Salon of Wallach I -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
This elegant salon is the sedate picture of tranquillity. It's positioning, on the East wing of the palace, makes it ideal for a morning tea, or an early breakfast meeting, when the sun pours through the picture windows and bathes the hardwood floors in brilliant gold light. The ceiling is adorned with silver trappings and engraving, underlit by, of all things, soft incandescent lighting. Several comfortable lounge chairs and benches adorn the room and would easily suit any social combination under 15 persons.
Players:
Scaurus Sisay
Emylie
Exits:
Lapis Lazuli Archway <N> leads to Celestial Hall -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
Carved Doors <E> leads to The Saudir I Memorial Grand Library of the Imperium -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
French Doors <S> leads to Eastern Wing -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
The usually bright room is shrouded in gloom this morning as black mourning drapes swag all the windows. Towards the northern half of the room, on one of the settees sit the young Ladies Emylie Fenring and Sisay Ginaz. They are deep in discussion. On the eastern side of the room, the Imperial Treasure sits, alone. Before him is laid a feast of a breakfast, yet it remains almost completely untouched.
Scaurus leans back into his chair, closing his eyes, cup still in hand. He still doesn't seem to have noticed Sisay and Emylie, remaining positively still in his position, breathing slow and measured.
Emylie leans in towards the lady, matching her soft voice. "A stakeout? It sounds terribly scandalous. Do tell. Oh please?"
The french doors open, almost grandeurly, then the Lady Justine Garamond slowly makes her entrance. Once she's fully entered, she closes the doors behind her and moves forward, into the room. Upon seeing the small gathering, her right brow quirks with slight intrigue and she speaks in a soft tone, "My apologies, I did not realize that anyone was being entertained. I did not mean to interrupt, I am merely passing through and will be out of your way shortly." She bows her head respectfully to those in the room before crossing the room to the carved door that leads to the library.
Sisay giggles and leans closer aswell, making the bear claw dangle menacingly between the two. She murmurs: "Oh, happened almost a year ago, right after I arrived on Kaitain. I sneaked out one evening, dressed as a guard and decided to explore Kaitain. After several hours of walking through the suburbs I arrived at what I later learned to be the Chapterhouse..." She pauses to gaze to the Lady hwo just entered, quirking a brow.
Emylie starts to open her mouth as Lady Justine approaches, but closes it again as the woman sails past them. Returning her attention to Sisay, she grins wickedly, "Oh but you must have been in terrible trouble. Had I done something like that, I'm quite certain they would have locked me away for an entire year."
Scaurus raises a brow from his silent contemplation, slowly opening his eyes to look at the entering Lady. His eyes narrow slightly, a little bleary, and he puts his cup down. The Treasurer offers a curt nod to her, then turns, looking to see who at the northern end of the room is talking. Spying the Lady Emylie, but not remembering Sisay, he offers a small dip of the head as a general nicety, and then returns to his coffee, taking up a bowl of cereal and eating several of the flakes.
Emylie salutes the Treasurer with a nod of her own. Her eyes flicker back to Sisay, in anticipation of the continuation of the juicy story.
Sisay smiles and returns her head back towards lady Emylie. Her hand grasps the claw unconsciously, giving it even a slight squeeze as she continues her story: "Well, either nobody cared to catch me either I'm really that good at hiding. I managed to get in some sort of a garden with bushes and trees all over for my hiding and I say several black robed women doing something strange... some sort of a dance or something..."
Pavel arrives from the Eastern Wing.
Pavel has arrived.
The usually bright room is shrouded in gloom this morning as black mourning drapes swag all the windows. Towards the northern half of the room, on one of the settees sit the young Ladies Emylie Fenring and Sisay Ginaz. They are deep in discussion. On the eastern side of the room, the Imperial Treasure sits, alone. Before him is laid a feast of a breakfast, yet it remains almost completely untouched. Lady Justine, for her part, is in transit from the french doors to the library.
Emylie gasps, "They dance? Like real witches?" She giggles softly. "No. It cannot be true, everything they say about them. Can it? What else was happening." She's quite drawn into the story, hanging on Sisay's every word.
Pavel storms into the Salon, attache under one arm, and a scowl unlike any have ever seen on the normally jovial man. With little ceremony, he scans the room and approaches the young Fenring.
Emylie's eyes lift to meet the Justiciar as he strides over towards her. Trembling slightly, she greets the man. "Good morning, My Lord?" Apprehension shows in her verdant eyes. "Won't you j-join us?"
Sisay shrugs silently and continues: "Well, now that I myself have benefitted from Gesserit training, I'm not so sure anymore it was a dance, more like some sort of a physical excercise of some sort. Anyway, I got scared at that sight and I decided not to push my luck so I returned safely at the Embassy. But I will never forget the sight of those women with their mysterious dance..." she concludes right as Pavel steps in. Startled, Sisay's hand releases the claw wich starts to dangle at her chest and settles in the vicinity of her belt.
Pavel nods curtly to Sisay, offering what /might/ pass as a courteous smile to the Ginaz. To Emylie, he offers a nod as well, accompanied with a reluctantly offered, "Good Morning... ready to go?"
Justine saunters across the room at a lazy pace, keeping mainly to herself. When Scaurus nods to her, she returns it with a small smile. Just as she looks away from the man, the heel of her shoe gets snagged on the rug under her feet, causing her to trip and fall forward. Her eyes widen with surprise and fear as her hands immediately reach out before her, to help break her fall. A loud cry is heard and it's as if she has gone into slow motion with her knee hitting the small table, causing the cup of coffee to fall over and cascade to the floor. She rebounds off the table and then falls towards Scaurus, who at the time was just about to enjoy his nice bowl of cereal but doesn't get the chance because with her landing into him, it gets pushed up and into his chest, the milk and flakes flooding the front of his chest, sliding into his lap and pouring onto the floor. By the time it's over, her toosh and legs are across Scaurus' lap while the top half of her is on the floor.
Emylie fairly leaps to her feet, almost losing her balance in the process. She totters precariously, finally steadying herself, by placing a balancing hand on the arm of the settee. "Oh no!" she cries. "Oh dear." As the servants flock to assist the unfortunate couple, Emylie watches in alarm.
Scaurus' contemplative state is suddenly interrupted by Justine's fall, and the Treasurer's eyes widen as the woman comes toppling toward her. With coffee spilt onto the floor and the cereal all but ruining his clothes, the Treasurer recoils from the falling lady, hands flying behind him. As she finally remains still, settled with her legs in his lap, the Treasurer brushes her to the side, "Stupid girl! What do you think you're doing?!" he shouts, looking acidly at the poor form of Justine. A servant immediately rushes to dab the man's robes with a wet cloth, and Scaurus lunges at the man, pushing him off to the side, "Get away from me you impotent barbarian, I can take care of myself!" he spits, turning angrily to snatch his copy of the Kaitain Times, "I should have stayed in my office!" He turns, spying Emylie and her little group, "Not a word! Not a single word!" he rasps angrily, running a hand through his now messed hair.
Sisay nods in greeting towards Pavel, recgnizing him and removes her hand from her belt and rests it on her lap. As the accident happens she lets out a faint "Ups..." but stands still, eyes wide as the Treasurer speaks. <<What a rude bastard>>
Pavel regards the Treasurer with disdain, but chooses not to rebuke the man. He seems in a foul enough mood himself already without any help from Scaurus being needed. He just shakes his head and glances at Emylie. "Well... that's certainly a terrible way to start your day. I do hope the lady is alright... but we shouldn't keep the Contessa waiting, eh?"
Emylie swallows once, her attention torn from the mishap. "Contessa? What?" Her lips downturn into a worried frown. "I didn't do anything to her. I didn't, did I?"
Pavel chuckles, his mood only lightening slightly. "No... remember the other items we needed to look into?"
Sisay focuses again on Pavel, then on Emylie. With a sigh, she takes another sip of her tea then puts her hand gently on Emylie's lap as to comfort and calm her down. But she remains silent.
With a relieved sigh, Emylie nods. "Ooooo. That." She breaks into a bright grin. "I remember that." Then she stands there, with the stupified grin on her youthful face.
Justine rolls off Scaurus with a horrified look on her face, blinking heavily in shock. It takes her a moment to get her bearings back, all the while servants trying to assist her as well. She looks up at Scaurus when he belittles her and snaps back, "Excuse me?? Do you honestly think that this is something that I chose to do? I think not! I am sorry for this terrible misfortune but I can assure you that it was in no way planned and I resent the implication!" She sits there, dripping milk and flakes coming from her. Her beautiful dress is now ruined.
Scaurus fairly rips a handkerchief from his pocket, dabbing himself with it and shaking his head, muttering to himself, "Attacked by ungrateful Moritani delegates, fell upon by members of the very House I am part of, insulted, degraded...my office is more appealing by the minute.." he gives up dabbing his robe, instead looking at the copy of the Times which happens to be fairly ruined by the spilt milk and coffee. Sighing audibly, he pushes the paper into the hands of one of the scurrying servants, "Get me another one. Have it sent to my office. Laminate it if you have to!" Snarling and turning to look again at Justine, "I didn't accuse you of it! But proper women do not trip over their own heels!" He looks down at the milk and flakes on Justine's dress, and his angry gaze softens slightly. A small snort escapes his nose, then a chuckle, and finally it develops into a full laugh, the Treasurer standing in the middle of the room and shaking his head, flakes and milk dripping off him also, "How stupid this is."
Pavel just shakes his head again and turns to Sisay, "I apologize for tearing her away, but we have an appointment to keep. Although I do hate to miss such goins on." A half-smile and then to Emylie, "Shall we?"
Emylie stares at Pavel blankly, "Shall we what?"
Pavel says slowly, "Go to meet the Contessa?"
Sisay conceals a smile behind her hand as she overhears the conversation in the eastern pasrt of the room. She puts the half full cup of tea on the table and opens her mouth to speak but closes it right back to witness the conversation between the two. <<Is my family the only _sain_ one in this universe or am I way too narrow minded>>
Emylie bobs her head up and down repeatedly. "Oh right. Yes, I see. Of course." She smiles sweetly at Lady Sisay. "Oh dear. Please. Won't you excuse me, My Lady." She drops a curtsy to her. "I do beg your pardon."
Fahahd arrives from the Eastern Wing.
Fahahd has arrived.
Sisay smiles blandly and nods to Pavel and Emylie. "But of course... never mind me. I'd stay to study the book for while here, with your permission, of course..."
Justine blinks again at Scaurus, "Trip over their own heels?" Her head shakes in protest, "I didn't trip over my own heels." She turns slightly and points to the carpet accusingly, "The carpet snagged my heel! I have no control over the stupid carpet anymore than I have control over any other inanimate object. Just because you're in a pissy mood doesn't mean that you have a right to take it out on me! Do you think I enjoy being battered, wet and sticky? I've had milk baths before but nothing like this." She wriggles around on the floor a bit, her brows furrowing heavily with confusion as her hands begin to feel around her dress area. She looks up when Scaurus bursts out laughing and replies with a small frown, "I'm glad you find this amusing." Her left hip rises up slightly, sliding her hand underneath her toosh and then pulls out the spoon from the earlier cereal. Her head shakes slightly and then offers it to Scaurus with a smirk, "Your spoon, Your Excellency."
"By all means, please do stay." Emylie curtsies once more. "Good day to you, My Lady." She gathers her skirts, preparing to accompany the Justiciar. On the way out, she throws a sympathetic glance towards the dripping couple.
Scaurus blinks, "Amusing? You should find it amusing also! You look almost as silly as I do!" he says, grinning wolfishly, "I believe hygiene dictates that -you- might wish to keep it, my lady." He does, however, walk over and offer a hand up for the lady, "Do you think I enjoy being battered, wet and sticky? Certainly not. And as far as moods go...I think anyone else in the room can attest that I'm taking this unfortunate incident rather well compared to my usual temperament.." his face becomes cold and stoic once again, the hand lingering for Justine to take.
"Pretty lady fall down?" comments a very small voice from the doorway. It's Fahd's god-daughter, happily ensconced in her godfather's arms and clutching a worn stuffed Laza tiger. Fahd himself is utterly pokerfaced, though by his postuer he's uncertain as to if he should just makes a discreet withdrawal at this point.
Pavel nods to Sisay, "Good day, then, my Lady. Come along, Lady Fenring." As he passes the Treasurer, he indulges in a grin. "Good morning, Excellency... m'lady." He doesn't wait for a response before heading out, as he expects none to be given.
Pavel opens the French Doors and heads back into the Eastern Wing.
Pavel has left.
Emylie opens the French Doors and heads back into the Eastern Wing.
Emylie has left.
Sisay raises and curtseys to Pavel and Emylie then drops down on her seat, taking her book in one hand and her cup of tea in the other trying to concentrate on her reading. She misses Fahahd and the little child from her view as she concentrates on her reading... and tea.
Justine listens to Scaurus speak, her own temperment cooling now that his has. Slowly she makes her way into a hearty laugh, nodding in agreement, "Yes, I suppose it is rather amusing." She tosses the spoon over her shoulder and then takes Scaurus' hand with flushed cheeks and a soft smile, "My apologies, Your Excellency. I truly did not mean to accost you." The smile on her lips pull back into a wide grin, "Perhaps we should have the rug removed for it's evil doings, what say you?" She's obviously trying to make light of this embarrasing situation.
Fahahd removes himself and the child he carries to one of the more remote corners of the Salon, the better to hear the little girl's involved story about the fairies in the Palace Gardens. RAther than chiding her for making things up, he listens mutely.
Scaurus slowly lifts Justine up, chuckling in that sadistic way of his, "Yes, perhaps. I doubt that rug will see another day, with a coffee stain like that on it..." he looks down at the servant attempting to take out the coffee from the rug, then waves his hand, "Take it away and attempt to clean it properly, perhaps we might find a replacement, one without such dangerous corners," he looks at Justine and smirks lopsidedly, usually perfect hair drooping across his forehead.
Sisay takes another sip from her tea. She looks upwards and notices movement behind her. Turning around she sees Fahahd and chuckles as to draw attention. "Captain... Greetings!" she says, putting the book by her side.
Fahahd smiles in reply, and notes softly, "My lady, a pleasure to see you," THe child in his lap peeps curiously around his arm at Sisay, before venturing a grin of her own.
Justine tries to cease her laughing but can only lower it to an occassional snicker. She nods in agreement an replies, "That would be wise, yes. We wouldn't want another unfortunate accident to occur." She notices your hair drooping and beings to reach out to you, to move it out of the way but quickly retracts her hand and resorts to pointing with a small smile, "Ummmm, your hair....it's....well....." before she can finish, she chuckles again, shaking her head, "Nevermind. I was going to suggest you comb it but I doubt you'd want flakes in your comb. Perhaps we should both retire to our respective quarters and wash up."
Scaurus looks up momentarily, and then attempts to flick his hair back. It, however, decides to fall forward again, and the Treasurer nods in agreement, "Indeed. Have an otherwise enjoyable morning, my lady..." he responds, dipping his head slightly and chuckling lightly again, before turning and moving off toward his own quarters.
Scaurus opens the French Doors and heads back into the Eastern Wing.
Scaurus has left.
Sisay bursts in laughter as she sees the little face. "Fahahd, you never told me you had a baby!!" she excaims, gesturing for the two to approach and take a seat by her side.
Fahahd obediently moves to sit by Sisay, blushing. "She's not mine, my lady - I'm not married. She's the daughter of the Earl Bahattin and his lady, and I have the honor of being her godfather."
Justine dips a curtsey to the Treasurer with an amused chuckle, "You as well, Your Excellency. Good day." She turns after him, beginning to follow him out until she spots the stalking Harkonnen off near the Lady Ginaz. Her head shakes slightly but doesn't say a word, just makes her way out the door thinking...'Great, just what I need. For that peon to see me like this. It's bad enough I have to deal with him thinking he's on my level but giving him ammunition is even worse.'
Sisay goes "Ah" as she receives the explanation. "She is so cute!" she says, looking at the baby. But then Justine passes near her, drawing her attention. tapping Fahahd on the lap as to wait for a second she raises and says towards Justine: "Excuse me, Lady Garamond, I suppose?"
Fahahd glances warily at Justine, as the little girl in his lap asserts, firmly, "Lady fall down."
Justine stops when her name is called and turns to the Lady Ginaz, her dress and hair still dripping milk and flakes. She offers a small smile to the Lady, obviously embarrassed about her situation but tries to remain friendly and asks, "Yes, my Lady? Forgive me, but I do not recall your name."
Sisay smiles and curtseys before Justine. "I am Lady Sisay Ginaz, niece to our Marquis Jacob Ginaz... I have heard much of you, my lady. I just wanted to make your qcquaintance..." she says.
Justine returns the curtsey with a dip of her head, all out of diplomacy and respect and smiles warmly to the young lady, "I am pleased and honored to meet you, Lady Sisay Ginaz. I have had the great fortune to have met your uncle, he is a good man. I'm sure that it runs well in his family." She looks down at ruined dress and flicks back some wet, loose hair with a chuckle, "I wish we could have met under better circumstances, I'm afraid that I am currently not at my best. However, if you will allow, I would be honored if we could meet in the near future for some tea. To get to know one another better and to find out what you've heard." She grins lightly, showing that she isn't concerned if what you've heard is bad or good.
Sisay's eyes sparkle of joy and grins also. "Of course, my Lady, I would be honoured." she curtseys again and then adds: "I am terribly sorry about..." she waves her hand towards Justine's messed up dress.
Fahahd is pointedly silent, as the girl in his lap simply observes with a solemn expression. THe effect is ruined by the fact that she's sucking on her thumb, though.
Justine's hand waves in front of her, passing off the situation with her dress while chuckling, "It's okay, honestly. It's only a dress, it can be replaced. I'm fine but don't think I can say the same for that rug. I think its time is due and will be properly "punished" for its antics." She winks to the young girl, obviously jesting about the carpet. She then smiles once more, "Good, then it's settled. I'll send an invitation for tea in the near future. But for now, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to go get cleaned up. I'm beginning to feel very sticky and smell of sour milk."
Justine's eyes slide from the Lady Ginaz to the Harkonnen Guard not far behind her. She offers a pleasant nod to the Guard then turns her attention back to the Lady Ginaz.
Sisay giggles and nods. "If it weren't for the etiquette, I'd say you look really good." she says in a laughter. "Vey well then, my Lady, I shall look forward to your invitation." she concludes, making a few steps backwards towards her seat. She stands now directly before Fahahd and should she seat herself, she'd definitely land upon him and the child.
Fahahd steps delicately out of the way, and offers a faint nod in return to Justine.
Justine dips a quick curtsey to Sisay, again out of diplomacy and respect, before turning and leaving the room.