Ovinia Camilla

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Cerealia: Grand Finale

Started by Tiberius Claudius Sabucius · Tuesday at 09:43 AM

April 77AD
A week of celebrations had marked the Roman Empire's honouring of Ceres, goddess of agriculture, in celebration of the sprouting of the cereal crops and probability that, this year, the Empire would not starve. There had been races, feasts, parties, theatre and of course the parading and garlanding of the statue of Ceres herself, to the sound of the priests' incantations. Now it was time for the culmination of the celebrations, the great games at the Colosseum. Beginning on the evening of the last day and running into the night, the event - and the entire Colosseum - was lit by torches, lending an earie, flickering light to the events below. And, to be frank, the faces around them. At least Tiberius knew and trusted those who gathered around him.
As per tradition, the captured foxes had been set loose, burning brands tied to their tails, to run in terror through patches of old hay in the middle of the arena, representing the gain of the upcoming harvest, setting these too alight as they brushed past them. Eventually the flames died down and those foxes who had not already died of burns were swiftly despatched by a handful of gladiators with gladii. The dead vermin were cleared away and the charred hay raked from the sand in preparation for the next spectacle. There would be the usual gladiator matches eventually, but there was something else planned first; something important.
Once the sand was raked clear the slaves exited, leaving only one gate open into the arena. Through that gate was pushed a man, wearing no more than a loincloth. He was no famous enemy, captured on the battlefield and brought here to show the might of Rome. He was a criminal, and one who had wronged the wrong people. Most probably wouldn't even know him, but those who did might recognise the face of Marcus Barbatius, the bloody barber. The gate through which he'd been pushed closed, and for a moment the man was alone on the sands in the torchlight.
A grating noise signalled the opening of two other gates, but these weren't ones used by people, save on rare occasions. These ones led to the beast pens. Shapes slunk through the gates, initially visible only in silhouette, but large and undeniably feline. As they drew into the light, one showed a sandy pelt and thick mane about it's large head, whilst the other had a more orange pelt, marked with black stripes. Large eyes gleamed in the torchlight, as the gathered crowd began to stamp it's feet.
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What Little I Know [M]

Started by Ovinia Camilla · September 6

Three days after 'Everything's Changing', early March 77AD
Ovinia sank into the warm water, letting her eyes drift shut as it eased her sore muscles and soothed inflamed skin. She enjoyed the luxury of the Thermae Aventini, having used cheaper and more distant baths in the immediate aftermath of her injuries when they were still red raw and stitched. But now, nearing three months later, the two injuries - a long neat line down her scapula and a smaller, deeper puckered line on her hip bone were beginning to turn the softer pink of wounds healing. They were not white yet, but the medicus assured her that would come with time. And she had purposefully chosen a quieter time of day to attend so nobody would draw her into conversation and enquire about her provenance. The sun had set recently and it was the hour of cena but that didn't matter to her. It was also cheaper to attend now and a few of the women she could hear chattering had accents which suggested they weren't senatore. She tried her best to stave off irritation at them.
She felt relaxed here, for the first time in days - the first time since that night in the insula - four nights ago now, where it had all happened. Her meeting with Tiberius was two days away on the nones and she had fitful slumber ahead of it. It was why she spent so much coin here - getting the skin of her face freshened with lotions, having her hair washed and braided and pinned up as she took in the warm bath with rosehip and her body smoothed with pumice as she did every month. She felt refreshed, and for once, content as she drifted close to the side, her eyes still shut, enjoying the lapping of the warm water and the soft sounds of a musician somewhere - her notes filtering over the chatter of the few women here. Maybe things would be okay. Just maybe.

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Who waits forever anyway?

Started by Lucius Antonius Alexius · July 30

March, 77 AD
Fuck.
Why could he not just have fallen in love with some plebian girl or even a freedwoman, just as he was a freedman? But no, it had to be a Patrician woman. And even a Patrician woman, whose brother had been Consul not long ago and whom herself had been a Vestal Virgin until not so long ago. First she’d stopped being a Vestal. And the virgin thing, well Alexius had everything to do with that ending for her too. And what a night it had been. Just one night! But he wanted more and that meeting in the library was almost more than he could stand.
Alexius found himself working more. Spending more hours by the warehouse, so that hopefully once he did go home, he’d be tired enough to just sleep. Instead of spending less hours, so that he could go out and find someone to share his bed with. Not that he hadn’t also done that. But it just wasn’t the same anymore. He kept wishing it was her. Gods, he’d put her on a pedestal, had he not? And now all he wanted was her. So he’d stopped trying to make other people distract him, because it didn’t work. Was it fair that he was sharing pleasure with a woman and then closing his eyes, seeing Calpurnia’s face instead of the one he was with? No, it wasn’t fair to anyone. So he had to stop. Yet he could not have the woman he wanted the most. And it wasn't like his longing for pleasure died out. But he didn't want anyone but her, not really. It was all more fucked up than anything he’d ever tried before.
Lexus had also noticed the change. He’d commented on how quiet the flat had become. Not that he thought it was bad. But he said he worried for Alexius. Who just rolled his eyes and would down some more wine, because what else could he do? He didn’t want his son to worry.
Another night on the town it is. He couldn’t work late every night. Alexius found one of his favorite taverns and downed some wine. Then some more. He ended up being very drunk. At some point late at night, he’d begin walking home. Now he did feel tired. He sat down on some steps in front of a temple to rest. And apparently, he fell asleep there. Right until the sun rose on the sky and people began roaming at the Forum again. Right until someone would see him there and decide to try and wake him up.
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What a Coincidence

Started by Ovinia Camilla · July 25

April, 77AD
The stage was set and the plans were in place and now all that had to happen was for Lucius not to be late and Sosia to be her perfectly charming, bright, sunny self. Ovinia smoothed out the silk of her chiton over her knees as she sat in the garden, waiting. She'd sent a letter to her friend a few days prior asking her round for a drink and a catch-up. Entirely innocent. Entirely a ruse. The slave was ready and prepped to come in claiming some emergency via a letter that she had to deal with right away...just as her brother showed up to keep their guest entertained for a few moments...or potentially longer. It depended how Ovinia felt the conversation was going. She hoped well - her brother was the sweetest of them all, and relaxed enough that she thought he might appreciate a woman with the vibrancy and well...happiness of Sosia.
That was if she wasn't still mourning the deceased Senator she had rumoured to be engaged to. Ovinia shoved the thought, the man and the memories of the night of his murder far, far from his mind. Instead she absently rearranged the fruits and other treats laid out on a small table before the bench she was sitting on. A slave came through not long after informing her that Sosia was here. Ovinia nodded and bid them to bring her through into the gardens. It wasn't the warmest season by a long shot but the weather was sunny and pleasant and Ovinia had spent far too long cramped up indoors of late. She stood as her friend approached, a wide smile on her face and moved to embrace her. "You look beautiful." She said as she pulled back, grinning. "I hope you're in the mood for wine and gossip?"

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Everything's changing

Started by Lucius Manius Victorius Roscianus · July 19

February 77AD (The day after The Night Shift)
Lucius took a deep breath as he walked up to the Ovinius Camillus household, trying to compose himself. He was wearing a clean vigiles uniform, signaling that he was here in an official capacity. Last time he'd crossed the threshold, he had been visiting Ovinia just after the attack; the time before that... had been the fire on Saturnalia. Maybe third time was the charm. At least, this time he had good news.
The doorman escorted him into the atrium, and reported his arrival to Ovinia's father. Lucius glanced around, but didn't see her anywhere. She already knew what had happened. She had been there, as the clean bandage on his arm attested. He had not seen her since; by the time he got back from Tiberius, she had gone home.
"Salve" he greeted the senator as he made an appearance. "I have news."
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Out for a Day

Started by Ovinia Camilla · July 3

March 77AD
Ovinia was not much of a rider. She knew how to do it of course, but it wasn't a favourite past time - she far preferred visiting her friends, the gardens of Rome, the temples...but she also needed time away from Rome, space and air and no dark shadows where men and their knives could lurk. The man had been apprehended a few days prior but that was not enough. He should have been in the Tiber by now, and the weight that pressed against her shoulders and her chest might have lifted...but she had lost the vote and now he'd face a trial. She'd face a trial and be forced to weather the outcome whatever it was. She gulped in another breath and kicked her heels into the flanks of her horse, pressing him faster. She heard her guard yell in protest but she cared not.
She had only been riding for a few hours and as she crested a small hill she swore she could still see the smoke and dirt of the city behind her. She wanted it to disappear, just for a day, just for a moment, but she and her horse needed a rest and so she paused him on the crest, breathing deeply, letting her eyes drift shut and waiting for her escort - her guard and Lucia, to catch up with her. She shouldn't have gone so fast but...it was exhilarating. It made her forget. She heard the familiar beat of hooves on packed dirt and fluttered her eyes open but the voice that greeted her wasn't her guard, nor Lucia and she gripped the reins tighter in momentary panic.

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Cerealia: A Day at the Races

Started by Tiberius Claudius Sabucius · June 25

Mid April 77AD
It was mid April and the weather was warming, trees were blossoming, and most importantly the first green sprouts of wheat from the grain which had been planted earlier in the season had been confirmed in the fields; the grain was fertile and growing and Rome would not starve. Ceres' blessing was on them for another year. In celebration, as was traditional each year, sacrifices of pork, wheat, salt, and incense had been offered to Ceres. Her statue had been draped in garlands of spring flowers and ceremonially paraded from her temple to the Circus Maximus, where she held the seat of honour next to Caesar himself, who sat in the Goddess's presence. There were to be races today, not of the chariots of which Romans were so fond, but of horses, in the more traditional form. Their riders would goad their individual steeds around the track, whilst the spectators looked on.
Imperial Area
Immediately below where Titus sat with the decorated statue of of Ceres was the space reserved for the rest of the Imperials. Tiberius occupied this area, cool under a cloth canopy, clad purely in white as was traditional; a bright tunica and toga candida. Immediately about him there was space who those whom he had invited; family of course but also the younger generation of the Senatorial class, both male and female, whilst the more senior Senatores and their wives had space reserved to either side of the Imperials, within conversation range should they desire. It was an arrangement intended to demonstrate openness and largesse, whilst also allowing his own generation - stunted somewhat by the chaos of the purges - to meet, mingle and forge their own friendships and alliances.
As he watched the stands gradually fill, Tiberius wondered whether he would be able to spot Jason's cousin in the race.
What it feels like

Started by Pinaria Gaia · June 6

Set right after Judge and Jury
Pinaria had also been hurt by their attacker, but Ovinia was younger and seemed to take it worse. Maybe he had been worse with her. Pinaria escaped with a cut on her arm, thanks to Spurius, but others might not have been so lucky. And Pinaria was strong. Or she tried to be. She had to be, for her son’s sake. Now, she had to be, for Ovinia’s sake. So she’d gone to her after the younger woman’s outburst, and Ovinia looked at her and Pinaria led her away towards a place where they could sit. Ovinia was stuttering with a weak voice…
"He...he hurt me. I-I wanted him to under-understand what it felt like..."
Pinaria nodded, “I know. He hurt me too. And I’m sure they will make him understand.” She promised with a firm, yet soft voice, while looking at Ovinia. The other woman seemed pretty shaken after what just happened and Pinaria was good at comforting other people.
“But you… have to make sure you don’t fall to his level. You’re better than he is. You’re more than he is. You’re… not a killer.” At least she hoped not. She didn’t think so.
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Judge and Jury

Started by Aia · May 29

77 AD
(Right after Whoever brings the night)
Aia was sitting on a chair in the apartment she and Decimus had only recently vacated. No one had moved into it yet, so it was mostly empty. And thus, and excellent place to stash the piece of shit they had just apprehended. While Aia would not have minded just stabbing him right in the alley, Alexius claimed he didn't deserve that. He deserved worse. She liked that idea.
It seemed that a whole lot of people had a bone to pick with this man. Everyone ran everywhere, carrying to news, leaving Aia to get patched up by Theodorus while the two of them waited for the rest to return. Aia had her largest kitchen knife at hand, just in case. And Theo was there to make sure she didn't just stab the man anyway.
Aia frowned, drinking from a cup of unwatered wine as Theo bandaged her wound. It was deep, but not serious; he stitched her up, which hurt like a bitch, and put her in a foul mood. The man on the ground was still unconscious, although he groaned sometimes. Alexius had done a thorough job tying him up like a prize hog, and Theo had helped gag him in case he woke up. He was not going anywhere anytime soon. Or maybe ever.
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The Gift of Conversation

Started by Ovinia Camilla · May 28

March 77AD
Ovinia rose a hand to shield her gaze from the sun as she glanced around the courtyard of warehouses. People bustled in and out of all of them, slaves with tablets around their throats and arms laden with goods, overseers with easy grins to her and her slave (at least until they saw her male slave keeping dutiful watch) and richer looking merchants all in a hurry. The smells of rich spices combined with that particular smell off of the Tiber in Spring made her cover her mouth with the edge of her palla. She didn't know whether she was early or Teutus was late, but she'd sent word two days before that she was on the look out for a gift for her mother and wanted to know if his business had anything suitable.
She'd liked Teutus during that slightly peculiar conversation almost a year ago now, foisted on them by their respective fathers. Praetors and schemers both. Fortunately Gaius Ovinius Camillus Major was an astute politician (no surprises) and had deftly manoeuvred away from any suggestion of a match between the pair of them. A freedman would never do, after all and soon enough she had been distracted with another Gaius entirely...until that had ended about as successfully as her match with Teutus had done. Still, despite all of that, he seemed a decent man with a good head on his shoulders and taking Tiberius and Lucius' advice to heart that it was good to get to know other classes of people within the city, she'd reached out to him to make the appointment.
"Domina." Her slavegirl gestured as the lean figure of Teutus appeared and she dropped her rich blue palla, a warm smile on her face. "Salve Teutus. It's good to see you again, I hope my request hasn't inconvenienced you?"

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