Lucius Antonius Alexius

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1. 

   A Most Important Lesson

   Saturday at 06:16 PM

   He had not expected that she had a crisis and needed to talk about it, but honestly, they were going to spend the day together and if she was going to be distracted all day because something else was on her mind... well it wouldn't be very interesting or a lot of fun, would it? He'd rather help her, if he could. Or at least listen. Too few men actually took the time to listen to women. But Alexius was not such a man. He adored them, after all... the women, that is. And the men, some of them, but especially the women. This one needed him too, it seemed. She seemed a bit puzzled when he spoke of how everyone had complications in their lives, but the best thing to do was try and solve the issues if you could. And you could at least try.
   At first she didn't seem too pleased about his question, but then she shifted and told him about her suitor. How he was a good man and she was indecisive. 
   "Sometimes a man needs to be more than just a good man, to be a good husband, I think. Some are satisfied with it. But not all." Definitely not all, or how else would he have such an easy time charming lovely ladies even of the upper classes? If they were satisfied, it wouldn't be so easy. But it was. There were too many men there who were not good men, he knew that for certain. Ovinia then began asking another question, seeming a bit uncertain. He smiled when she did ask though.
   "I have, once. It's many years ago now." Alexius said and felt she wanted more than that, "I had just been freed and needed a wife. So I met Ariella... I think she was about your age, when we got married. She was very beautiful and very sweet." And too good for him. It had been great, especially in the beginning. She had adored him too and been very eager in bed. She wanted to learn and well, how could he not love teaching her everything about pleasure? But being who he was, he eventually began to stray, despite how he cared for her. Especially after their return from Germania. It hadn't been fair, to her, not at all. He hoped that whomever Ovinia would marry, they'd be better to her than Alexius had been to his wife in the end... "Why do you ask?" 
   @Sara
   
2. 

   A Most Important Lesson

   Friday at 10:25 PM

   The arena would be fun and that was the reason why they sat here in this litter. Claiming to be comfortable, but Alexius honestly didn’t know if he thought it really was. It was much easier walking. But he supposed, people who could afford not walking might prefer that. Then they wouldn’t get their slippers or their fancy clothes dirty. Ovinia had very fancy clothes. And a lot on her mind, it would seem. He suggested she told him and she looked at him with surprise, but then sighed. As if the thoughts she had were some she could not avoid and so… why pretend? He already knew, after all.
    Alexius listened quietly to her story. About marriage and a man she liked and a party she had embarrassed herself at. He felt sorry for her, that she had these issues. He wished he could comfort her, but that was impossible with how they’d placed themselves. He thought it through, what she told him.
   “A crisis… that you have to solve.” Was he any good at that? He knew all about wrecked marriages and spouses preferring another lover and all that. She wasn’t married yet. So, the question was… “Life does get complicated sometimes. It happens to everyone.” But everyone preferred it to not happen. Alexius hated complicated things. So he tried to stay away from them. She couldn’t, however. She was a daughter to a father, who sought to marry her off. Maybe to a man she didn’t like? He didn’t know yet.
   “This man you need to make a decision on, is that a suitor?” Alexius then asked, because that was the next obvious question. He felt sorry for her, that she was unable to control her own life. It was so unfair to a pretty girl like her.
   @Sara
   
3. 

   A Most Important Lesson

   Friday at 09:21 PM

   Maybe this was equally awkward for both of them. He should have just said they should walk. Ovinia had squeezed herself into a corner of the litter, keeping a hand on the side of it and the curtain pulled back and she looked out on the streets. Would she rather not be here? But he thought it would interest her. Hopefully it would, once they reached the arena. Then she wouldn't be bored. Then she'd forget that this was kind of weird. But then she suddenly looked up at him, wrapping the palla tighter around her body and said she wasn't herself. She had a lot on her mind.
   "Oh... well..." Alexius wasn't sure what to say, so luckily, she huffed what was kind of an order. Did she really just say that? Alexius was very good at distracting people. He recalled distracting Teutus the day they met and that was quite nice. But of course, Ovinia didn't mean that kind of distraction. Surely she did not. Before he could answer, their legs had touched and she would know something they did that was fun. Was she... curious? What did she mean? Women were amazing, beautiful, stunning, tempting...  and mysterious creatures. 
   "We're going to the arena, that's half the fun. The games." Alexius said, hoping that's what she meant. But honestly he was more curious about what else was on her mind.
   "What's on your mind? If you need to talk... I'm a good listener." Among other things. But that's what she needed, he thought. Someone who would listen to her. And someone who would not lie to her. That's what all women needed, really. And so few men gave that to them. Which was why they'd seek out Alexius. Among other reasons.
   @Sara
   
4. 

   A Most Important Lesson

   Friday at 08:38 PM

   Apparently the invitation to join her in the litter was serious. So he’d not offend her by turning it down, although she gave him a strange look while he imagined himself in a litter. That was moving. Because it was being carried. With him and a beautiful young lady inside. Alexius was almost sure, that if he had a daughter as stunning as Ovinia, he’d not let his unmarried daughter ride in a litter with a man she was not related to. But, here they were.
   She ordered her body slave to walk alongside the litter, which was a comfort, also to Alexius. And to think, this trip had been his own suggestion! But she’d seemed interested and why should he not want to teach her more about gladiators, since she willing to learn? That’s all they were going to do. Gods…
   Ovinia asked more questions then… “I’m not sure how many matches there will be. And to the death… maybe the last one or the last few? But not all of them. It takes time to train a gladiator, so they don’t always fight to the death. It’s usually decided beforehand.” Although sometimes it wasn’t, sometimes it was decided while the fight was going on, by whomever Senator or high and mighty member of the Imperial family who was also present at the game. But he was pretty sure this would be like he just described.
   He watched her as she glanced at the litter, as if waiting for something, and he wasn’t sure what. Did she have dust in her throat? Or… she couldn’t get into the litter herself? That was pretty cute, actually, that she thought she couldn’t do it without help. One of the litter bearers came to her aid then and once she was settled, Alexius moved to climb inside. It really wasn’t very spacious. He chose to sit across from her, leaning against the opposite corner so that he was facing her. Really they might be more comfortable for them both, if she would lean against him. But she would not and she also should not do that.
   “I think I’m comfortable now.” Alexius said with an almost awkward smile to her, “I hope you are too?”
   @Sara
   
5. 

   A Most Important Lesson

   Friday at 07:24 PM

   Alexius was smiling that certain smile at a female slave walking by, she'd looked up at him with surprise when she first came in, and now as she hurried past him, she looked away with a blush. Sweet. Well, he might return here, if he was to escort Ovinia again. Perhaps he should try and get to know the other residents of the house a bit better? That might be interesting. Very interesting. But then Ovinia showed up, beautifully dressed, although perhaps a bit overdressed too, compared at least to anyone else going to the same games. They were the plebian games. But he understood her effort, she wanted to look good and she did, no doubt about that. And as any lady with enough self-conscience, as she had, she said 'ready when you are'. As if he hadn't been ready all the time and had been the one waiting for her. But he smiled and it didn't fade when she mentioned the litter.
   "You want me to ride in the litter?" He said, surprised, as they moved towards the door. Should he say he'd be just fine walking next to the litter? Maybe that would offend her, since she offered and that was kind of an invitation. Did her father approve of them riding in the same litter? Even if it was big enough for two, litters were rarely very large. But he didn't say no to the invitation, he wasn't going to start this off on a bad note. So instead he could answer her question.
   "At first, there will be people warming up the crowd. Entertainment and such. I'm pretty sure my friend Thessala will be fighting there." He said with a fond smile, "And then they'll move on to the actual games. I think Magnus and Ludo are up for the first fight, but you'll probably not remember who's who anyway. Unless they impress you." He said with a grin and a wink and stopped outside the door as they waited for the litter. Should she or he enter first? He had been in a litter before, but that was under different circumstances. And it hadn't been moving. Or, it had. But not because it was carried. But that was not now. That was the past. Ovinia was the present and he'd most likely not be doing what he did back then, with her. He didn't have a death wish at the moment.
   @Sara
   
6. 

   Leave The Door Open

   Friday at 11:59 AM

   Alexius judged that he would have known, if the woman was a wife to Teutus. Surely Teutus would have told him such a thing! And she was a little old anyway, for Teutus at least. Unless Teutus was into that sort of thing and didn’t believe that attractiveness had a certain age – which was what Alexius felt. It didn’t have an age. You could be younger than him or older, but as long as Alexius thought someone were attractive, well… that’s what he’d think. And he could care less about what society thought of such relations. He didn’t belong to anyone. But no… she probably wasn’t his wife. And she stated as much, when she finally spoke.
    Teutus´… mother?!
    That might complicate things. Not that it had to! But well, he just met her, so he didn’t even need to think that far yet. What a fine looking mother though. But before he could say more, she began talking about where Teutus might be. She must have been a slave once, he thought, since he knew Teutus was a freedman and born a slave. But she was here and not dressed like a slave. She must be free. How good for both them.
    “Oh… it’s not early anymore?” He said with a grin, scratching the back of his head, “I think I may have… overslept a little? It got late. But no matter, I’ll get there. I just came knocking because I hoped Teutus might have a bit of bread or something to share, as all I have at home is wine.” He explained and his face lit up in a smile again, “And then I met you! I see where he inherited his good looks from.” Alexius would be the last person to not share such an important fact with someone!
   @Sarah
   
7. 

   A Most Important Lesson

   Friday at 08:20 AM

   Mid-November, during the Ludii Plebeii
   Alexius had been looking forwards to this. Ovinia was a sweet and pretty young woman and her father trusted him too, which was important. Alexius just hoped he could trust himself. Well he could. He was quite sure that he could. Besides, he'd be distracted enough by the fights in the arena, to ignore her beauty. Well not ignore it completely, that would be unfair, but it wouldn't be a big deal. What was a big deal however, was that she had agreed to this idea. Lexus had gone with Alexius to a few games too, but he didn't seem to be so fond of it or interested. Maybe Ovinia would be?
   He’d escorted her once or twice since they met, so she was more familiar with him and hopefully she felt completely safe with him. And she would today too, as he was he taking her to something she might not have been to before. The Plebian Games, which also included both theatre and competitions. They were held each year, but were mostly for the common people of Rome. But it was fun and interesting and maybe it would even be healthy for a noble lady like Ovinia to try this out. Besides, she was with Alexius. What could go wrong?
    He didn’t know whether they’d make her travel through Rome in a litter or by foot, but nonetheless, he stood outside her family domus and knocked on the door. He was dressed well, in his favorite crimson tunica and dark breeches and a cloak around his shoulders. He was a freedman, so he didn’t wear a toga. Patiently he waited in the atrium for Ovinia to arrive, after a slave let him inside.
   @Sara
   
8. 

   Second time luckier?

   Thursday at 08:28 AM

   When you were born free and enslaved as a child, it could go two ways. Either you'd not remember freedom or deliberately forget about it, because that was just easier, when you were a kid. Or you'd remember it and not understand why some people had to rule over others like that. And own others. Alexius had always hated being a slave, even as a kid. He'd yearned for freedom for as long as he could remember. And since he was freed, the only time he owned slaves was when he was a lanista. And technically they were not his slaves, since he was still employed by his former master. He also experienced how they had a hard time suddenly having him as their superior, when he used to be one of them. He hated they had to be punished. He too knew what it was like to be beaten for not following orders from your owners. No, owning slaves was not for him. He remembered everything about it far too vividly.
   But of course, Teutus grew up as a different kind of slave in a different kind of home. He had probably never been beaten or tasted the whip, he'd never been silenced like Alexius had. His experience was different. But still, Alexius tried to brush over it, because he knew Teutus would be a good master. He just had to be. Else Alexius wasn't sure he could work for him and he wanted to believe that he could.
   Teutus looked surprised at Alexius' statement and then said he had to do it, because there were certain expectations to him and of course he could hire free security guards for the warehouse. Alexius smiled, "I may do that. I know a few who might be up for the task." Former gladiators like himself would be useful. They had arrived at the warehouse now and Teutus pointed it out. 
   "That would be a good start." Alexius said, looking at the building, "It's big. And it's yours." He smiled, "You must be pleased." 
   @Sharpie
   
9. 

   Leave The Door Open

   November 30

   Alexius waited patiently, he was used to Teutus opening the door, but the younger man was constantly busy with his business and it might be one the recently bought slaves, who opened the door. No matter, surely Teutus was at home at this hour? What hour was it? Was it actually early? Or maybe it wasn’t, since he woke up alone in the bed and Lexus was already gone. Oh well, he’d get on with the day soon enough. As soon as he had a bit to eat and a bit more to drink. And maybe stopped by a thermae too.
    It took a short while before the door was opened, but then it was, by none other than a most gorgeous woman with dark hair and friendly, grey eyes. She even wore a blue stola. Who was this? Not that her age mattered at all, but she looked a bit old to be a wife to Teutus, didn’t she? But she certainly wasn’t a slave either.
    Meanwhile, she seemed to look him over too and finally broke the silence by speaking. Right, he had come here for… something! To eat, something to eat! That was the purpose!
    He met her eyes as she looked up at him, “I hope so?” He suggested with a charming grin, “I actually hoped to find Teutus here, but I don’t know if he’s at home?” Alexius tried to look past her for a moment, as if he thought Teutus would pop up, but of course he didn’t and he returned his gaze to the lady, “I’m Alexius, by the way. I’m both his friend and employee.” Just so she knew who he was, in case she was suspicious by him showing up here. He cursed the fact that he just tossed yesterday’s tunica over the head, instead of putting on something proper before he came here.
   @Sarah
   
10. 

    For Crying Out Loud

    November 30

    Alexius would argue that he was at least as good a guard as any slave, because he had his freedom and he chose to do the work he did. No one ordered him to. He could turn it down. So that he chose to agree with it, that he chose to say yes to the job… that meant he would be loyal to whomever paid him for his work.
     He promised Ovinia’s father he’d take good care of her and get her through Rome safely – and then, because he felt bad about talking about Ovinia without including her in the conversation… he did just that. But she seemed surprised and uncertain and looked to her father, who didn’t want her out and about in Rome when there was a madman on the lose. Alexius could only agree with that statement! Ovinia did not need more such… incidents.
     Poor Ovinia though, she was having trouble with the conversation. It always was harder to speak to young ladies in front of their fathers, they never dared to speak their mind. But then she agreed to the idea and her father was more than pleased.
     “I promise I will not invade on your privacy.” Alexius said to her, hoping he could keep that promise. She was pretty. And sweet. But he tried hard to not touch women unless they wanted him to. Else they’d slap him, like Charis did. Sweet Charis… but that was not the current situation.
     “Please, I am a freedman now. Lucius Antonius Alexius. I prefer Alexius though.” He corrected her father, “And I don’t have my schedule on me, but I’ll ask my employer tomorrow and send a messenger to you?” He suggested then, because that would be easiest. Alexius never really cracked the code for writing and reading, he could do a little, but not much. Using a messenger boy was far easier than writing a note, so he’d do that.
    @Sara
    

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1. 

   A Most Important Lesson

   Started by Lucius Antonius Alexius · Friday at 08:20 AM

   Mid-November, during the Ludii Plebeii
   Alexius had been looking forwards to this. Ovinia was a sweet and pretty young woman and her father trusted him too, which was important. Alexius just hoped he could trust himself. Well he could. He was quite sure that he could. Besides, he'd be distracted enough by the fights in the arena, to ignore her beauty. Well not ignore it completely, that would be unfair, but it wouldn't be a big deal. What was a big deal however, was that she had agreed to this idea. Lexus had gone with Alexius to a few games too, but he didn't seem to be so fond of it or interested. Maybe Ovinia would be?
   He’d escorted her once or twice since they met, so she was more familiar with him and hopefully she felt completely safe with him. And she would today too, as he was he taking her to something she might not have been to before. The Plebian Games, which also included both theatre and competitions. They were held each year, but were mostly for the common people of Rome. But it was fun and interesting and maybe it would even be healthy for a noble lady like Ovinia to try this out. Besides, she was with Alexius. What could go wrong?
    He didn’t know whether they’d make her travel through Rome in a litter or by foot, but nonetheless, he stood outside her family domus and knocked on the door. He was dressed well, in his favorite crimson tunica and dark breeches and a cloak around his shoulders. He was a freedman, so he didn’t wear a toga. Patiently he waited in the atrium for Ovinia to arrive, after a slave let him inside.
   @Sara
   
2. 

   Leave The Door Open

   Started by Lucius Antonius Alexius · November 29

   Early August, 76 AD
    Well lately had been eventful! It wasn’t like he was bored at all with the job he had with Teutus, the warehouse gave him plenty to do. And then he happened upon Ovinia, such a beautiful young woman in need of a proper guard, and he’d escorted her home. And now her father would pay him to escort her out from time to time too. But he liked not being bored and he liked meeting interesting, intelligent people. And who wouldn’t like to spend some time in the company of a lady like Ovinia, even if he should not think further than to actually guarding her. Not with his entire body. Only if he needed to.
    Gods, what a night it had been! He stretched in his bed. The company he had for the night had already left, he probably had to go to work, and Alexius was alone. Lexus usually also left early for his job and he had it all to himself. He wandered out to splash a bit of cold water in his face and emptied a cup of wine that stood on the table, although it had turned sour over the night. Oh well, a bit of wine was better than nothing, best not to let it go to waste, right?
    But he was hungry and had little to eat with the wine, so what to do about that? He tossed a tunica over his head and left the small insula. He didn’t feel like going down to the street just yet, so knocking on some door to ask if they’d share some morning bread with him was the next best thing. And he had many friends in the house now. First he considered Didia, but decided she too would be busy working now. Maybe Teutus was at home?
    He ran both hands through his hair to try and set it, although it probably didn’t work, and then he went knocking on Teutus’ door. He had a larger insula than Alexius had, and he knew Teutus bought some slaves recently… maybe it would be one of them, answering the door?  
   @Sarah
   
3. 

   For Crying Out Loud

   Started by Lucius Antonius Alexius · October 25

   Late July, 76 AD
   The warehouse was nice and secure now. Teutus had already gone home a while ago and Alexius made sure the other guards knew their duties for the night. He’d been there the two previous nights and now he’d really like to get some sleep. Certain doors were locked and the guards would keep the rest of the warehouse and the goods safe. So home he went. Lexus was probably already at home, but Alexius would want some food on the way, possibly some wine, so he took a shortcut to a street where he knew there were some good thermopolia.
    It was already getting dark though, so he’d have to hurry. While he could keep himself safe, he really didn’t need a fight tonight and he thought he could do with a good meal and some rest instead. So he’d just hurry home before he ended himself in a brawl or something. Not that a brawl wasn’t sometimes a good thing. He found he almost enjoyed it at times, and he often met such interesting people during or afterwards!
    He rounded a corner, he was getting close to the good street, when he saw someone else up ahead on the somewhat dark street he walked on now. There were two people, walking relatively close to each other, a woman by the looks of it and a cloaked figure not far behind her. Maybe a domina and her slave or guard? That’s what he suspected anyway. Nothing strange about that. But they weren’t walking the same way as he, because when the street split into two, Alexius walked one way and the two others the other way. It wouldn’t be long now, before he’d reach one of his favorite thermopolia. That’s when he heard a yell from the other direction.
   @Sara
   
4. 

   Second time luckier?

   Started by Teutus Quinctilius Varus · July 30

   Well, their earlier conversation had gone less than swimmingly, thanks to Charis' presence - not that Teutus blamed her. If he'd known she was there, he wouldn't have turned up there himself, at least not until she'd left to return home.
   He sighed to himself; he really needed to get a slave so that he didn't have to do all the wandering around Rome himself. Even if he had a slave, though, he'd most likely have to make this trip himself, this was not the sort of conversation or discussion he felt he could trust to a slave, not this early on in proceedings. Anyway, they lived in the same insula, and he wasn't damn lazy enough that he couldn't climb a few stairs from his apartment (several rooms on the first floor, and far too big for just him - but his father had insisted!) to Alexius', two floor above.
   So it was just a few minutes later that he found himself knocking on Alexius' door, hoping that he wasn't disturbing anything untoward this time.
    
   @Atrice
   
5. 

   Clueless

   Started by Azarion · July 30

   August 76 AD
   It had been ten month. Ten months since Safinia was murdered. A lot had changed in that time: Azarion had grown taller and stronger, turned eighteen years old, and was now a charioteer for the Whites rather than a stable boy. He was learning to write to communicate, and he was treated well, if sternly, by his dominus. Rome had a new caesar. And yet, in a way, it felt like time had been standing still all this time.
   They never caught the man who murdered Safinia. No one even seemed to care. The sensation had long died off, and no one was much inspired to look into the death of a kitchen girl. But Azarion missed her. She had been a friend, someone who rolled her eyes at him but acknowledged him as a person anyway. And the gods had to be angry, that no one was punished for her death. Sometimes Azarion wondered if her spirit was lingering, waiting for someone to bring justice to her murdered. Sometimes he wished he could talk to her.
   It was late afternoon now, the training had ended for the day. Once again, Azarion had slipped out the back door of the stables, and made his way to the alley where the mudered had happened ten months before. Any clues that might have been left were long gone now, and he had been over trying to imagine the sequence of events a million times. Still, he did it again. It was not like he had anything better to do.
   @Atrice
   
6. 

   It's All Fun and Games

   Started by Lucius Antonius Alexius · June 18

   June 30th, 76 AD
   Alexius life had not been going according to the plan lately. Not that he ever really had a plan, but lately, things had just taken a wrong turn. Not that it was all entirely bad, not that he was bored or didn’t have any lovers or anything like that, but he’d been feeling strange. He couldn't really explain it. All he could hope was that tonight might help. It was now about half a year ago, that he went to talk to Thessala, or rather, let it all out in a good spar with her, that he found out about the event. Thessala had heard rumors that the gang who ran the Domus Venus were considering to put up a day and night of entertainment. A private night, an exclusive night and it wouldn’t just be the kind of entertainment that the Venus was famous for. No, it would be all sorts of things. Including gladiatorial games. It was going to be a big event! 
    That was the first time he heard about it, back when Thessala told him what she'd heard. Then a month or so, he was invited to talk to them. It came out of the blue and he didn’t know what they wanted, it wasn’t like he wanted to be a bouncer at the Venus! Brothels were not really his thing, not at all, in fact. He always felt so bad for the women and men and boys and girls working there, forced to sleep with anyone instead of being able to choose, like he did. But the Venus didn’t want him to become a bouncer or a guard, no… they wanted to see him fight in an arena. And wondered if he’d fight a woman. Because they had managed to get a deal with a ludus about one of their most fierce and famous gladiatrices. With that, they gained his interest and then they also offered plenty of coin for his efforts. 
   Alexius always felt like he was in need of coin. Good wine wasn’t entirely cheap, after all. And to always have food and wine in the home to offer guests, well, that was not cheap either. So he agreed to the deal. He’d fight as a gladiator again. Purely for entertainment, there would be no Caesar there to say one should live and one should die. They could draw blood, of course, and one would win and another would lose, but killing was not on the menu for the evening. You couldn't continue entertaining people if you were dead, after all... 
    It was now a year since the most recent earthquake and apparently that was the perfect occasion to celebrate. He hadn’t really fought in an arena since he was freed, but everyone knew he’d never forgotten about it and he had even at times considered returning, for real, and not just for one night only. That’s what this was though. Now, he could barely wait. He'd worked hard and exercised to return to his former strength - and here he was. Dressed and armored as he’d been in the past, as a Murmillo… walking through the tunnel underneath the seats, the tunnel that led to the private arena. The tunnel that led to the roar of the crowd and a proper fight against a proper opponent. He couldn't help but smile.
   @Chevi @Sara @Sharpie @Liv
   
7. 

   Moving in

   Started by Aia · March 21

   Early 76CE
   The insula was definitely not as fancy a living space as a villa, but it was a step up from a military camp, and a lot less awkward than the Castra. After long months of meeting at taverns and hidden places, Aia and Decimus finally concluded that they needed their own place inside the city, even if neither of them could permanently move in just yet. Eventually, they would have a house. At least, Aia had her eyes set on a house now that she was to be a proper Roman wife. But for now, and insula apartment would have to do. And they found one for rent, in a place that was not horribly suspect. 
   Honestly they did not have a lot of stuff to move in. But Decimus had a day off from his praetorian duties, so Aia was excited to spend it together, exploring their new apartment. And hopefully making it more comfortable. Maybe breaking in the bed. Who knew.
   The two of them stood at the bottom of the stairs of the building; Aia was carrying a basket of some pots and utensils and food, while she had passed on a larger bundle of bedding and cleaning supplies to Decimus. People were coming and going. Some of those people were likely their future neighbors.
   "Well... let's see what it's like on the inside, shall we?"
   @Sains @Atrice
   
8. 

   Coincidence or Fate?

   Started by Lucius Antonius Alexius · March 2

   January, 76 AD
   Alexius just needed a break – and a drink! He’d been working for some senator the last few days, apparently the man had fallen out with a gang and wanted extra protection, so Alexius was luckily at the right place at the right time to protect the man. It would seem that the problems had settled now and Alexius would be out tomorrow, looking for something new to do. Tonight though, he got his payment for the job and he had plenty both to pay his landlord, food for him and Lexus… and for a night on the town. Working shady jobs for senators usually paid well!
   And who knew what would happen on such a night? It wasn’t so warm though, but sometimes that meant a good chance to find someone to stay warm with. Alexius was hopeful, both when it came to the amount of drink he planned to have and also when it came to someone to keep him company. He just hadn’t found them yet, but the night was young. He wore his regular clothes, just a crimson tunica and short breeches and a belt – and a cloak, of course, to stay warm until he found someone to keep entertained.
   He soon enough found himself entering Bacchus’ Cup, which he often just referred to as Bellona’s, since she was an old friend of his and fellow freed gladiator – or gladiatrix, since she was a woman. She greeted him happily when he entered and Alexius found a seat where he could watch the door. This was one of his favorite places to go out in Rome. Soon enough a jar of wine stood before him and he filled the first cup to the rim and downed half of it in one go. Then he leaned back against the wall behind him – what did this night have in store for him? He looked towards the doorway and saw a striking brunette enter the place – and it would appear that she was alone. Alexius smiled, hoping she’d look his way.
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9. 

   Just One Night [M]

   Started by Charis · December 26, 2020

   December 18th, 75AD
   Charis did not look as nice as she had when she had left the domus. The walk across the city with its riotous crowds for the second day of Saturnalia, only to be turned away at the door and directed to an insula not a fifteen minute walk from her starting point had left her flustered and tired. Still! She was out, and even with the jostling crowds she felt relaxed.
   She had celebrated the first night of the festival in the domus as was traditional with a meal and that awkward role-swap, and she had tried to ignore the feelings of dread it had brought up. She had conceived her son - she was sure of it - exactly a year ago yesterday and she had spent the evening tense and worried that she'd be summoned in for a repeat, but it hadn't happened. Actually, in the past two months - since the midwife had assured her she had healed and was ready for...life (as she so delicately put it) Tertius hadn't called for her. Maybe he had lost interest, since she had his son? She could only hope (perhaps naively). But then again, they were getting on better and he was being kinder. Maybe things were looking up?
   Regardless, the night had passed without incident but given it was a days-long festival she had managed to persuade her dominus to let her out for two of the subsequent evenings. The first was to visit 'Aia' and attend a show, the second would be spent with Cynane - two days from now. How or why Tertius was so generous, she didn't know, but she wasn't complaining. After a few sad goodbyes to her son - dozing in Rhoda's arms, she had left the domus and set off into the night - the first time she'd been out alone in months. She'd worn a plain and serviceable tunica but had done her hair in pretty braids with a few loose strands to frame her face. She felt almost entirely like her old safe - tired more easily, but otherwise returned to her figure and moods as before. She felt at peace. And she wanted to celebrate that feeling.
   She finally drew to the exterior of the insula, breathless, with flushed cheeks. It had been over two hours since she had initially set off and her throat felt scratchy and dry from lack of drink, and a chill had seeped into her bones (even she could admit Rome got cold in the winter)! Trying to tidy herself up as she climbed up the stairs, her legs feeling like lead, until she finally drew to the door which she was informed, belonged to her friend. She knocked twice and stood back. She swore to the Gods that if he wasn't home after all of this effort...!
    
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10. 

    Two freedmen walk into a bar

    Started by Teutus Quinctilius Varus · November 17, 2020

    31st August 75 after 
    Teutus hadn't been able to face staying to see any more after Tertius had picked Charis' baby up and given him a name, and a legitimacy that Teutus would never have. 
    He had wandered Rome for a while before finding himself outside a popina on the Via Lata. He had enough money on him for a drink or several. He wasn't about to drink himself senseless, but he definitely didn't want to stay sober. He could face up to his future later on, but right now he was hurting too badly. 
    "I'll take a jug, thanks," he said to the proprietor, and sighed,shifting up a bit so as to make room for someone else to order as well.
     
    @Atrice
    

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