOC) Scaurus says, "Of course! CHOAM has ridiculously high prices this time
of year..."

"Your... explanation speaks volumes for your character, I'm sure,
Excellency," Ophelia murmurs, "But as for my own wishes... there is little I
could wish for."

Except... perhaps... a true heir. A husband. Perhaps a consort or two. More
land. Her estate to be completed in its renovations. Horses, for the track.
A husband. A true heir. A consort.. or three. Maybe even a new.......

Fahahd nods politely, looking speculative as he lets the butler. Not bad,
not bad at all.

...uniform. One with more tassles. They look so terribly professional, Felix
thinks to himself. And maybe another kiss or two like that one. And less
attention from the Lady Ulricke, particularly when she's wearing those satin
things of hers and in a dangerous mood. And maybe a few more slaves who know
what they're doing, and a nice sweater to send home to father. Ahh, but I
doubt this witch will be visiting me!

Eligable bachelor number one, namely the Imperial Treasurer, replies with a
deep chuckle, "You are far too giving, Your Excellency," and oddly enough,
perhaps to the surprise of many, including himself, the statement sounds
genuine.

Felix readjusts the parcels in his hand. He leans out curiously, hoping
perhaps to attract the Contessa's attention, deliver the gifts...and maybe
loiter for a bit longer than duty requires.

Martin smiles as he listens to their wishes and sighs to himself, knowing of
his own. He simple shrugs to himself keeping his thoughts close to his heart
were they belong. He thinks of something left in his office and a grin
returns to his face.

(OOC) Scaurus says, "Martin left some poor girl still handcuffed in his
office."

(OOC) Martin says, "I have no recollection of the event you speak of."

(OOC) Fahahd says, "Really, Senator North?"

(OOC) Ophelia thinks Scaurus has Martin confused with Marco, or other people
from this embassy. Martin is the proverbial "good boy" here.

(OOC) Felix winks. "It's all in the image. I bet he owns a pair of white
pleather pants, too."

(OOC) Martin sighs and hangs his head low. "Yes, I am."

(OOC) Ophelia says, "We're enticing him to the dark side tho."

(OOC) Fahahd lures him to the pink side of the force.

(OOC) Scaurus says, "Treason, treason!!"

(OOC) Scaurus says, "And now I can proclaim myself as the new
Emp...er....welcome back, Erich. :D"

(OOC) Martin says, "No Fah. That's Marco's job. :)"

(OOC) Erich says, "Thank you Mr. Haig. ;)"

(OOC) Felix says, "Just give His Majesty some air. Do we need the
Respirator?"

(OOC) Martin says, "Fah? Give Erich mouth to mouth. :)"

(OOC) Fahahd perks up.

(OOC) Felix says, "Down, boy."

Fahahd resumes his former standing around. THey also serve who stand and
wait, as the poet said. This lasts a few moments, until the puppy decides
that his jackbooted toe suddenly looks unbearably tasty, and starts gnawing.

Dipping her chin low, Ophelia covers the sly glance she hazards towards the
silent Emperor out of the corner of an eye. She accepts the compliment in
silence, only her smile pulling at the corners of her mouth for a response.

Erich hands his empty goblet to a servant who offers him a full one. He
immediately quaffs the elixir and smiles, his face flushed with ...
something. Surely there must be something in the air this evening...

Mistletoe!

A ringing of bells goes up from the far side of the hall, as a few of the
alcoves holding the novel little sprigs of plant are occupied, and,
tradition is observed.

Felix considers bending to attract the pup's attentions elsewhere, then
decides against it. It'd be tricky to lean with all the parcels he's
carrying, and besides, it's a bit of an amusing site to see. He favors
Fahahd with a smile, dimples pulling in at his cheeks. The ringing of bells
is noted with pleasant distraction.

Martin turns to hear the ring of the bells and chuckles. The office gossip
this year is alive and well with the mistletoe.

Fahahd simply scoops up the puppy, whi immediately nuzzles happily into his
collar. He, too, looks hastily to the bells.

Scaurus glances across to the gnawing dog, and then looks toward the bells,
then at the present-bearing Felix, and last but not least, the coy looking
Ophelia and almost-blushing Emperor. Scaurus, seeming to the most sane in
appearance at the moment, sips quietly on his wine, before venturing a
question to the Countess, "Might I ask what the significance of the bells
is, Your Excellency?" he rasps.

Ophelia steps back, draining her own goblet of wine, and turns. Shaking her
head, she laughs to herself.. ahh, the Moritani and their lust... for life.
The Harkonnen, waiting so patiently, belatedly enter her memory, and she
hastens towards them with a greatly apologetic smile. "Here, here, my
dears.. you've been standing there so long. Come, rid your arms of packages,
hmm, and fill your hands with things more useful? There's food and drink
plenty, enjoy yourselves for a change!"

"Ah, thank you my Lady Countess," Felix answers gratefully, allowing himself
to be relieved of a carefully patched dog blanket, a large platter of raw
meat from one of the things that go bump in the night on Giedi Prime (the
better to ease the pup's dietary changes, of course), various unguents to
guard against fleas, and a small package of squeaking, squawking, rolling,
and clattering toys. A lesser mind might note that bitches get quite the
treatment from House Harkonnen. "I do hope we're not intruding," he says,
letting his voice drop to a low tone. He nods solemnly towards the tree. "I
wouldn't want to be a bother to...ah, His Majesty."

Fahahd nods mutely, attention finally returning to the Emperor. The puppy
wriggles a little, but is for the most part quiet against the dark cloth of
his uniform.

Erich shakes his head, hardly noticing the butler until his ears perk at
'Majesty', "Not at all," he answers reflexively, as he takes another sip.
Turning to Ophelia he remarks as he lifts his cup, "This is a truly
outstanding vintage, Contessa, if I may say so..."

"The bells...?" Ophelia asks, turning her head from supervising the delivery
of packages from Felix to a servant. "Ah... bells. Yes. It just is a way for
those observing the tradition, when there is a bell present, to proclaim
it."

And, a compliment from the Emperor. "It is from my father's vineyard,
Majesty... '97, when I arrived. It's young yet, but, already it has a full,
well-rounded body. I'll have a case sent 'round to the Palace for your own
stores, if you'd like?"

Martin looks up to see the Captain and butler. He smiles and nods to him.
"Welcome again." He offers. He sips his own champagne. He looks to the
Emperor. "Beg your pardon, Your Majesty. During this time of celebrations
and festivites, Have you considered giving a speech about what you hope for
in the coming year?"

Fahahd bows a little, as if made uncomfortable by the scrtuiny of the
nobility.

Felix makes his own bow, an elastically curt bob at the waist from one used
to doing so.

Erich smiles wryly, "Indeed I should enjoy a case of it if you would spare
one for me. It would serve as a wonderful reminder of this magnificent
evening.

(OOC) Scaurus apologizes, but has to idle for lunch, "Imagine I'm
contemplatively looking at the tree. Or, hungrily looking at Fahahd for my
next meal. I'd prefer you RPed out the latter, though. ;)"

(OOC) Fahahd acks.

Ophelia reaches out to absently scratch the pup's ears, but her head turns
again to address Erich, "Then I'll see to it personally, Majesty..."

Just then, though, her hand reaches its destination. Except, her eye-hand
coordination is less coordinated without the eyes to guide it, and, it's
Fahahd who gets the scritches instead.

Erich takes a quick breath and shakes his head as he answers Martin, "Not
this evening, my good man... not this evening. This is an occassion for the
Contessa and House Moritani. I am but a guest, and would not think it
appropriate to use this festive eve for my own ... purposes."

The Padishah turns and smiles quite warmly to the Contessa, "Oh?" he asks,
"How wonderful! I shall very much look forward to your visit, Excellency."

The Harkonnen guard is utterly nonplussed. Well, he's passably fuzzy,
considering the military buzzcut he has. But really. Jealous, the pup emits
a slight whimper, quickly hushed by Fah'd's attentions.

Felix observes the scratch in question. Wetting his lips, he opens his mouth
as if to intrude...but once more, he decides against it. Closing his mouth,
he turns to watch, doll-like features raised in an odd composition of
indulgence, laughter, apology, and perhaps a hint of envy. He extends a hand
to toy with the puppy's paw, lest she feel left out.

Martin smiles and nods. "My apologies, It does not have to be this evening.
Perhaps a celebration of your own?"

Ophelia's head whips around as she realizes it most certainly isn't a dog
beneath her touch. With a stifled giggle, she pats Fah on the cheek lightly,
and steps away in embarrassment. But on her way back to the tree, she swipes
another glass of wine and already is quite well into it by the time she
reaches her destination.

"Yes... a celebration, indeed, Majesty. We've not yet seen the Imperial
heirs," she croons, her eyebrows lifting almost pleadingly.

Fahahd just blinks once, owlishly, and blushes. He looks down at the pup,
who simply gives him an accusing look.

Scaurus licks his lips absently at the mention of the Imperial heirs, tasty
specimens that they are. He, however, remains content with his wine,
watching with an impassive gaze at Fahahd, and the hand of the host, whose
graciousness he really did underestimate.

Erich answers, "Hmm? Oh yes, yes, of course... Well you -must- come by and
see them. Such lovely little children, if I do say so myself." He grins and
takes another sip of the wonderful vintage.

Using Suryzo, Felix leans in to the poor neglected dog. "... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

Fahahd mutters, wryly, also in Suryzo, "Of course. I'm not a noble lord
being plied with wine and women," he teases, as he trails after the butler
in a leisurely fashion.

(OOC) Martin grins. "Felix is jelous of Fahahd. Cat fight. :)"

(OOC) Erich laughs.

Ophelia eyes the direction of Scaurus' gaze, chuckling softly. She leans
towards him, having rejoined the party at the tree, to murmur something
quietly to him.

You mutter to Scaurus, "You look positively... left out, m'lord. Shall I get
a sprig of mistletoe and go a-roving with it? Bring the tradition closer to
home, as it were?"

Martin moves to his Countess's side, eyeing the treasure, wondering what he
was up to. He shrugs and turns make to the group. "Well, this time of the
year, I think for the children. When I saw Lord Marco's daughter, she was
incrediblely sweet." He looks to the Countess, "Perhaps we should give the
royal heirs a gift for the season, My Lady?"

Scaurus blinks, and almost spits out his wine. Instead, it goes down the
wrong pipe, and he coughs loudly, turning away from the guests to regain his
composure, and then responds to the Countess with an overly stern look on
his face. Perhaps even a put on look?

"Then La Befana shall visit the palace!" Ophelia declares, lifting a hand as
she steps away from the erupting Treasurer. Oh, mischief indeed dances
across her face. Like no other time has the devil been let out to dance so.

Scaurus mutters to you, "I would not be one to object, to one as stunning as
yourself, Excellency...though it seems as though some others guests may not
look favourably upon it..."

You sense: Scaurus that Scaurus says all this in a very diplomatic and
serious tone, before glancing over to Fahahd, and then back at you, then to
his wine, and sipping.

Fahahd looks rather wary at the banter among the nobility. HE does unbend
enough to pick up a few of the appetizers.

Martin chuckles as he looks to his Countess. He looks to the Treasurer and
her with a rather shocked look. It quickly disappears with a polite smile.
He sips his champagne and turns back to the tree.

Someone apparently gets the grand idea that now would be the time to dance,
and, the musicians begin anew. But it's no fancy noble dance -- no. It's
more the dance of the country folk, the commoners and the field workers.
With woops and shouts, servants and functionaries alike grasp hands and the
dance begins.

Around the tree.

And Ophelia laughs. Now it truly *is* like home. Closer to the tree, and to
the side she steps, dodging being pulled in to the weaving line of people by
stepping away from them. She shakes her head, declining each invitation to
join as it passes her.

Scaurus quickly steps out of the way of the dancing commoners, a little
shaken now at these odd Moritani customs. He, too, denies the invitations
that might be extended to him. Scaurus? Dance? In -those- pants? Not a
chance!

Erich senses, "Ophelia is pushed more in your direction, avoiding the
dancers, and seems almost to stumble a bit."

(OOC) Scaurus says, "Just call me Seuss."

(OOC) Ophelia says, "Ok, Grinch."

Erich laughs loudly, obviously enjoying the spectacle. "You certainly know
how to throw a party, my Lady," he says, leaning near her so that he may be
heard without shouting over the music.

Martin smiles and leans down to murmur to his Countess.

Martin whispers: Go ahead, My Lady. The Emperor did say it was your night.

Ophelia refuses yet another invitation, but someone moving quickly past her
shoves something small into her free hand. She chuckles at Martin, shaking
her head even at him, before looking down at what's in her hand.

It's a small cluster of mistletoe, stolen, likely, down out of one of the
alcoves. Someone was eavesdropping, apparently.

Scaurus licks his lips, eyeing the spectacle with some amount of suspicion,
before sidling to his Emperor, remaining stoic and quiet at the now somewhat
rowdy proceedings. The mistletoe in Ophelia's hand isn't noticed as yet, as
Scaurus seems to be intently observing the movements of the various dancers.

Erich moves quickly to stabilize the Countess as she seems to stumble
slightly, still smiling and seeming to greatly enjoy himself as he observes
the dance.

Fahahd is loitering near the table of food, cradling the puppy in his arms
lightly.

The dance is entirely harmless in its movements -- merry, of course, and
frivolous in form. But a few glares from those guards who don't succumb to
the gaiety 'encourages' them to leave the vicinity of the tree for their own
safety... and others.

Martin simplely sighs and shrugs. He smiles and secretly gives a few waves
to a couple of the servants. He watches as they dance off. He chuckles
lightly. "Definitely the time for children." He says with a grin.

Felix helps himself to a tall goblet of some Moritani wine, taking the time
to properly taste the vintage before blandly complementing the Countess on
it. Oh...oh, that's quite good. Helping himself to a second, larger slosh of
the stuff, he offers the glass to Fahahd. "I shouldn't indulge too much, you
know," he confides quietly. "Wouldn't be proper at all."

With wine glass in one hand, and mistletoe in the other, and then being
assisted so by Erich.. Ophelia's mouth falls open, and, caught speechless
for once she looks down at her hands - from one to the other, as if trying
to decide what to do with each of them. "Indeed, Rinaldi! Even adults can be
children!" she calls to Martin, and then, grinning, she downs the last of
her wine and holds up the mistletoe.

Fahahd looks uneasy. "Nor should I. I'm still nominally on duty." And he
doesn't want another inkvine flogging, after that last one.

Scaurus glances over to Ophelia, and sees the mistletoe, arching a brow
curiously at her sudden movement. His head stretches out inquisively, before
he rasps, "Are you quite alright, Excellency?" His eyes don't seem like they
care, more like looking at a woman that's just gone quite mad.

Felix offers a small pout, then downs the rest of the glass in three quick
gulps. He hands the goblet over to a passing servant, thankful for the high
tolerance for alcohol several years under Harkonnen hands have earned him.
He angles himself to be directly facing Fahahd, his words lost to casual
eavesdroppers but in bits and snatches.

Felix mutters to Fahahd, "... suppose we... speak... the Countess,... the
orgy she requested,... think?"

(OOC) Scaurus says, "Wow. That mutter left nothing to the imagination."

Fahahd glances uneasily, then replies softly, "Perhaps after his Majesty has
left. If we discuss it before His Majesty, the Padishah might feel snubbed.
Or distressed - that's one of those customs that doesn't translate to all
the other Houses. THey might be offended."

Erich grins at Ophelia's action and, finding himself once more under the
mistletoe bows to the ancient tradition. He moves forward unhesitatingly,
leaning her back slightly and placing a kiss upon her lips.

Felix opens his mouth in a silent 'ah,' turning to look over the buffet of
appetizers for helpful suggestions.

Martin laughs out and nods. "When we can remember the previous holiday's,
most definitely." He grins when she raises the Mistletoe. He leans foward
and kisses her cheek, gentlely.

(OOC) Ophelia says, "2 at once. Wow!"

(OOC) Erich laughs!

Fahahd looks a touch pinched. The snuggly time of year, and his beloved is
light years away.

Scaurus blinks at the scene of Martin and Erich both kissing Ophelia at the
same time. The Treasurer coughs, then puts his wine on a servant's tray,
"Perhaps I should excuse myself..." he says, turning to one of the seats,
and to being alone. When his back is turned and he is far enough away, he
murmurs something about tarty Emperors under his breath, not loud enough to
be heard by anyone, and then takes a seat, pursing his lips and keeping his
eyes upon the dance.

(OOC) Martin highfives Erich. :)

(OOC) Scaurus says, "See Felix? You don't need to invite them to an
orgy....just wait for this to transpire :P"

(OOC) Erich laughs.

Felix looks like he's having a ball, quite an interesting compatriot for the
somewhat lovesick Fahahd. The little pastries with the almonds would be
perfect for the sideboard in the Salon, or maybe even for the Solarium. And
why not see if some of that Grumman wine could be offered alongside the fine
Giedi Red? Even the best of vintages requires a companion for lighter
fare...ah, was that the Countess getting kissed by two men in rapid
succession? Well, marvelous for her. Hopefully, she likes Crisco.

(OOC) Martin spews his pepsi.

Oh... dear. Whatever was she thinking? Or not, as the case may be. Ophelia
receives double the attention she'd counted on, and, really is in no
position to do anything rather than suffer (oh, no, Brer Rabbit, don't throw
me into that briar patch!) under the attentions she's receiving, and, wait
to be set upright again.

Martin grins, rather amused himself. He chuckles lightly. "That
was...interesting." He looks about the room. "I'm curious where Lord Marco
is. I'm surprised that he is not here for this one."

Scaurus glances back over to the Countess, and the continued kiss, and then
decides ridding himself of his wine wasn't such a good idea, and flags down
a servant, "Scotch. On the rocks. No, wait...make that a double..." he rubs
his head, crossing his legs and huffing to himself. <<What a universe!>>

Erich has disconnected.

Set upright, finally, Ophelia opens her eyes to realize...

There's now a line forming in front of her.

(OOC) Fahahd meeps.

(OOC) Fahahd is going to have to run for a bit, himself, too.

(OOC) Felix says, "This would probably be a good time for the Harkonnen
rabble to retreat. :)"

(OOC) Martin says, "Offers to give you two your own mistletoe to take home.
:)"

(OOC) Fahahd woots!

(OOC) Felix hmmms. "Does Ophelia come with it?"

(OOC) Felix says, "Or that failing, a bottle of good wine?"

Scaurus takes the scotch given to him, downing quite a considerable amount
of it in one fell swoop of his arm. He coughs then, gritting his teeth and
shaking his head, before leaning back into his chair. He looks down for a
moment to his trousers, where a drip of water has stained a patch just on
his knee. With a gloved hand he rubs the spot and then sighs audibly,
"Bothersome celebrations..." he mumbles to himself, before putting the
scotch aside again. And the Treasurer actually closes his eyes in rest,
dreaming most likely of young people roasting on a spit, mounds of solaris,
and the Lady Harkonnen in that previously mentioned satin nightgown, in
a -particularly- evil mood.

(OOC) Martin says, "Sorry. Ophelia only comes with special gift packs. :)"

(OOC) Felix says, "We'll take the wine, then. :)"

(OOC) Ophelia grins.

(OOC) Fahahd woots.

(OOC) Felix seconds that woot.

Ophelia discards the mistletoe with an embarassed blush, then hiccups
quietly. She casts a small glare to Martin, asking him pointedly, "Did you
just do that?"

Martin looks about. "What, My Lady?"

"You hiccuped," Ophelia replies, eyebrows lifting.

Martin smiles and shakes his head. "No, My Lady." He speaks quietly to her.

Martin whispers: You did.

"Nonsense!" Ophelia shakes her head, already moving away from the
Councillor. "Contessa's don't... hiccup."

Some four feet away from the tree, as she makes her way to the table, it
happens again. She hiccups.

Scaurus opens his eyes again, takes another swig of scotch, which is heavily
laced with spice as per the Treasurer's needs, and then rises. He stumbles
momentarily, clearly not used to alcohol, but not overly drunk, and with
hands in his pockets. He blinks, staring openly at the Countess now and her
hiccups, then closing his eyes and rubbing his head.

Felix walks to the north and passes through the Colossal Arch.
Felix has left.

Fahahd walks to the north and passes through the Colossal Arch.
Fahahd has left.

Martin walks over to his Countess's side. He smiles to her, "My Lady.
Perhaps you could use a rest? Maybe simple to sit down?"

Ophelia gives Martin a slightly withering glance, then turns towards where
the Treasurer has seated himself, on the fringe of the festivities. Slowly,
she makes her way to him, offering a small smile. Quietly, she says to him,
"It seems I should bid you a good night, Excellency.. the wine has flowed
quite freely this evening."

And indeed it has... the dancing continues. As does the singing, and, all
the other merry-making within Grumman Hall. All of this is till interrupted
intermittently by the ring of bells in the alcoves around the hall.

Scaurus tilts his head to the side slightly, looking at the Countess with
intent eyes. There's nothing on his face, merely his equally quiet response,
"A good night to you then, Your Excellency. A pity you couldn't have
followed up on ideas..." the left side of his lip twitches in his odd smile,
and he runs a hand through his jet black hair.

Martin stands back behind his Countess, ready to step foward if she should
trip. He sighs and looks to the guards, reading their assistance.

Her laugh echoes through the hall, as Ophelia lifts a hand, slowly, a finger
extending.

There is one of the arches right over the Treasurer's head. And, it is not
empty of tiny green leaves and white berries suspended with a small bell.

Scaurus tilts his head back a little way, to see the mistletoe, then
chuckles, and without further adieu, the Treasurer leans in, placing a hand
in the middle of her back and then closing his eyes and pressing his lips to
hers in a kiss. Strangely enough, his lips are softer than his exterior, and
although he's not any expert, he's done it before. Maybe once or twice.

Martin patiently stands there further behind the Countess. After remember
that comment that he caught from Lord Scaurus, he grins and chuckles to
himself.

As the required tradition is dispensed of, Ophelia reaches up to give the
bell above her head a swat, sending it ringing. There is, of course a cheer,
and she steps back from the Treasurer. Her head dips, as she bobs a curtsy,
and then a small grin flits across her lips. "My thanks, Excellency," she
murmurs.

Scaurus purses his lips a moment, perhaps lingering a little with the taste,
and then bows politely, "The thanks is most definitely mine to give,
Excellency..." he says, giving a demure wink, before nodding to Martin, and
then making his way to the door, a couple of steps out of pace.

Martin nods to Scaurus as he departs, moving to his Countess side, once
again. "Thank you for your attendance, Your Excellency."

Ophelia chuckles softly, shaking her head, before turning towards the stairs
up herself. "Ah... Buon Natale!"

And not two steps up, she hiccups. Again.

Scaurus stops just near the door and says over his shoulder, directed at the
Countess and Martin, "I really must come to these little fetes more
often..." before slipping out the door. His face doesn't look happy, more
desolate, depressed.

Martin carefully follows after Her Lady, making sure that she gets to her
room.

Scaurus walks to the north and passes through the Colossal Arch.
Scaurus has left.



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