[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Chambers

[fighting_mad]

It's the middle of summer on Eiattu, but it has been one of the rainiest months in the planet's history. The cavernous royal chambers are damp and drafty, and there is a decidedly grumpy princess sitting at a desk in the inner living area (the smaller, less formal one). She is surrounded by beautiful things; rich tapestries, a few paintings, sleek furniture with smooth lines, everything in warm shades of gold and cream and yellow. The glowlamps are turned down low, besides the one burning brightly on the desk, and she is adrift in a studious sea of datapads and flimsi scraps, bare feet planted firmly on the floor.

Of course, it would be a much more elegant scene if the aforementioned princess wasn't wrapped up in a huge comforter, her head in her hand. And if she weren't sneezing, blowing her nose, swearing, and occasionally flinging styluses in abject misery.

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[fighting_mad]

A pillow hits him in the shoulder.

[eiattu_pride]

Long pause.








Sits up slowly, yawning and rubbing a hand over his face. "What're you doing?"

[fighting_mad]

She's sitting on the sofa with a mug of caf and a small holoprojector, watching something with the volume on low, surrounded by a sea of tissues (she'll pick them up eventually). Her short hair is sticking up in every possible direction, but her eyes are lucid as she glances over and says, "Throwing you a pillow if you're so determined to sleep on the floor." Duh.

[eiattu_pride]

"Oh."

He thinks on this, then gets up, cracking his back.

"Ouch. Better?"

[fighting_mad]

She props her bare feet up on the low-lying table. "That doesn't sound better."

[eiattu_pride]

"No, silly, I meant you."

Rolls his eyes, wandering back to the desk and picking up a datapad.

[fighting_mad]

"Did you just call me silly? What are we, five?"

The sarcasm is probably a good indicator of a yes.

[eiattu_pride]

"Yeah, why not."

He shrugs, eying the stacks of flimsi that are no longer as neat as they were.

[fighting_mad]

She eyes them, too, only probably more appreciatively than him. "You didn't have to do that, Rial. I would have handled it this morning."

[eiattu_pride]

"Oh, well. Figured I'd give you a hand."

Flashes her a quick grin.

[fighting_mad]

"Thank you." She flicks off the holo and sets down the base. "Though you also could have taken one of the spare bedrooms instead of sleeping face first on my desk." Bit of a grin.

[eiattu_pride]

"I was comfortable?"

Rueful grin.

[fighting_mad]

She rolls her eyes. "I'm sure. You did manage to sleep until 0930, though." She sniffs, salutes him with the mug of caf. "Good job."

[eiattu_pride]

"...0930?"

Well, shit.

"I think I missed an appointment."

[fighting_mad]

"Wasn't that the one with Count Laabann?" With a clear undercurrent of, '...so what, then?'

[eiattu_pride]

"Yes, and he was expecting me."

Sigh.

"What do I tell him?"

[fighting_mad]

"That he should go die?" she suggests sweetly, taking a sip of caf.

[eiattu_pride]

"No."

Sigh.

"You got any more of that caf hanging around?"

[fighting_mad]

"I'll tell you for him, if you want." Plourr loathes Laabann and doesn't exactly make a secret of it. There's a reason he's a founding member of the band of nobles that have taken to calling themselves the loyal opposition.

"Yeah. In the kitchen." She points vaguely in the direction of her chambers' tiny, woefully underequipped kitchen. "And I went down to the palace kitchens to get it, so it doesn't taste like machine oil."

[eiattu_pride]

Rial snickers.

"No thanks, if it's all the same. He may be stupid, but he's got loyal followers, and we can't afford to make enemies."

Wanders off in the direction of the kitchen, "And I hear he's a good hand with a vibroblade."

[fighting_mad]

She laughs. She is not threatened at all by Laabann; he's a pansy.

It takes a moment, but she does sober. "Tell him an earlier meeting ran late."

[eiattu_pride]

"Will do."

Comes back out, cup in hand. Takes a sip, sighs.

"Right. Well, I'll reschedule for this morning."

[fighting_mad]

"Right. You have fun with that." She blows her nose. "As a warning, when you go out there, they're going to laugh at you," she says dryly, with no other explanation.

[eiattu_pride]

"Why?"

Frowns.

[fighting_mad]

"Frei and Unger have been out there all night." Just like Rial.

Her bodyguards had definitely shot her grins when she'd set foot outside this morning. And she'd promptly rolled her eyes, told them they were vaping morons, and dispatched Frei to go get her caf.