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====================== Over your communicator's secure frequency, a man's voice says, "Message from vehicle 3175, bound for Ginaz Embassy, requesting clearance, "Lady Ulricke Harkonnen, calling the Marquiz and the Lady Sisay."" You clear the vehicle over your communicator. Courtyard -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain) Iron gates open onto a broad, flat courtyard. White Marcinko Pines dot the grassy landscape, and men and women in purple and black Ginaz livery can be seen strolling along several long paths through it. A straight path leads up to the entrance of the Embassy proper, ending at two broad wooden doors. The Embassy itself practically gleams in any sunlight, the outer walls crafted of a simple dark blue granite flecked with silver, native to Marcinko. At night, dramatic uplighting along the walls of the Embassy accentuates its beauty, and the paths are all well-lit with functional but attractive lampposts. The Embassy appears to be square in design, with little embellishment save the natural beauty of the materials from which it was constructed. The effect is austere and elegant without being flashy. Ornithopters can be seen flitting around one corner of the roof. The only truly ornate thing about the courtyard is the intricately crafted fence that surrounds the whole of it. Exits: Heavy Wooden Doors <N> leads to Foyer -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain) Iron Gates <E> leads to Negara II Plaza -- Embassy District (Kaitain) A Harkonnen Limousine pulls in and comes to a smooth stop. Ulricke exits the Harkonnen Limousine. Ulricke has arrived. Ulricke steps out of the limo and gives Sisay a cheerful smile. "Sisay! I had thought to perhaps treat you to a few hours of Kaitain's shopping district." Sisay approaches the Harkonnen limo, with a sore face. She says: "Uli! How nice to see you!" The smile on her face isn't maybe as cheerful as she'd wanted it to be. Sisay nods and says: "Certainly... I've just finished an exhausting hour of practice..." She wipes the sweat of her eyebrows quickly. Fahahd has arrived. Ulricke smiles. "I can wait until you're refreshed. And then perhaps afterward," her voice drops conspiritorally, "We can go to Revelers." Fahahd is Ulricke's faithful shadow, as ever...bowing politely to the Ginaz lady. Sisay curtseys before the Harkonnen guard and says: "Fahahd, hello!" She chuckles and says: "Thank you for yesterday." in a serious tone. She turns to Ulricke and titls her head "Revelers?" Ulricke smiles. "You've never heard of Revelers? It's -the- place for any sort of real entertainment of the club scene. And we can show you all the nooks and crannies - can't we, Fahahd?" Fahahd nods in agreement with Ulricke, before replying gravely, "My lady is more than welcome." The Lady's mood seems to change subtly, from exhaustion and sadness to a curious state of mind. She turns her head looking towards the Embassy the quickly at her guests again. "Hmm... I guess it's time to make this day worth it, isn't it." she pauses a second, looks at herself quickly and says: "Would you care for a drink here, or ... " Ulricke smiles. "No...not necessary. Just freshen up and meet us down here...and bring your bear necklace, hmmm? We'll see if it can be worked into one of your outfits." Sisay nods quickly and says: "Oh, yes, the necklace." She grins evilly and says: "Do you really think it would fit for a ... well... casual dress? It's a bit... scary for some people..." Ulricke mmms, "Perhaps not a casual dress. But we'll see. I'm sure the Marquise will not mind if we get you a proper Kaitain wardrobe. Casual clothes, formal wear, et cetera." Sisay curtseys before her guests quickly and says: "Well then, if you would be so kind as to excuse me for a moment..." Ulricke nods. "But of course." <<Sisay goes a few moments to freshen up . . . >> As the Lady returns, a few moments later, she has a fresh look on her face. A cute smile, her hair colmbed to her back and holding, with extreme care, what seems to be a bear's paw. A leather string makes a collar for it. She says: "Tis is it." Ulricke enters the Harkonnen Limousine. Fahahd enters the Harkonnen Limousine. Harkonnen Limousine The vehicle has been appointed with every luxury that can be installed and still provide seating for six with room to spare. Two sets of three seats face each other across a small, solid mahogany table. The sides of the table have recessed handles for access to the compartments within. A circular light over the table bathes the inside of the limousine in a soft light. (For help see 'vhelp') Players: Fahahd Ulricke Ulricke says something to the driver who nods. There is a sense of acceleration as the limousine picks up speed. The limousine continues quickly to its destination. The limousine continues quickly to its destination. The limousine is buffeted slightly by a large gust of wind. The limousine decelerates steadily and comes to a smooth stop. Ulricke has left. Fahahd has left. City Center -- Central District (Kaitain) A 200-meter tall statue of a lion dominates the City Center. The lion, rearing up on its hind legs and roaring toward the north, appears to be made of polished gold. A narrow road passes under the statue and directly through the small park surrounding the lion's feet. Around that is a multi-lane traffic circle, with wide tree-lined avenues leading to the four corners of the city... and the Universe. Players: Fahahd Ulricke Objects: Harkonnen Limousine Ginaz Limousine Courier Exits: Stairway <D> leads to Subway Station -- Central District (Kaitain) Via Astra <E> leads to Circle of Stars -- Central District (Kaitain) Imperial Boulevard <N> leads to Saudir I Plaza -- Central District (Kaitain) Lion's Tail Road <S> leads to Einrike Plaza -- Central District (Kaitain) Via Pecunia <W> leads to Circle of Fortune -- Central District (Kaitain) Ulricke walks to the south and moves along the Lion's Tail Road. Fahahd walks to the south and moves along the Lion's Tail Road. You walk along the Lion's Tail Road. Einrike Plaza -- Central District (Kaitain) The square plaza is built around the tomb and monument to Einrike of Henoor. The gardens and facilities are kept immaculate, like everything in the Central District, but the scenery does not betray the same extravagance as many other parts. The plaza is lined with shops and boutiques aimed at the petty nobility and high ranking servants of royalty. Small alleys and streets lead from the open and light of the square to some of the more "colorful" parts of the district. Players: Fahahd Ulricke Exits: Circular Drive <E> leads to Main Entrance -- Revelers (Kaitain) Lion's Tail Road <N> leads to City Center -- Central District (Kaitain) Ulricke indicates the sprawling expanse of Kaitain's shopping district with a wave of her hand. "So," she says cheerfully. "What would you like to do first? Get casual wear, or formal wear?" Fahahd gets to be the official purse holder for this trip, it seems..a duty loathed by men for milennia. Fahd seems cheerful enough about it, though. Sisay hmms thoughtfully, looking around at the shops aligned around the Plaza. After she inspects the place, with real curiosity, she says: "Umm... could we..." She pauses a second, her eyes wandering on the people then back at the shops, "could we do both? I have a pretty official meeting with Count Marco in the next days..." She chuckles and looks at Fahahd smiling knowingly. Fahahd looks back at her blandly, though he quirks a brow. Perhaps uncertain as to the wisdom of that girl's intended course. Ulricke smiles. "Of course...but mm...first to do something about your hair." she snorts. "Count Marco. Let's get you something really nice, since otherwise you'll probably just fall asleep in his presence, he's so boring. Why would you want to have a meeting with him?" She has the driver take them to an exclusive salon. Sisay explains with prety much embarrasment in her voice: "Well, you know... I... " she chuckles "I ... freaked out yesterday at the Lounge, as count Marco invited me to join him and his party..." she sighs and looks down, blushing. Ulricke mmms. "And you think him responsible for the death of a kinsman, yes?" Sisay says in a grim voice: "My brother's death. I have no clues whatsoever. He died in an assasination attempt on my uncle at the academy. He accidentaly cut himself with a poisoned blade." She sighs deeply. "I don't know why I consider the Moritani responsible." She looks at her companions, black eyes glimmering: "I must avenge him! If I only knew who is responsible." Ulricke says, "So what motivates you at all on this matter?" Sisay looks Ulricke deep into the eyes, fury and hatred boiling inside the young Lady. "My brother was a fine young man. He could have become a feared warrior, my uncle's right hand. Faithful, loyal, with a good heart. Me and Delana loved him deeply." She sighs, her eyes getting subtly wet. "He died like a rat. With no honor. With no pride. He didn't even know what struck him. Fell dead on the training floor." Ulricke says coolly, "And what makes you think Marco is responsible?" Fahahd has gone silent, and very still...though why isn't apparent. Sisay looks away. She hugs herself, shruging. "I don't know... Maybe I needed someone to lay the blame on. The Kanly ended one year after..." she sighs. "But I didn't stop blaming _them_" Ulricke steps out of the car. "Rule number one, Sisay. /Never/ allow yourself to be motivate forcibly by your passions. If you can't put any kind of logical spin on why you're doing what you're doing, chances are it's a bad idea." She indicates the salon. Sisay looks for a second at the Harkonnen guard. A compassionate smile lights the young Lady's face as she asks: "Everything allright?" She also steps out of the car, following the Baron's daughter closely. Fahahd glances back. "Oh, I'm fine," he murmurs softly. Ulricke sweeps in to the renowned salon, greeted promptly by the owner. "This is Lady Sisay Ginaz, Wolfgang." she says to the owner seriously. "She needs a proper coiffure, the latest style. It's not quite long enough for an up-do, and I don't think she wants it short...something simple, she's got a similar activity frequency as myself." Fahahd patters after, boots loud on the glossy tiling of the floor. Ulricke looks to her. "What do you want, Sisay? Short or long? Either way, they can do it for you." Sisay greets the owner and looks confusedly around. She decides to let herself be driven by the owner and taken care of. This girl looks as if she'd never went into such a salon before. <<Sisay thinks: Uli, Fahahd, don't leave me here alone!>> She says: "Uh... I don't know... just dont cut it!" Ulricke chuckles. "A little bit of shaping?" she suggests. "They won't take off a lot." She lets Sisay be steered to a chair, where -whoosh- a drape is put over her clothes, and there's much serious talk about her in the third person. Amidst all the perfumed fuss and flutter of the salon, Fahd looks as out of place as a crow at a parakeet convention. He takes it as his cue to stand somewhere out of the way and observe. As if he's ever gotten a real haircut, himself. Sisay nods at Ulricke at her suggestions but gets unnaturally silent as people run around her with scissors and stuff. But the puzzled and confused look on her face persists. <<Sisay thinks: My hair, my beautiful hair! I hope I trust Uli's tastes... I sure hope I do.>> Ulricke occaisionally contributes to the conversation, and snip-snip, hair drops to the floor, but for the most part, the length seems to remain. Fahahd rubs a palm over his own near-buzz, recalling the length of his youth. The final result is a loose conglomerate of gently waving curls that soften Sisay's face when left free, but pulled back into a twist or a pony-tail, give her profile a sophisticated air. "Very nice." Ulricke compliments. Fahahd nods his approval as well. Sisay nods, amazed on the handiwork of the owner. She looks in the mirror for a good while and finally whistles appreciatvely. She turns around to Uli and Fahahd and says: "Whow!" She beams delightedly at her two friends. She thanks the owner and whispers to Uli: "This man is a wizard or what?" Ulricke nods. "And that's why he does my hair." she says. "Ready for clothing, now?" she asks. Accounts are settled (Presumably, the 'do itself is charged to Ginaz, but Ulricke insists on issuing the gratuity from Harkonnen.) Fahahd just grins, keeping his hands clasped behind his back. Sisay thanks Ulricke and says: "Uh, never been this enthusiastic on going shopping, but I trust your tastes." She admires herself in the mirror once more, not paying attention to the 'accounting' formalities (Her uncle'll settle all details if necessary anyway) and mumbles again: "I definitely trust your tastes." Preparing to leave the salon she winks to Fahahd "How'd you like it so far?" playing her hand through a curl of her hair. "Very nice, my lady," Fahd compliments...and he even seems fairly sincere about it. Ulricke smiles. "Let's get you some court dresses. That's the most fun." she studies the girl critically. "Unless you'd rather something else?" Sisay gets a slight blush on her face and giggles: "Nay, how 'bout we get ourselves some dresses for our appearance at the... "she pauses a moment to remember "Revelers?" Ulricke grins. "We won't need dresses for Revelers, but let's go anyway." she heads out of the salon, and back to the limo. Fahahd tumbles after. Sisay follows Ulricke and the Harkonnen guard closely. Her blush becomes more obvious as she munches on that little piece of information <<No dresses? oh my!>> Fahahd notes the blush. "It's not like that, my lady. Just casual clothes." Fahahd The face of a hardened warrior, with steely eyes that would strike fear into the hearts of even the toughest of the Imperial forces....not quite. In fact, the man's face is disarmingly boyish, making his real age hard to tell. No scars or lines betray the hand of Time, save one: the lobe of his left ear is simply gone, as if cut or ripped away.. The green eyes, slightly slanted and posessed of a peculiarly innocent intensity bordering on bewilderment, peer out from beneath slender brows, over high cheekbones...the thin mouth is generally set in a thoughtful expression. The rest of his features are slightly angular, giving him a gamine, somewhat feral air. Hair of a deep ash blond is cropped close, giving it the appearance of a marten's pelt - though glints of silver now spark among the darker hairs, an odd contrast with the youthfulness of his face. His form is leanly slender, rather than massively muscled...heightening the impression that here is one who's left the end of physical childhood not all that long ago. His shoulders are square though, and his hands strong and deft. The general sense of his movement is not a catlike strength, but a sense of barely contained energy, like a tightly wound spring. He's neatly and soberly clad in the dark uniform of a member of the Harkonnen Familiar Guard, with the silver chevrons that signal a Leutnants's rank gleaming from collar and cuffs, and jackboots polished to a gleaming gloss. On the left shoulder is a brightly embroidered patch: a white shield emblazoned with an equal armed scarlet cross, surmounted by a silver sword - the insignia of one who served in the campaign in the Outremer system on the Bajazet frontier. From a sword belt of glossy black leather depends a steel-hilted kindjal in a worn sheath. The belt also holds a maula pistol in a snug holster, as well as a standard-issue shield generator, most often on and humming contentedly. Despite the uniform and weaponry, his general air seems more clerkish than martial. The strangeness in his gaze has apparently ratcheted up another level - the clouded green of aged jade, it seems that he's almost perpetually staring off at something visible only to himself. Going blind, perhaps? It's accentuated by an air of distraction, if the bulk of his attention were on something remote. Ulricke grins. "It's not for the faint of heart, Sisay. At least...not the upper levels. Come on." Ulricke follows the circular drive to Revelers, passing through the double doors. Fahahd follows the circular drive to Revelers, passing through the double doors. You follow the circular drive to the entrance, double doors that slide open as you approach. Main Entrance -- Revelers (Kaitain) The walls of the small lobby sparkle with a river of stars across a dark purple background. The room is full of shadows, the only light shines from behind a wall-hanging shaped like a large party mask in the center of the far wall, golden glowglobes gleam through the eyes and reflects off the gold satin halo that trims the edges of the mask in a wide ruffle dotted with golden stars. The floor is covered by a plush carpet, the same shade of violet as the walls and decorated with the outlines of tiny gold stars. There are wide doors left and right made of polished metal, etched with similar mask designs as are on the front door and the wall-hanging. There are no door knobs or fittings of any kind on these doors, but they slide open silently when someone approaches, men on the right, women on the left. A small table in the center of the room, almost invisible in the dim light, holds a stack of programs that detail upcoming events. Players: Fahahd Ulricke Exits: Polished Metal Door <GL> leads to Gentlemen's Lounge -- Revelers (Kaitain) Polished Metal Door <LL> leads to Ladies' Lounge -- Revelers (Kaitain) Double Doors <O> leads to Einrike Plaza -- Central District (Kaitain) Ulricke beckons Sisay to the Ladies' Lounge. Ulricke passes through the polished metal door into the Ladies' Lounge and the door slides shut behind her. The door slides open silently and you pass through into the Ladies' Lounge. Ladies' Lounge -- Revelers (Kaitain) Pale, beige walls are dotted with prints of red blossoms, horses, and black dragonflies, all surrounding one large painting of a graceful, black haired woman wearing pink and green robes playing a baliset. Glowglobes are set high on the walls, casting a soft light over the intimate room. The floor is covered with a white carpet patterned with delicate gold dragonflies. A black lacquered pedestal to the left of the entrance holds a golden mask in a glass case. The mask is adorned with enamel flowers and leaves. The door that leads to the ballroom is lacquered and embellished with gold rosettes and a large bronze dragonfly. No men are allowed in this room and women in ball gowns of every color, masked and unmasked, hold quiet tete-a-tetes in the shadowy corners or rest and enjoy a glass of wine. Settees with white and gold brocade are scattered about, interspersed with black lacquered tables and potted bamboo plants. One table holds a cheops game board and another has crystal wine decanters on a silver tray beside delicate goblets. The air is scented with rose perfume and the soft melody of classical music fills the room. <There are places here. +places/help.> Players: Ulricke Exits: Ballroom <BR> leads to Ballroom -- Revelers (Kaitain) Polished Metal Door <O> leads to Main Entrance -- Revelers (Kaitain) Ulricke passes through the door into the ballroom. You pass through the door into the ballroom. Ballroom -- Revelers (Kaitain) The first impression upon entering this large, domed ballroom is one of music. Not just the melodies that waft from the low stage at the far end of the hall, but the room itself with its sweeping curved walls and columns, large floral patterns, and complementary shades of green and pink and gold, accented with black. Everything is designed to draw the eye toward the central dance floor crowded with revelers. Women in flowing gowns and men in formal black, or costumed in motley, whirl across the dance floor, parade along the colonnade, or enjoy refreshments on the raised patio. Almost everyone is masked and these are often elegant and elaborate creations of papier mache! and lace or gauze and glitter, feathers, beads, ribbons, gold leaves, even precious gems and seed pearls, as each reveler strives to out-do the next. Murals painted on large wall panels copy watercolor techniques with washes of muted shades over which are drawn black outline sketches of a lush garden on Caladan, a high walled pleasure palace of Gamont, the exotic green Pleniscenta bloom of Ecaz, and the mysterious spaceship Ampoliros. The floor is carpeted in royal purple surrounding the paler wood dance floor of faux Giedi marble in white with violet and gold veins. The costumes worn here are as varied and distinctive as the imaginations of the revelers can produce. Slaves dance with mysterious cat creatures. Smugglers disappear into the shadows with princesses. Paladins share tables with jesters and clowns. And figures in black cloaks and featureless white masks pass through the crowd incognito. <There are places here. +places/help.> Players: Ulricke Fahahd Exits: Wide Marble Staircase <U> leads to Balcony -- Revelers (Kaitain) Mirrored Door <MD> leads to Hall of Mirrors -- Revelers (Kaitain) Lacquered Door <LL> leads to Ladies' Lounge -- Revelers (Kaitain) Columned Door <GL> leads to Gentlemen's Lounge -- Revelers (Kaitain) Ballroom -- Revelers (Kaitain) -- MAP: Posted on the wall between the Ladies! and Gentlemen!s lounges, there is a map of the building that shows the main lobby and the lounges flanking it, the ballroom with the stage at one end and the raised patio at the other, and a wide staircase leading to a balcony opposite the main entrance, a shadowy colonnade beneath the balcony. The map shows the long hallway on the second floor, with suites on either side, and the Hall of Mirrors, the maze that takes up the area on the first floor that lies beneath the second floor suites. There is also a room labeled the !Saturnalia Room! which is located behind the mirror maze, but the entrance to it is not indicated on the map. Ballroom -- Revelers (Kaitain) -- PAINTING: A painting behind the orchestra is framed in gilt and shows a dark haired butterfly woman with transparent wings and golden robes against a background of blue sky. Sisay is speechless as she follows her companions through the rooms. She takes a minute to study tha map on the wall but then quickly returns at her friends, Ulricke chuckles. "If you think this is amazing...wait til you see upstairs." Fahahd just nods in confirmation, eyes wide and innocent. Shane comes in from the Gentlemen's Lounge. Shane makes his way into the ballroom, the young Moritani Swordmaster in a bit of a good mood, one might presume, judging by the hint of a smile on the young man's features. Fahahd keeps watch on the ladies, as is proper. The faintly wicked grin he's wearing, however, is in no wise proper. Cornelius comes in from the Gentlemen's Lounge. Shane tilts his head, regarding the quiet with some curiosity. He looks about, his gaze flicking over the others, fingertips tapping idly. "Quiet night," he intones to himself, looking a bit disappointed in a way. Cornelius walks in slowly, looking the other patrons over carefully trying to figure whether any of them are of notable position before looking around for a good table to a seat at. Fahahd murmurs, more to himself than the Moritani, "Well, we can change that swiftly enough." Sisay curtseys gracefully to the new guests, her gaze lingering just an instant longer on Shane. She looks curiously at Ulricke tilting her head, "Upstairs?" Fahahd gestures at the stairway up. "There." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ______________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Shane______________________ Fullname: Shane Padron Faction: Moritani Title: Count of Antilles Position: Master of Arms Address: My Lord Padron or Your Lordship Age: 30 Background: Shane Padron is the Earl of Turcal...a minor province in Nicanor which would likely be overlooked save for its rather unique and precarious production of a particular herb used in medicines and salves. Perhaps a sort of 'cure-it-all pain killer' of the day, his family has long been responsible for the care and cultivation of this 'wonder drug' and nary a smuggler or other weather or condition have harmed the production and supply in over 300 years. His father held a much higher title but the expense of putting him through swordsman school plus his distance from the area in exchange for the family 'trustee' running the fief have likely caused him a lower noble title in exchange for that of his higher service to the House Moritani. Currently, he serves as Swordmaster for House Moritani. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Shane tilts his head, looking from Fahahd to Ulricke and then the Lady Ginaz. He smiles to himself, and he can't help but ponder, curiously, if he should leave the Ginaz to the Lions, or make his way over and introduce. Ulricke nods. "Mmmhmm." Lions? No, dear boy. Those would be the Corrino. The Harkonnens are in fact, the Rams. Complete with horns. "Do you want to stay down here a bit first, or would you like to go up?" Sisay smiles curiously as she looks at the stairs. She hmms and says: "I'll trust that to your good judgement, Lady Harkonnen" she says finally, settling herself safely between the Harkonnen guard and Ulrike. She then says to the Moritani Master of Arms: "I don't think we've met, Sir?" She pauses a moment and then introduces herself: "Lady Sisay Ginaz" Shane looks over at Sisay. "Count Shane Padron," he offers. "Or Count-to-Be, that is, pending of course his Majesty's consent to such a thing." His eyes sparkle, playfully, his name likely one known by the Ginaz lately. "How are you finding Kaitain?" Surely that isn't a flicker of envy on the guard's features. Ulricke slips up next to Sisay. "Good evening, na-Count." she says amiably. She seems quite pleased by the atmosphere, and is content to otherwise let the young Ginaz have her evening. Sisay looks for just a second at Fahahd, a quiet plea of support, remembering of the past happenings. However, she shows a cheery smile on her face as she replies: "As tiredly as it is interesting, I assure..." She still won't bulge from near the Harkonnen Guard, yet her face radiates a strange mixture of joy and shyness. Fahahd remains quite close to hand, of course..offering the smalles of smile to the Ginaz as she glances his way. Part rock, part imp, one is perhaps perplexed by the contrasts in Shane's features. Short cut sandy-blonde hair gives the man a look of one slightly younger than he truly is. The look, somewhat boyish, gives way to a face bronzed by prolonged exposure to the sun. Light green eyes are almost transparent with the area around his temples marked by laugh lines. In a flash, however, this jovial face with its hard-edged jaw and full reddish lips can harden to cause the harsher features of his jaw to stand more apparent and his eyes to harden to little green rocks staring with intense scrutiny. At roughly 6'0" in height and a build appropriate to his height, the man moves with an unmistakable grace. A new addition that adds a sinister expression to the typical jovial look is the scar that runs from his right eyebrow to his right jawbone that echoes as a permenant reminder of his duel with the former Ginaz Siridar. A pair of black trousers of a tight-fitting leather seem to cling to the wearer this day, smooth and clinging to powerful calf and lean thigh alike. Apparently brushed in some way, they reflect the light though not in quite the same way the perfectly polished black leather boots in which the pants are tucked reflect. The darkness of his lower half only makes the brilliance of the blue of the shirt worn over his torso more apparent. His broad shoulders cannot be hidden despite the flowiness of this silk-like shirt. Buttoning up the front, the shirt has several silver buttons though the top two are left done, allowing a hint of the man's collar and throat to be seen and revealing that the tan is on more than just his facial features. Over his left breast, the emblem of House Moritani, a burgundy red fleur-de-lis on a white background, is worn proudly. At either side of his hip, a pair of curve-bladed daggers with white ivory hilts sit in sheathes, attached to a thick black belt with silver buckle that surrounds his waist, holding within it his personal shield generator as well. Shane laughs lightly. "You have found some good company to be sure," he offers, turning then and looking over at Ulricke. Shaking his head, amusemedly, he offers, "I do remember a brief time you used to enjoy speaking to me as well. What have I done to earn thy disinterest m'lady?" Ulricke chuckles. "Nothing at all," she assures. "But this is Lady Sisay's first trip to Reveler's, and so she should be the belle of the ball." Vrenko comes in from the Gentlemen's Lounge. Vrenko lazily slinks through the gentleman's doorway, a recently acquired half-filled glass in hand... and eyes the grand display. Fahahd catches sight of his fellow Guard..and gestures him over with a quick hand-motion. "Subaltern - enjoying yourself?" Marco comes in from the Gentlemen's Lounge. Shane ahhhs, "Fantastic," he answers, genuinely. "Lady Sisay," he smiles, "I am sure you will find yourself in the most capable hands. Fear not," he offers, genuinely. "Though do make sure to remember where the stairs are or aren't, it's a long tumble through a foggy haze from the upstairs back down here." Vrenko approaches the Leutnant with a small smile and nod, inobtrusively bringing the glass out of view as he loosely clasps his hands behind his back. Sisay smiles happily and winks boyishly at Ulricke. "Why, thank you, Lady Harkonnen. It's a honor and a pleasure for me to discover Kaitain with your aid." She stands for a moment taking a curious look at Shane's daggers. She asks and pouts throughtfully: "Oh, why is everyone talking so ... secretively about these... upstairs rooms?" Fahahd notes, drily, "If you're off-duty you can bathe in whiskey for all I care, Subaltern," His grin is amiable, though. Fahahd says, "I'm hardly a monk, myself." Ulricke chuckles. "Do you want to go and see?" Vrenko raises his glass in a small salute. "For what faith would have us?" Marco steps into the room. Looking around some before approaching anyone. Fahahd laughs softly in agreement. "Indeed, Baerdyn." Sisay quickly takes a glass off the plate a servant carries. Not caring too much about its contents she takes a sip. From the smirk on her face you can tell it's alcohol. She looks at Fahahd, nods at Vrenko in greeting, then at Shane and back at Ulricke. Still haven't made up her mind she takes another sip of the strong beaverage. Shane smiles, "Be well then, all," the man intones, the Swordmaster having been here obviously for a short turn of amusement, and then he turns to head out. Apparently he chooses not to embroil himself in any educations about what's upstairs. Vrenko produces a gentle and polite bow for the lady and guests, extending it with more due formality to the Lady Harkonnen, with no necessity of notice. You paged Marco with 'Yes, of course! This is just a casual meeting after the happening...'. Ulricke leans down to murmur to Sisay. Marco steps beside Shane offering him a nod as well as to the others present. "Good evening all. Lord Padron, Lady Harkonnen, Lady Ginaz." Ulricke smiles. "Good evening, Vrenko. Ahh, Lord Marco. Good evening." Fahahd bows neatly to the Moritan lord, but doesn't reply. Shane appears to have just been on his way out honestly, but smiles to Marco. "M'Lord," he offers genuinely, and gives the man a pleasant clasp on the shoulder before making his way out. Shane passes through the doorway into the Gentlemen's Lounge. Shane has left. Sisay prepares herself for another 'encuraging' sip from her glass but notices Marco. She curtseys to Marco in respose of his greeting. A noticeable blush appears on her cheeks and this is _not_ only from the strong drink. "Lord Marco" is all she manages to say as a greeting, chukling softly. Vrenko follows in turn with a polite and silent greeting. Between generous sips of his drink, he speaks a few quiet words with Fahahd. Marco nods to Fahahd and Vrenko as well. He now looks at them all, "I hope I have found you all in good spirits to night?" Fahahd murmurs back to the other guard, though his tone remains light. Gossip, no doubt. Vrenko mutters to Fahahd, "... and..." Fahahd's grin is crooked. "Of course," he murmurs, "How else are bonds formed?" Sisay nods quickly in response to the Count's enquiry, her newly fixed hairlocks waving around her shoulders. She stands close between Ulricke and Fahahd and takes another deep gulp from her glass. She says: "Well, at least my spirits are certainly rising..." she laughs merrily, the blush still on her face. Ulricke says, "And how are you this evening, Lord Marco? You're becoming quite Renada has arrived. Marco nods noting Sisay's conditions and looks to Ulricke, "I am...well you could say. As for frequenting Revelers, no more than I use to, my lady." Ulricke grins. "Indeed, Lord Marco. I'm surprised, though. You don't seem to be the sort to enjoy the full capacity of the club's entertainments." Fahahd eyes Vrenko's drink. "What -is- that, by the way?" Sisay greets the Ginaz Swordmistress with a warm, cheery smile. She fetches another glass from a servant nearby. Caring even less about the drink inside the tall glass she sips thirstily from it. She looks a bit odd, standing tightly between the Hakonnen party. She chuckles at Ulricke and says: "Mmm... entertainments? Like the mysterious 'upstairs'? " She bursts into a merry laughter. "Well, why don't we taste some for ourselves?" Marco raises an eyebrow as looks around noting the grin on her face, "What is your defenition of the full capacity of the club's entertainment?" Fahahd can't help but smirk a bit himself. Vrenko swills with a crook of his lip. "Very weak. But watered-down liquor will have to do until zeh feath--" He drops his voice, flicking a gaze at the assembled nobles, and nods in the direction of a serving girl gaily decked in a peacock's display, raising his brow for emphasis. Ulricke actually laughs. "My -dear- Lord Marco. If you haven't found out for yourself, why should I waste my time trying to explain?" Ulricke grins at Sisay. "Are you ready?" she asks her younger friend. Fahd claps Vrenko on the shoulder, grinning. Marco shrugs looking back over to her, "They say once you have been with Bene Gesserit everything else is, well, mundane." Ulricke rolls her eyes. "Then why bother coming at all?" Fahahd can't entirely stifle a grimace of distaste at the idea of consorting with one of the witches. Anakiel comes down the wide marble staircase. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _____________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Anakiel_____________________ Fullname: Anakiel Teslan Faction: Harkonnen Title: Master Position: Jagerleutnant-Trainee Address: Master Age: 19 Background: Taken into the Harkonnen fold as a favor to his family, Anakiel is really more of a pawn and bargaining chip than a genuine addition to the House. One member of the (comparatively) influential Teslan clan of smugglers was to be pulled in and secured in a position within the house. Anakiel was selected less for his capabilities than his being the least likely to cause more problems than he solves. He's not -quite- a half-wit, but he's rather behind the power curve as such things go... and therefore (in theory) will remain content in his unimportant secretarial position. Anakiel, for his part, is hell bent on making his family proud of him, given that he's been given such a golden opportunity. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Skorokodikha comes in from the Ladies' Lounge. Anakiel stalks down the stairs, garbed in glistening, flowing black. He pauses momentarily on the steps to survey the revelry below. Marco smirks some, "Never know what you might see." Ulricke rolls her eyes even more. "Of course. "Shall we, Sisay?" Ulricke climbs the stairs to the balcony. Fahahd does a surreptitious double take as Ana, appears, before trailing after Ulricke. He catches the tall youth's hand as he passes, turning him right around. Skorokodikha arrives with only her guard, the other Rastanyev evidently not in a mood to carouse, no matter how mildly. Sisay curtseys quickly, disposing of her glass. She points after Ulricke and says: "Umm.. I'll go and see what's up there... Ulricke's my guide you know..." She bursts into sudden merry laughter as she trails off. From the glimmering doors of the women's lounge trails a maid, one of the many who stream into the neverending party that whirls within the halls of Revelers'; though truly, she stands a head or so above the gentle throng, and blades hang freely at her gilded waist. Across the floor the maiden goes, her curious coiffure of crimson silk adrift around her white swan's neck - the pale gazelle with her exaggerated fleshling geometry seeks the stairs up which the Ginaz and the pack of Harkonnen wolves alight. The Moritani, sated dogs they be, are ignored in this moment - the safety of young Sisay is paramount in the woman's mind. Besides, she's young. And while debauchery never harmed a single girl her age, it's best to ensure she sins only in moderation. Vrenko pauses at the foot of the stairs to acquire a piece of chocolate-oriented pastry, rending a portion and rolling it around his mouth as though he were accustomed to chewing polished rocks. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _____________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Renada______________________ Fullname: Renada Akiko Scintilla Solude Faction: Ginaz Title: Countess of House Solude and Swordmaster Position: Swordmaster Address: Countess Solude Age: 37 Background: B.G. 357: The Solude family, led by master scientist Jorenna Solude, leaves Komos amid a severe disagreement with Richese leadership. Arrives on Ginaz, and is known to be a line of illuminated, noble thinkers. B.G. 200: The Butlerian Jihad begins. House Solude is driven into hiding beneath the surface of Ginaz; the head of the clan, Vasili Tanaka-Solude, is well-known to be a brilliant engineer of self-programming machines and is thus a prime target of the Jihad and its zealot warriors. House Solude hides beneath the mountains of Ginaz for nearly a hundred years in a research installation known only to the household, and awaits the end of the religious madness. B.G. 108: The Butlerian Jihad ends. I.V. Holzman appears at the edge of the system and is hailed by House Solude, hoping that the insane machine-mind's wisdom will grant them some means of deliverance. The Jihad fleet moves to intercept the incoming Holtzman and boards to destroy the computer; the entire fleet is wiped out in a mass-conversion reaction. Ginaz is savaged, and nearly all of the population is obliterated as the explosion and falling fragments of the Jihad fleet render the planet uninhabitable. In the same year, House Solude emerges with its transports, originally hidden beneath the moutanins with the refugee house, and collects as many survivors as possible before leaving the planet. A.G. 8400: Solude family elevated to the position of House Minor when Ginaz is made a Great House of the Landsraad. Quickly turns its fief on Marcinko into a sprawling industrial complex, and begins manufacturing electronics and - most notably - Holtzman devices. Solude shield generators are soon known to be the finest built in that area of the Imperium. A.G. 10060: Renada Akiko Solude, daughter of Count Stilsing Solude and the Lady Azusa, is born. The oldest child of House Minor Solude, she is designated heir in light of the lack of any male progeny. She exhibits incredible intelligence, approaching Mentat scale, though the possession of a broad wild streak keeps her from being accepted. Instead, Renada is allowed to follow in the family footsteps, and is given a technical education. A.G. 10077: Renada enters the Ginaz Academy, having completed her education at an early age thanks to her intelligence. Her scientific mind and natural dexterity allows her to excel in the arts of combat and security, and she becomes a model student. A.G. 10096: Renada emerges from training at the school an eighth level Ginaz Master; without explanation she departs for her family's estate in the northern reaches of Marcinko, where she lives in solitude in a small outpost at the northern edge of the polar wilderness. No reason is ever officially given, but speculations vary wildly. A.G. 10097: Count Solude dies in a hunting accident; Renada emerges from her self-imposed exile, and travels straight to the factory sprawls. Word is abuzz of the sudden siezure of control by the new Countess of the Solude manufacturing machine, and a firestorm of controversy surrounds her nigh-military restructuring of its ranks. Production rises fifteen percent, and there is word that real innovation may be in the works at the core of the Solude house, something which brings up the stained honor of the family's Butlerian past. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Ulricke climbs the stairs to the balcony. You climb the stairs to the balcony. Balcony -- Revelers (Kaitain) Resting on columns above the ballroom, the balcony of faux Giedi marble juts out from the wall opposite the main entrance and runs half the length of the room. A few potted plants dot the smooth white surface of the floor and railing, and a single bench is hidden among the foliage. In the center of the wall, an open archway leads to a long hall lined with doors where the private suites are located and the wide marble staircase sweeps up from the floor below with a purple carpet running the length of the stairs and along the balcony to the arch. The orchestra music seems to reverberate here close to the domed roof and drowns out the voices of revelers. <There are places here. +places/help.> Players: Ulricke Exits: Wide Marble Staircase <D> leads to Ballroom -- Revelers (Kaitain) Archway <A> leads to Hallway -- Second Floor -- Revelers (Kaitain) Renada pages: Seems like I got there in the nick of time, then. Renada climbs the stairs from the ballroom below. Renada has arrived. Fahahd climbs the stairs from the ballroom below. Anakiel climbs the stairs from the ballroom below. Skorokodikha climbs the stairs from the ballroom below. Vrenko climbs the stairs from the ballroom below. Sisay stands between the Harkonnen guard, Fahahd and Ulricke, tightly following them through the rooms. She barely notices her Swordmistress with a weary weave of her hand: "Hello! Seeking some fun too?". This lady is really _not_ accustomed to alcohol. Marco climbs the stairs from the ballroom below. Fahahd is quote close to the young Ginaz, though not improperly so. He mostly has eyes for the flaxen-haired boy met on the stairs. Anakiel trails the group up, seeming distantly confused. Fahahd gets a quirked brow of inquiry, but nothing verbal. Ulricke finds a couch and flops on it, inviting Sisay to do the same. "Keep an eye on your drink, Sisay." she notes. "You're not used to it." She drinks her own as well. Confident he is not noticed, Vrenko wipes a smudged hand on the trailing cloth of a poncing costume-toting courtier and begins searching his pockets for what can only be a cigarette. The submariner returns presently with a trio of vodkas; two for him and one for the Admiral, who seems more intrigued by the Harkonnens' new toy, which is obviously not itself Harkonnen but not someone she recognizes from any of her dossiers. Fahahd does finally notice the presence of the Admiral, and bows politely..though that tell-tale blush appears from the high collar of his uniform. Skorokodikha's eyes twinkle as she smiles back, raising her glass politely. The submariner guard doesn't seem to notice; he's ogling Ulricke Harkonnen. And behind the Harkonnen knot ascends the Ginaz swan, violet skirts aswirl as she brings herself to the landing - and finding the wolves asettle around the young lamb she approaches, sheathed blades jingling in their scabbards and their tethers of golden chain. Drawing near the group she settles then, standing in her livery - awaiting address from the lounging cat the Ram has birthed. Sisay throws herself on the couch besides Ulricke. She exclaims: "I feel good!" She's all a smile but not yet drunk. Surely one more of those who-knows-whats-in-it glasses would knock her down. She gives a bright beam to everyone present in a silenced greeting as she studies everyone present through the pink and happy veil the alcohol created for her. Fahahd fixes his gaze on the Swordmaster, his slightly embarassed grin fading. Ulricke tsks. "Remind me to have your Suk give you something or tomorrow you'll have one hell of a hangover." she chuckles. Anakiel remains bland, emerald gaze drifting from person to person, not a word uttered. He looks more decorative than functional at the moment, and may very well already be under some sort of influence. He certainly doesn't seem very moved by the proceedings. Marco finds himself a nice cormtable chair to sit in. Finding a drink, the Count lights up a cigar, takes a drag from it, and then lets out a mouth of smoke. He turns his head a bit to peer down into the ballroom." Isufris climbs the stairs from the ballroom below. Sisay huggles the Ginaz Swordmistress' arm, approaching her ear and starting to whisper. Gibberish of course, but who cares? She certainly not. Bursting into sudden laughter she winks at Fahahd endulging him with one of her cute bright smiles. Isufris and his entourage ascend the marble staircase upto the balcony. Fahahd just smiles back, enjoying Sisay's good cheer. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _____________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Isufris_____________________ Fullname: Isufris Faction: Bajazet Title: Agha Kislar Position: Slavemaster Address: Agha Kislar Age: 18 Background: Isufris is of slave parentage. He was born in the household of a House Minor of Macea, New Adrianoplis. Isufris was given as a coronation gift to the House Bajazet when Ruhail Khan ascended to Siridar. Isufris serves the Siridar-Baron Bajazet as Chief Black Eunuch. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Ulricke laughs, "Sisay, would you like something to eat? They have excellent sligs here." Isufris dispatches one of his servants to, "Fetch a drink...." Vrenko places a sad-looking cigarette between his lips, leaning casually against the railing. He glances at the stairs as more revelers trickle upwards from the dull roar below. Sisay giggles merrily but shakes her head thorroughly, weaving her curly hair around: "Food? Nay, thank you." She giggles again looking at the gathered crowd and suddenly says: "But a drink! Yes!" She waves, hoping to catch the attention of a servant with one of those goodie-goodie trays. Well. If she won't be addressed, the swan will remain by the drunken lass' side - ensuring it's her off arm that's being latched onto, of course. Crazy girl. Marco smirks at the scene before him. Harkonnens, Bajazets, Moritani, and Ginazes at Revelers with out killing each other. Not yet any how. What's next a Venhei and Rastanyev getting hitched? That's a shuddering thought even to Marco. Ulricke ahems. "Food." she asserts, and indicates with a snap of her fingers. The newly arrived Bajies are regarded for a moment - what's the head eunuch doing /here/, of all places? Skorokodikha hasn't seen any Venhei tonight, anyhow. In quiet conversation, the Bajazet eunuch and his party keep to themselves. Subdued and cheery, enjoying their outting. Kaira climbs the stairs from the ballroom below. Sisay goes "Oookay." as she picks something from a tray. She doesn't care what that is... it seems comestible and patiently chews the 'thing' down. "Mmm... good!" she exclaims, turning to her Swordmistress "want some too?". She notices the serious look on the woman's face and pouts cutely: "You need a drink!" as she points her finger vaguely in her direction. "No thank you, Lady." The willowy woman's voice is fluted and silvery. The Leutnant remains pointedly close to his Lady...but one hand has wandered over to the arm of the tall blonde young man. Ulricke sighs, and makes a mental note - Sisay will need to learn to guage her drinking. She selects some fruit from one of the servants, and eats it delicately. Stepping up from the ballroom, the Kadin Kaira al-Ashrad makes it to the balcony. Her dark eyes wander the active scene before her. She smiles lightly, a waiter comming over to tend to her quickly. Marco takes to sipping his drink as he sits about. Finding an ashtray he thumbs the end of the cigar off. The man keeps his cold gaze. thinking to himself about some manner of what not and know how. With the entrance of the Kadin, the Count nods offering her a greeting, "Good to see you, Lady Kaira." Vrenko lets his smiling eyes wander to the new arrival, resting there for the better part of a moment, polite but lacking subtlety from behind the rising cascade of bluish smoke. Anakiel eventually makes his way to Ulricke's side and settles there to linger ornamentally. He does seem rather drifty. Kaira shifts her head, and her attention, to the Lord Marco. She offers a warm smile, bowing her head ceremoniously, "Salaam, Lord Moritani. I the Almighty has treated you well?" Isufris makes way across the balcony, taking a place away from the revelry, to secluded area near the bench. And his men follow.... Sisay notes Fahads 'strange' behaviour. In more 'sober' conditions she would have given him a more sharp, enquiring look, but at this moment the young Ginaz is all a smile as she says, seemingly to the entire crowd: "Hey, gentlemen, don't be such strangers! Come on..." She tries to stand off the couch but her equilibrium isn't exactly what it used to be. So she thumps back on the couch. A slight innocent shrug is all she manages to comment about her failure. She says: "May I present you my dearest, dearest Swordmistress..." and points again vaguely into Renada's direction. She continues: "She trains me!" Fahahd isn't strange, really. Just a bit odd. Once Ana's settled, he glances back towards the Rastaneyv. Ulricke chuckles and leans over to murmur to Sisay. Sisay giggles merrily and laughs. Ulricke whispers: Easy, dear. Some of those are Bajazets, and their house and mine are not on good terms. "Renada Akiko Scintilla Solude," replies the crane of a woman, dipping herself in a sort of lopsided curtsey to the Harkonnen maid. "Countess Tamoe and Swordmistress. It is my honor, Lady Harkonnen." You whisper, "Ooh, are we gonna fight with them?" to Ulricke Ulricke looks over. "Lady Ulricke Sasha Ludmilla Harkonnen. A pleasure to meet a fellow graduate." she chuckles and says indulgently to Sisay, "No, we're -not-." Marco smiles slightly. "God blesses us all in many ways. He has treated me well, and you?" He glances over to Sisay as she tries to stand. Amusing sort of. Mintor, it seems, will have his hands full. Only faintly from the Bajazet entourage is heard, "...brutality isn't always neccessary in /those/ cases..." before the rest is drowned out. Sisay hmms and nestles more securely, hugging her Swordmistress' arm while eyeing everyone present with a childish smile. Kaira smiles rather lop-sidedly. It is a common gesture of hers. "Allah has blessed me greatly. I am soon expecting a deluge of sorts soon to balance it out.", she jests with a light chuckle. She overhears conversation with an Ammat accept in the speaker. Her dark eyes move to the source. Fahahd stifles a yawn, and leans over to mutter to Vrenko. Fahahd mutters to Vrenko, "... what do... of Kaitain,..." Lady Sisay's black obsidian eyes glimmer curiously as she looks at the guests. She conceals a yawn behind her little hand. A strange triple sits on the couch: a 'well-famed' Harkonnen lady, a fresh and unaware young Ginaz and the mysterious Ginaz Swordmistress. Sisay mumbles something unintelligible as she nestles herself more securely at Renada's side, and in the same time taking her Harkonnen friend's hand with the other. This way, the young Lady's eyes slowly close, the scrutinizing black pearls of her eyes slowly getting enclosed by white eyelids. Marco nods to Kaira's reply. "The good and the bad." The Count finishes his drink and hands the drink over to a waitress. He looks over to Sisay falling asleep. At least she can't accuse him of anything this night. Ulricke looks down at the little pigeon next to her and notes, "Swordmistress, perhaps it would be best if you took Lady Sisay home? And see that she gets a morning after dose from the Suk." The Forms must be obeyed! Please return to Dune III soon. *********** D I S C O N N E C T E D *********** % Connection to mush closed by foreign host. ---- No world ---- |
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