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Spurius Antius Claudus As he half expected, once she was given permission, Ione was asleep in moments. Spurius lay curled behind her, enjoying her warmth and the feel of her, thinking about how he might like her next visit to his domus to go. He wouldn't sleep himself, but rather timed his 'visit' by that of the fellow who audibly arrived in the next cubicle, and then audibly arrived in quite a different manner. Spurius gave them the luxury of a few more minutes, before gently shaking the woman in front of him. "Ione." It was time for him to conclude his business with Armenius, and much as he might not have used Ione's time as the man might have expected, he'd enjoyed it. @Sara

Publius Horatius Justinus Publius regarded Ovinia thoughtfully when she asked of his preference in Aedile roles, and took that question seriously. Clearly she had an understanding of the office, though given her father that was perhaps not too surprising. An intelligent woman would easily learn such things. "Augustus gave over the majority of the responsibilities around organising the games to the Praetors," he said with a nod in her father's direction. "My own preference would be responsibility for maintenance of the city and public decency." Which was perhaps the most boring role from some people's point of view, but as well as his own understanding of the necessity of good foundations for society, he'd learned a lot from his brother in law Aulus. "Without safe buildings, good housing and management of crime, society is not in a position to truly enjoy good food and entertainment." The Gods knew he'd seen what could happen in a poorly run military camp, which was why the legions were so strict on their soldiers. Admittedly the explanation of his reason was more for Gaius's benefit than Ovinia's; the games were high profile and a good opportunity to spend lavishly to secure votes and support, but Publius intended to serve well as well as advance his own career, much as he had in the military. Having decided that he required a wife, Publius was attending to the matter in his usual manner; with military precision and efficiency. It would perhaps have been more usual to simply spend time with the young woman on the first meeting, see how he felt about her, but he knew all too well that it was far too much to expect the kind of attraction he'd felt for Lucia a second time, and that to search around, waiting for it, would leave him old and lonely. Better to take a practical approach, and surely a young woman like Ovinia, almost too old to be seeking her first husband, would also see the benefits of practicality? That didn't mean that he wasn't open to the growth of affection between them, but that was not his starting point. Thus he instead got fairly briskly to the point, laying out that his wife would be stepping into her own household to run, something many young women waited for, for years. Much to his satisfaction, Ovinia seemed to feel the same way. Her father explained that her sister in law was ready to step in, and the young woman then went on to ask what else he sought in a future wife. The question drew a brief, curt smile and nod of acknowledgement. "In addition to being able to run a household, I am looking for good family, good manners, sensibility and respectability." He said bluntly, since she'd asked. "I look for a woman who can one day be mater familias of the Horatii-Justini," as he'd once thought Lucia would, "and who can provide a good role model for my children. I'm sure that you are aware that I have a son and a daughter already; Spurius is sixteen, and Lucia Gaia is twelve." So there would be a reasonable gap between his daughter and her new step mother. "Having taken his toga last year, Spurius will be embarking on the cursus honorum the year after next, starting with the vigintiviri and then the military." And there lay the risk. Even for one of high birth, one was expected to face battle and learn through experience in the legions. Not all of those sons came home. "He is my only son, and as such I also seek a wife who could give me another." Surely with three brothers, Ovinia understood the importance of such insurance. "Should anything befall Spurius, my second son would of course become my heir." He said quietly, spelling it out. "And should the Gods be kind, any children my new wife gives me will be afforded the best education and future - career or marriage - possible." He fully intended to take care of any daughters as well, of course. Lucia Gaia was a delight, even though she reminded him of her mother. He watched the young woman thoughtfully, trying to gauge her reaction to his words. "So tell me, what would Ovinia Camilla hope for in a marriage?" Was there something particular she desired? A garden to design, travel to the provinces, children, a bevy of slaves at her command? If the desire was reasonable he saw no reason not to grant it. @Sara

Tiberius Claudius Sabucius And there it was, the scar on her shoulder. A mark that Ovinia would bear for the rest of her life, regardless what happened to her attacker. The thought helped confirm in Tiberius's eyes that he was taking the right path in hearing this matter himself, however uncomfortable circumventing the usual course of justice made him. W-weigh the evidence... Ovinia choked for a moment, the catch in her voice, normally so smooth, obvious to his ears, adding to the invisible weight that already felt heavy on his shoulders. As he paused by her chair she was suddenly on her feet, all but in his face, her expression pained, upset, her words like a slap. If you do not make the correct judgement, or if news of this gets out, I will not have a life. Tiberius drew a deep breath, not the kind to react in anger. "I know." He said quietly. A moment later, with a few words of praise for Jason, she was gone. In that brief space of quiet with just his body slave present, Tiberius let his head hang, taking a deeper breath to stay the emotions that threatened to wash over him, forced to face Ovinia not as her friend but as a distant magistrate. That done, he schooled his expression again, returned to his curule seat, and nodded to Jason. He was ready to interview his next witness. @Sara@Sharpie@Atrice@Chevi

Lucius Ovinius Camillus The poor girl looked flustered, blushing as he apologised for not talking to her at Caesar's party; she probably hadn't even noticed he was there. Which was fair enough, he'd been more interested in some of the entertainers and hadn't had his mind on the business of eligible young women, more's the pity. But she was gracious enough to let him call her Sosia, and her interest in Hispania was a welcome excuse to shift the subject. "Hispania is lovely." He enthused, happy to talk about his experiences. "Some parts are hot and dry, much like Roma, others in the westnare quite mountainous, cooler and the people there have a different language." Which had been interesting. He remembered the tall pine forests and steep slopes above the hamlets. "I have been in Rome since, but I've had duties with my legion." Much as he might like to return to Hispania. But whilst he could continue his role as military tribune, he knew his father would expect him to stand again for a quaestorship, and that was a reality he needed to face. "But now I'm looking towards my political career." He said, deciding not to immediately mention his recent failure. "What about yourself?" He asked, curious. "I know of our ex-Consul and his wife of course, and that Publius Horatius Justinus has recently returned to Rome. But I hadn't previously heard your father's name." Or you, more's the pity. It was a good family though. Senators and the wife of a Consul. He could only assume that her father had focused on provincial roles. @Atrice @Sara

Spurius Antius Claudus There was a simple pleasure in having a lap full of soft, warm young woman, especially when it was one who appealed to him the way Ione did. The feel of her slim arms about his neck, her touch on his cheek. She didn't move straight to his groin, which he appreciated. Some prostitutes were far too focused on the business, and perhaps too accustomed to young men who were already far too excited. Spurius preferred to maintain at least the pretense of having a lover, even if he was paying for her. He wrapped his own long arms, strong from the legions and supporting himself with is staff, about her, running his hands gently down her back, from her shoulders to her bottom, bumping his nose against hers as she leaned closer, accepting the kiss and returning it with a gentle enthusiasm. She really was sweet. Reaching up, he shifted the fine, blue palla off her hair, running his fingers through it, stroking the back of her neck, her shoulders, as he carefully bundled up the fabric and set it aside. He swept a few strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear, as he looked into those large eyes at close range. "You're very pretty." He told her softly, possibly against classic opinion. It wasn't an artful attractiveness, enhanced by cosmetics and styling, but a youthful, innocent appeal that certainly worked on him. No doubt one of the reasons that Armenius valued her. He leaned in then, kissed her mouth again, her cheek, her neck beside her ear, taking a deep breath of the scent of her. "You smell good." At least this way she was clean and he could pretend she hadn't serviced many other women. He kissed her neck again, lower, and the angle where it joined her shoulder, nuzzling the neckline of the gifted tunica aside, so that he could kiss her collarbone. Beneath his lips he felt the small ridge of the scar he'd seen before, gifted by the psychopath her previous dominus had entertained. Hopefully her new one would not, and he hadn't seen any sign of new marks as she'd changed. Gently running his hands down her sides, he could feel her soft flesh beneath the fine linen of the tunica; the slight swell of the sides of her breasts, her slim waist, her hips. Kissing the corner of her jaw, he was struck by an impulse. He didn't just want to enjoy her, he wanted her enjoyment too. "What would you like?" He asked, a whisper in her ear. @Sara

Spurius Antius Claudus He gave her £4 in coins, the additional 50p as a separate coin so she could pocket it directly. "Outside sounds good." He said easily, having already decided that he'd prefer the beer garden to whatever action was happening in the tap room. Even if it was cooler, he still preferred it, and being late summer it shouldn't be too cold. "This way, right?" He indicated a side door which seemed to be leading in the right direction. If Iona was on her break he wouldn't expect her to interrupt it for him. Picking up his glass of lemonade, he figured he could wait fifteen minutes for his chips. Just sitting quietly outside in the evening was something that he often enjoyed at home. @Sara

Spurius Antius Claudus The cohort from the domus was assessed and dispersed. If Spurius recognised any awkwardness in Davus's new position as his erstwhile companions were sorted and sent to their various fates, he gave no sign of it, but neither did he make any comment or even acknowledge the young man's quiet gestures of sympathy and solidarity. Indeed, so long as the slaves in his care were well behaved, the man generally ignored quiet conversations and shuffling around, whether amongst the slaves in the larger, communal pens or even through the partitions between them. Certainly he didn't look for petty reasons for punishment. There was one incident where a group of barbarian slaves from the provinces, all with one foot whitened with chalk, were being prepared for the auction outside, and one fellow took exception either to the preparations or the nature of his future. The fight was over almost as soon as it started, Spurius's slave handlers moving in quickly with clubs and superior numbers, whilst the trader himself hooked the slave around the neck with the crook at the top of his staff, controlling him surprisingly well. It didn't take long to subdue the man, and it was done with no particular enthusiasm or viciousness, only what was required to take the fight out of him. Once subdued, the trader regarded him for a moment with a sour expression, then ordered one of the handlers to fetch a pillei for him, the conical cap which marked the slave as being sold with no guarantees. The man would fetch a lower price and likely end up in a manual labour role on some estate if he was lucky, or in a mine if he was not. It would be a hard and short life. Then he was ushered out to the auction with the rest of his group, the handlers walking close by. That sour expression was the most emotion that Spurius had shown all day, and it was no exception as the little group left the warehouse for the evening. Once Spurius was settled the twins set off at a brisk pace, his little hung between them, the obvious assumption being that Davus would follow. They wound their way through the city from the Emporium Magnum to the Subura Aventi Minoris, the home of the Domi of the middle class; modest equestrians and wealthy plebs. Spurius was clearly one of the latter, as the litter arrived at a door set between a wine bar and a jewellery seller on the street front. Inside, the short passage let to a modest atrium, elegantly tiled with a tesserae mosaic in black, grey and white geometric style, worked around the impluvium in the middle to catch the rainfall through the open roof. Rising from his litter, Spurius led the way inside into the cool space beyond the shops, whilst the twins disappeared around the back with the litter. Inside two older servants were waiting, again in neat but plain tunicas, one a woman with a thick, grey braid which still showed the occasional black hair, the other a man with a stooped back and intelligent gaze. They both glanced quickly from Spurius to Davus as they entered, before focusing once more on their master. "This is Davus. He will be joining our household." Spurius told them succinctly. "Davus, this is Linus and Corva." He indicated the couple. "Corva manages the household; if you have need of anything you ask her. Linus here is my secretary; he will be teaching you to read and write, and figure numbers." @Sharpie

Publius Horatius Justinus Ah, so she was a music lover, or at least appreciator. The hydraulis, given it's size and complexity, was a significant gift from her father as he indulged her interest, which apparently went beyond merely listening and occasionally playing. Ovinia almost sounded as though, had she been born a plebian, she might have become a musician and performer, and perhaps even a talented one. But she was of the Senatorial class, and thus her talent was for the herself and her family alone. Which didn't mean that it shouldn't be enjoyed or indulged. "Well, art, including music, is one of the hallmarks of civilisation, and it's enjoyment one of the privileges." He opined warmly. She was a cultured woman at least and he certainly had no issues with her playing and composing, it might be quite pleasant to have a wife who played music. The conversation moved on, Publius unaware of Ovinia's musings on his political career - or lack thereof - though if asked he might have attributed similar thoughts to her father. But whilst Gaius Ovinius Camillus had a very clear focus on politics, Publius was aware that it was not the only career available to one of their class, nor even the most profitable. It was however the most influential, if influence amongst one's peers was what one desired. Having seen stretches of the Empire beyond Rome itself and fought on her frontiers, Publius was aware that a combination of skills and aptitudes could take one further, in the right situations. Of course, now that he was back in Rome itself, it was time to play the appropriate games. So he smiled faintly and nodded in appreciation when Ovinia wished him well in his endeavours, and her father suggested that the might talk strategy at a later time. "Indeed, I'd be pleased to." He replied easily, well aware of the other man's political successes, even if he had a reputation for being rather bullish and cutthroat. Of course, Publius had other political allies, including his own father who was not dead yet, and last year's consul, his own brother in law. It was a role that he did not believe the man before him had reached, despite his political prowess. "'Sandy beaches and heat' is a good summary of Achaea." He chuckled slightly, though the place had many other pleasant and emotionally loaded memories for himself. He wondered whether her father might take a term as Propraetor of a province when his term as Praetor was up. Or perhaps he might prefer to stay and push for Consul. But Publius did not let his thoughts wander too far as Ovinia explained why she hadn't travelled much, and presumably why she hadn't wed. It made sense, that she'd taken over the running of the Domus when her mother fell ill, and that arrangement had simply become convenient, until her father had had to face the necessity of her being wed. She was watching him keenly, and he met her dark gaze frankly, wondering what she was looking for. Perhaps she feared judgement for her age? Then she turned the question on him. "I intend to remain in Rome at least until the end of next year, since I plan to stand for one of the Aedileships." And hopefully achieve it. It was a city role after all. "Of course, if I stand for a Praetorship in the year or two following, that could be a provincial role." For whilst Praetors were magistrates, they could also be military commanders, and given Publius's background he was more likely to go for - and to be suited to - one of those roles. Still, if he achieved a Praetorship a year after being Aedile, he would actually be positioned to stand for Consul in his year. Whether or not he would, he as yet had not decided. It would depend on other factors. Still, there were benefits to Ovinia's unique situation. "It is well that you know how to run a household." He said plainly. "My mother passed during the civil war, so my previous wife organised my father's household." Gods but it felt cold to refer to Lucia in that manner. If he chose Ovinia then perhaps he would take the time to enlighten her to certain facts about her predecessor; so that she at least seemed human and not just a name. "I am looking for a wife who would be able to do the same." And no doubt Gaius Ovinius Camillus expected high standards. "So long as she did so maturely, in a seemly and organised manner, it would be hers to organise as she chose, with appropriate authority." He added, getting to the meat of his intent, wanting the situation to be clear to Ovinia, watching her carefully, and making it clear that she would be trusted and have the relevant freedoms, so long as she proved they were not misplaced Perhaps he could assuage some of her concerns. "I would not wish to deprive your father, of course." He added with a glance at Gaius. "Ah, but your eldest brother is wed, is he not?" And really, given that Gaius Minor was his father's heir, it was proper that his wife should take over the organisation of the domus that she would one day call her own. @Sara

Tiberius Claudius Sabucius Tiberius listened, and listened attentively, something many Roman men hadn't learned to do with women. But he'd grown up surrounded by intelligent women and whilst the spheres in which they moved were different from those of men, and so he listened, as Vibia began to reveal the information that he sought. His heart sank a little as Vibia said that what brought pleasure was different for every woman. "I imagine that each woman's tastes and preferences are different," he said carefully, "but surely the basics are not that that different. Unless, unlike men, you're all structured differently under your tunicas, and the statues lie?" He added with a touch of humour. Even as she played a pleasant, lilting melody, Vibia went on to explain some of the basics that were common to most women's pleasure. Some of it sounded puzzling indeed. A man's tongue? Against the idea of masculinity? But other things not. Vibia was being very delicate about it, describing things carefully but in a way that was too subtle for him to grasp her full meaning; for a moment he longed for one of his scrolls, with diagrams. At least men knew how to speak plainly. But then women who were not crass were favoured. No doubt Vibia walked a very fine line there. Of course it would be easier to show you rather than explain. "Yes." He agreed, trying to push his nerves aside. This was what he had retained her for. Her explanations, but also a practical demonstration. That's what he needed. She was good, he already felt far more at ease with Vibia than he thought he could, but this night would be pointless if he allowed his remaining nerves to cause him to baulk. Instead he rose to his feet and offered the beautiful woman a hand up from the couch in turn, before gesturing to the bed. "Shall we?" He might as well pretend to have some mastery of the situation, if only to make himself feel more confident. @Sara

Teuta Varinia Charis grimaced as Varinia said that once she started adjusting to the concept, she could start enjoying what her freedom meant. That... wasn't the reaction she'd expected from the younger woman, though she seemed to respond more warmly when Teutus tried to reassure her of the same. Was there something there? Or was that a mother's wishful thinking. They had both come from the same household after all, and she hoped that Teutus and Charis could still manage to be friends, in spite of their changes in circumstances. The younger woman spoke slowly, revealing her reservation stemmed from her previous freedom; the freedom from which she'd been taken. Her story was so much like Varinia's own that the older woman was unable to help herself; she reached over and briefly squeezed Charis's fingers. Unlike her son, both women had been born free, and had freedom taken from them. "It isn't the same." She agreed gently. "It won't ever be. I found that too." She added, in the hope of giving some comfort to Charis in the knowledge that she was not alone. "But if I've found one thing in life, in Rome, it's that pining for what was, and what never will be, only leads to misery." The older woman was uncharacteristically solemn as she spoke. Then suddenly her smile was back. "Far better, I've found, to appreciate and make the most of what you do have. You have your son," she glanced across at Teutus with a smile, "you have a wealthy and powerful husband, you have a very nice domus. And you have freedom that you didn't have before. Think about what you can do with it." All of it. Quite reasonably, Charis turned the question of what to do with the time back on Varinia. What did she do with her time? She selected a couple of dates whilst she considered the question. "I go to the markets, for food and household supplies, and even the occasional little luxury." Like the sweet treats she sometimes brought home. "I know you'll have slaves who can do that for you, but that doesn't mean you can't go and take them with you. The market is fun; we could go together some time if you like." Charis would likely be able to go on a litter if she wanted. "I've been spinning and weaving." Which she'd mentioned before. Spinning was expected of female slaves; weaving was something she'd learned in her last household. "I've been teaching Amandus things." She gestured at the ten year old boy who was a runner slave for Teutus, but whom Varinia had virtually adopted. She also enjoyed talking with Janus and Olipor, something which was probably seen as uncouth but she didn't care. "And I've been making a few friends of my own, outside the domus." Not many, but she valued those she had. "I even went out for Saturnalia." She added, quite pleased with her adventures that evening. "What would you like to do?" @Sara @Sharpie

Spurius Antius Claudus She was behind the bar when he walked in, cleaning glasses. She didn't look too pleased initially - likely glad of the ancient oak between herself and the fellow leaning on the other end of it - but her smile when looked up at the bell's ring was positively radiant. You came! I...didn't think you would. She said, and for that moment he was glad he'd chosen to do so. "I was in two minds." He admitted with honesty and perhaps a touch of guilt. "But I finished early today; things went smoothly." Which they often didn't, but perhaps things had lined up for a reason. And fortunately the pub didn't seem to be too crowded at all this evening. He didn't like to think what it might be like on a Saturday night, but for now the Bell and Plow looked almost homely. The fellow at the end of the bar glanced their way, and Spencer noticed Iona's turn of the shoulder; he'd become accustomed to the body language of women when faced with men who bothered them, or worse. He unfortunately saw a fair bit whilst representing them on the rare occasions they had to face former partners. All though his charitable work generally. Most of those who ended up at the shelter couldn't afford a lawyer. He supposed it was an unfortunate aspect of the job here; a customer service role plus alcohol was going to lead to poor behaviour by some clients. And of course that bruise was still there. Had that been a patron? Or someone else? It bothered him, but he barely knew her. Taking his cue from her question, he nodded. "A lemonade and a bowl of hot chips, if you would." He said, pulling out his wallet to pay for his meal. @Sara

Publius Horatius Justinus "I've been well, thank you." Publius replied evenly, entirely civil. He glanced in the direction that Ovinia indicated as she stated that he was fortunate not to have arrived sooner, and gave a faint snort of amusement. A hydraulis; it was almost odd to see one here in Rome. And inside a domus; they were not a quiet instrument. Ovinia herself was quite self-deprecating about her abilities, and her father chimed in unexpectedly, insisting that she played well. Was that a false modesty on her part, or was there some disagreement over the instrument? They were usually played as a performance, he'd heard a few in Achaea, and no highborn woman was a performer; but perhaps Gaius simply liked it's sound and insisted she learned. "Do you favour the hydraulis particularly? Or music in general?" He asked, thinking it an opportunity to find out more about her preferences. Ah, her favoured rider hadn't won, and presumably she'd lost some token amount on him. Well, that was life. "Perhaps a different colour next time." Not everyone could back a winner every time, and one was only a fool if one refused to learn from such errors. Besides, it was but a sport. Life held many things far more serious. Like the selection of a wife. It would be easier if he knew what he wanted in a woman. The trouble was, when he'd met Lucia, he'd just known, and the attraction had been mutual. Such was unusual and he didn't expect it to happen again, which left him in uncharted waters. Still, he had some criteria. Young but no teenager, could comport herself respectably and came from a good family which would provide political connections. Ovinia ticked all of those boxes; furthermore both his father and sister had approved. Additionally she was both comely and seemed quite intelligent, things that he found attractive. And witty enough to challenge him a little without being unseemly. He supposed he was really looking for any reason not to press his suit. He hadn't found one yet, though the fact that she was unwed at twenty still lingered with it's implied questions. She certainly understood the art of conversation. "I undertook the Quaestorship in Achaea." He replied briefly, wondering what she and her father might make of his doing so at 40 instead of 28, in his year as a Patrician male. It did mean that he was now a permanent fixture in the Senate. "I spent some of my military service in Achaea, including my time as Tribune, and the opportunity to go back was welcome." He added, thinking that she was probably also trying to sound him out, and it didn't hurt to help that a little. "I focused on my military career when I was younger, but now that I am in Rome I intend to stand for the election of next year's Aediles." He added, making it clear that not only would he stay in Rome next year, but he was now focusing on his political career. At least for the moment. "Have you travelled to the provinces?" He asked, knowing that Gaius would have taken provincial roles at some point, but also that Ovinia was the youngest of his four children. Judging by her father's appearance, she was a child of his maturity rather than his youth. @Sara

Spurius Antius Claudus Spurius believed in being clear and consistent in his expectations with slaves. Many cases of poor behaviour could be attributed to masters being either inconsistent, or unclear in their expectations in his experience, and so he generally made an effort to be neither. He had no need of another general-purpose slave, so he made that clear. Rather he needed one with a mind keen enough to learn secretarial skills. Neither of the twins had proven apt, but their matches strength was what he valued them for. If Davus could prove his ability to learn, he would have a home for life, or at least the long term. "Very good. You can serve as my aid for the rest of the day, and return to the domus with me at close of business." He instructed clearly, making another note on the wax tablet he carried before passing it to Davus. "Here, hold this." So passed the day. First there was the rest of the household slaves who had arrived with Davus, each of whom was subjected to the same kind of questions, none of whom Spurius seemed inclined to keep. Once he'd questioned each one he'd taken the tablet from Davus, make some more notes, then hand it back. It meant that he moved a little faster, since he held a large staff with hook like a shepherd's crook in his left hand, and leaned on it fairly obviously as he walked, but he was also getting a feel for how Davus responded to simple tasks, and boredom. Eventually his compatriots were sorted into the various pens. Some into a large group of young men, general work slaves; some into a slightly smaller pen of women, again those with no special skills. Those who were more valuable went in with a smaller group. All the pens were floored with a thick layer of clean straw and the one for the more valuable slaves contained enough cots that each could sleep above the straw. One young man from Davus's erstwhile household with no particular skills went into a pen of other fit-looking young men, and the whole group went out in the afternoon, together with two of Spurius's handlers. A work crew that he hired out by the half-day. Another woman was sold that very afternoon, as buyers came through the warehouse, and a couple of the older slaves went with a group out to the auction that was running that afternoon in the Emporium Magnum. Just like that, they were scattered to the winds. Eventually things wound down. The work crew came back in, the slaves were served bowls of gruel with some boiled vegetables and a little bit of meat in it, and the warehouse was closed up. With the big doors closed it was actually quite warm, and upper windows were opened to let the cool night air in to relieve the summer heat. Spurius secured his tablets in his office and led Davus outside. Waiting for them were two large fellows in the simple tunicas of slaves, basic but good quality sandles on their feet. They were a matched pair, muscular and tall, with light brown hair and hazel eyes. Between them was a very simple litter, light enough that it only took the two of them to carry it. Davus might have noticed them going about various duties about the warehouse like carrying in food deliveries. "This is Romulus and Remus." Spurius said to Davus as he approached the pair and settled himself into the litter. Some might claim he was aping his betters but with his leg, the litter was a matter of practicality for Spurius. "This is Davus. He will be joining our household." He added to the twins, who both looked over and nodded. @Sharpie

Spurius Antius Claudus Plebian Section Spurius smirked at the woman's 'Red, obviously', as Rubina gestured to her red ribbon and rust-coloured tunica. And not only did she support the team but was clearly passionate in that support, exhorting a Paullus to shift certain parts of his anatomy with haste. It was entertaining in a way, and indeed as the horses thundered past again much of their section of the stands seemed to be cheering for someone. He hadn't felt that passionately about something for years, partly due to self-protective reserve and partly due to want of a cause. Ah well. "If you're going to shout like that you'll want to wet your throat." He suggested, offering the woman a cup of watered wine - quite reasonable stuff - with a dash of vinegar for extra refreshment. It was a good beverage on a hot day. "Why the Reds?" He asked, curious as to what inspired her. @Chevi

Spurius Antius Claudus She did look pretty in the fine tunica and palla, particularly with the latter draped demurely over her hair. The blue tone of the wool complimented her auburn tones. She was a pretty thing, perhaps not classically beautiful, but certainly appealing. She'd probably be even more so if she was fed properly and allowed to develop some curves. But her smile was particularly sweet, as she asked to take him up on his offer to keep the clothes at his domus, saying that she was grateful for that, and for many things. As a slave should be, and far better that she should feel grateful than hard done by, for all that she might have good reason. But an uppity slave invited a hard life, and if his assessment of her new master was correct, her lot would continue to improve. Her gentle touch on his cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, felt almost odd. Not because it was unpleasant or unwelcome, far from it; because it was so unfamiliar after so many years. He'd told himself that he was content, and he'd lied; he missed the tender touch of a woman. He smiled up at her in turn, easily resting his hands on her slim hips. "You make me happy too." He admitted. It felt like an odd thing to say, but why hire a prostitute if not for the pleasure of her? "If Armenius ever speaks of selling you, let me know." He added, thinking that he'd rather buy her himself than see her sold away from the Elysium. Though he suspected that her new master appreciated what he had in her. Besides, if he wished to sell he might even go through Spurius, being a slave trader. "Sit?" He suggested, patting his lap. He was alright taking her weight on his leg whilst sitting, and he wanted her close. @Sara

Spurius Antius Claudus Would you rather me face the other way? The girl came to him obediently, lying down facing him on the narrow cot. Yeah, he should have declined. Gods she looked tired, poor thing. "Yes." He aswered her question quietly, then waited as she re-arranged herself, her back against his chest, legs against his. When he'd bid her have a sleep in his bed after their little... conversation, he'd felt the urge to climb in with her, just to snuggle up to her and feel her close. Here he'd at least do that. He pulled the edge of his fine woolen toga over her like a blanket and curled a strong arm around her slim frame, his other beneath her neck. Despite the lingering hints of her customers the scent of her was pleasant, her hair against his face. Just to hold her felt good, and whilst he wouldn't deny his desire, he vastly preferred her well rested and in his own home. Besides, Spurius was quite at home with anticipation; often it made eventual satisfaction all the sweeter. "Go to sleep." He murmured into her hair, wanting to enjoy holding her. @Sara

Publius Horatius Justinus Love wasn't necessary in a union, but there had been love between himself and Lucia, more than he could ever have wished for and he had counted himself blessed to have her. Just as he didn't doubt that there was love between his sister and her husband; they understood. But Aulus's words rang true in Publius's ears, and he nodded quietly in acknowledgement, appreciating the sentiment. The idea of trying to replace Lucia, the love of his life, pained him, but that didn't stop the household needing a woman in charge of it. He could still hold Lucia's memory in his heart, and find a woman suitable to be the head of his household, role model to his older children and hopefully mother to his younger ones. Perhaps in time an affection could form between them too, and it would be it's own thing. Horatia was right too. This woman would also one day be materfamilias of the Horatii-Justinii, and couldn't be just anyone. "If you would." He said simply, glad of the offer. "I'm sure you know better than I the eligible Patrician daughters." That was the kind of knowledge a wife and mother was expected to have, plus it wasn't something he'd had any cause to pay attention to, so wouldn't know who was of age. But what was he looking for? "As you say, I would seek someone young enough to bear sons, but it need not be their first marriage so long as their previous ended with honour." Indeed if she'd already had a child that might bode well; It would mean that she was fertile. "At least a little maturity; not some fifteen year old." He wanted a woman old enough to be a role model to his own daughter, Lucia Justina, who was 12, rather than a big sister. "Preferably a woman whose family possesses good political connections." He added. The family was wealthy enough that he had no need to seek a big dowry; a leg-up in politics would be far more beneficial. "I'm sure you'll be suitably discerning." He added with a hint of his old humour, seen between close friends and family. Justinia was his oldest sister, her husband's own family of the highest calibre; she wouldn't suggest just anyone to him, and he would value her advice. He would, of course, make his own enquiries as well, though he might well confer with Horatia to gain her view on any candidates he uncovered. "But tell me, Titus must have taken his toga as well?" After all, he and Spurius were of an age. "Has he started the cursus yet? Or will he start next year with Spurius?" Publius wouldn't put it past Aulus to have started his son already; his brother in law had achieved each political milestone in his year. But the idea that the cousins might start together was a nice thought; they would have each other's company at least. @Sharpie @Sara

Imperial Box Both Decimus and Jason expressed their gratitude and so were presumably satisfied; Tiberius supposed that he must be also. Still, despite the apparent necessity of the decision - and he still considered it to be the correct decision - the execution left a hollow feeling inside the young Imperial. "It is done then." He nodded to the pair, acknowledging their replies and their thanks, but his gaze was on the arena, all unseeing. He took no joy from the execution. Perhaps if he'd had more first-hand experience of the man's actions, it would have felt more obvious. But at the same time, whilst they might be entertainment for the plebians, he didn't feel that an intellectual should take any pleasure in such a grisly death. It was necessary, and it was done, but he couldn't enjoy it. Perhaps he could take some satisfaction from the implications; there would be no more attacks on Roman citizens by the man. Especially women like Ovinia and Pinaria. Yes, that he could do. He had protected their people by taking on the grim task of deciding the man's fate himself, and that was part of his duty and role as an Imperial. He had, after all, trusted certain men to bring him information of import to the city and the Empire; Roscianus was one of those, and he had done so. Jason he trusted perhaps more than he should, but there was an integrity to his slave and a strength of character that bespoke his previous life. Decimus he trusted with his life of course, the man was a Praetorian. Alexius was the unknown factor but the others vouched for him. If he was to have his own counsellors then he must trust their counsel. Ovinia and Pinaria had spoken of their ordeals at the man's hands, poor Ovinia had suffered twice. He had considered her a friend, though after that interview he wasn't certain what she thought of him, but regardless when he considered the issue on the level of the individual citizen like her, he knew he could not stand idle. And now it was done. The man was dead, his soul damned to walk the earth restless. He had protected his people; he had to remember that. If this is the burden of rule, Titus can keep it, Tiberius thought bitterly. @Sains @Sharpie

Spurius Antius Claudus I...I'm glad you visit. It is nice to talk to somebody that...has some self-awareness. The comment drew a small, mouth-only smile from Spencer. It was an odd thing to say, and it made him wonder, if this young woman appreciated a little intelligence and insight, what on earth she was doing here. Why wasn't she at university, or doing an apprenticeship or something? Why was she waiting tables in this second rate pub? But it wasn't his business, nor his place to ask. He barely knew her. Still. "Thank you." I think. "It's nice to talk to you too." He told her, then watched for a moment as she headed back to the bar and her work, and he returned his focus to his. The soup was actually quite good. ***** His work with the legal aid group hadn't dragged on that afternoon; one person he was supposed to be helping hadn't shown up, and he'd been able to work through the others in a timely fashion. As always he hoped he made some kind of difference to some of them; sometimes he heard of outcomes, other times nothing. But that was the nature of the work. You did what you could and hope that it was enough to empower people to do what they needed to do. It was very different to courtroom representation or the various legal documentation that people needed throughout their lives, and in a way that made it interesting. Still, the sun was barely setting when he got in his car, and normally that would mean a quick drive home before the traffic really hit, and a quiet evening with the weekend to look forward to. But the mental image of the skinny waitress's hopeful expression at the Bell and Plow gave him pause. Now it seemed like a dumb idea, he didn't have to waste his evening at a second rate pub; he could afford a nice restaurant if he wanted. But he had said that if he didn't finish too late... plus it was still a convenient place to have lunch and much as a customer could do what they wanted, he didn't want to lie about why he hadn't gone. Even as simple a lie as saying he'd had to work late felt... wrong. Against his better judgement Spencer parked his navy blue jaguar outside the Bell and Plow, he left his tie and jacket in the car, along with his briefcase and laptop, more comfortable in a wool sweater and open collar. The cane came of course, he couldn't walk too far without it and not comfortably. Lit against the growing evening gloom the pub actually looked warmer and more welcoming, and voices through the open door suggested that there were a number of patrons without it being crowded. Funny how lighting and time of day could change a place. Making his way inside, he skirted carefully around the tables and headed for a gap at the bar. @Sara

Lucius Ovinius Camillus Ovinia settled nearby with her writing implements, close enough that no one could say the pair was alone together, but far enough away that they could have a conversation just between them. His sister really was both considerate and cunning. Again Lucius mused that she should have been born a man; the family and the Senate had lost out there, but no doubt some other man would benefit from her mind instead. Ah well, she would always be his dear sister. Poor Horatia Sosia seemed flustered by the sudden turn of events, as well she might. Almost he felt sorry for the little ruse they'd pulled on her, though it was all in good intentions. "You're not being clumsy, I promise." He tried to reassure her. "I'm sorry for the interruption. And of course you can call me Lucius." He smiled then. "There's too many men in this household to call me by my gens, so please don't feel you need to stand on ceremony." Four men under this roof answered to Ovinius Camillus; it would only get confusing. She in turn insisted that he couldn't be boring, and certainly intended to do his best not to be. "May I call you Sosia?" He asked. Likely there were plenty of Horatias in her family as well. "I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to talk at Caesar's party." He'd seen her then, of course, as one in the crowd, but she'd been close to Caesar's brother and he hadn't wanted to interrupt. Was she close to him? He seemed a bit young for her but would certainly be a catch. Mind you, if anyone was going to catch the man, Lucius would prefer that it was his sister. Yet another reason to potentially court Sosia, if it removed competition for Claudius Sabucius. "I'd only just returned from Hispania." And hadn't known who was whom at that gathering. Now he was getting a better handle on things. @Atrice @Sara

Publius Horatius Justinius "Indeed we did; in the company of Claudius Sabucius." Publius informed Ovinius Camillus as the man formally introduced his daughter, having agreed to a meeting as a potential suitor. Publius had thought long and hard about where to press his suit, and whilst a more mature woman might be easier in some respects, he longed for another son and for that, and younger one was better. Ovinia had seemed pleasant enough when they'd met in very good company, and she had a few years on the mere girls that some men offered. He did wonder what had kept this seemingly eligible young lady from marriage as yet, but if she seemed suitable then he might have to find out, if he could. For now this was simply the beginning. Ovinia was at least pleasing to the eye and elegantly turned out. His main concern over possibly marrying a younger woman was that his new wife would be a role model for his children, particularly his daughter. He needed someone mature and level headed enough to show Lucia Justinia how a Senatorial lady should comport herself. In only a few years, Lucia herself would be ready for marriage, but now it was his potential marriage that needed considering. "Ovinia Camilla, a pleasure indeed." He replied with a smile and a slight bow, seating himself once Gaius did. Unlike those dedicated purely to the Senate and their estates, Publius's military career meant that he was fit, trim and muscular, even if the fashion was to run slightly to fat to show off one's wealth. He moved with the ease of one in the prime of life, and had attired himself in a gleaming white toga of the finest wool, edged with narrow bands of rich purple, over a white linen tunic with red borders, indicating his military links. His hair was cut short in the military style but brushed fashionably forward, and his sandals were functional but of the highest quality leather, with gleaming brass studs at the joins. He held a perennial air of 'soldier in a toga' but clearly one who also held a successful political career, if not quite so polished as her father's, and enough lands to generate the kind of income that would keep Ovinia in the manner to which she had become accustomed. Certainly she came from an excellent family. Publius was well aware of the Senatorial powerhouse that was the Ovinius Camillus clan, with Gaius Major and Minor in the Senate and the reasonable probability that the next son would join them. But what he wanted now was to gain more of a sense of the daughter. "How have you been, since Cerealia?" He asked politely, directing his attention to Ovinia since he was here to see her, though of course it would not be unchaperoned. "Did your favoured rider win in the end?" He didn't mention that she'd wanted to place a bet on one in front of her father. @Sara

Spurius Antius Claudus I was born in Alexandria, sir. Ah, so the youth was Egyptian, and from the ease with which he spoke it, had learned that tongue in his childhood. Perhaps he'd even learned it first. Spurius would put money on him being the offspring of a local slave and her Roman owner then, unclaimed by his father. Such was common, and there were a lot of otherwise apparently good, Roman slaves with a slightly exotic cast to their features with the same kind of ancestry. The Empire was a melting pot of peoples after all. Davus didn't hesitate any longer than it took to count the relevant number of fingers, coming up with the right answer. Fifteen figs. "Very good." He could handle the concepts then, the rest was simply education and practice. Spurius favoured the youth with a long, thoughtful look; a look that weighed and measured. Finally he came to a decision. "I'm going to take you into my household, as a trial." The slave trader said at last. "The only slave I have who can read, write and figure grows old." He wouldn't put Linus out as some did, but he was all too aware that the man had begun to struggle. "He will teach you. If you can learn from him, you will stay." The implication being that if Davus did not prove adept at what he was being taught, he would be back on the sales block. @Sharpie

Lucius might possibly be a little clumsy, or perhaps he was not as stiff as many men of the Senatorial class; certainly it wasn't a word you'd use to describe him. And whilst he had his pride, he didn't stand on it like many did. Rather he wore the political mask only when absolutely necessary; in front of everyone else he was just himself, and they could take him or not as they pleased. If they chose to leave him, it was no skin off his nose. If he ever did develop political aspirations later in life, he might come to regret that attitude, but for now life was far easier and less stressful that way. His sister introduced her guest, whom Lucius was already regarding with interest and curiosity, as Horatia Sosia, listing her family. Even to one without any particular political aspirations, those were family connections to make one sit up and take note. Cousin to the wife of last year's Consul, and whilst the Horatii-Justinii weren't quite the political powerhouses that his own family were, they were a solid political group and had a significant military reputation as well; a foot in both camps. That was more the kind of future that Lucius felt he could manage in the near future, before he gained as much independence as he could and focused more on land management. Well, that was the dream; one step at a time. Plus she was pretty. That was never unwelcome. "It's a pleasure, Horatia Sosia." He said in turn, with a smile and a small bow. A few moments later Lunia, one of the household slaves, came to Ovinia with a message. Lucius knew that it was all a ruse, his sister had explained it to him carefully, but he tried to look as though he was surprised. Ovinia did run the household when their mother was indisposed, that part was entirely true. It was just that he knew the parchment was blank. Sosia my sincere apologies but you shall have to suffer my brothers conversation whilst I deal with this - if he doesn't object - I shouldn't be long. "I'm sure I can manage to not be too boring for a few minutes." He assured his sister, before turning his attention to her friend. "If you don't mind?" He asked politely, taking the garden seat opposite her. She really was quite fetching, all dark eyes and dark hair against pale skin. He thought the flowers in her hair were a particularly nice touch. @Sara @Atrice

You missed my entire year of consulship, anyone would think you'd arranged it deliberately. Aulus's broad smile gave lie to any accusation in the words. "Perhaps I did." Publius replied cheekily, then laughed as Aulus claimed that he was apparently the worst consul ever, according to the graffiti, save that some had already had this year's consuls' names painted over them. "I'm sure every Consul is the worst ever in the eyes of some, till the next comes along." He observed, amused. "But I heard no news of riots, widespread starvation or the sacking of Rome, so I'll count your term a success." In the case of the plebs he suspected that they truly had no idea what the Senators did for them and the Empire, and the Consul was just a convenient target of whatever their grievance was today. The end of Aulus's Consulship hadn't been the only thing he'd missed; there's been a change in Caesar whilst he'd been away. Publius had taken the news of Quintus's abdication with some regret, but he'd yet to get the measure of the man's son, so was reserving judgement. Right now he was far more interested in things closer to the domus; his family. Gods but it was good to trade banter with Aulus again. And to be near his sister; her gentle hand laid silently on his arm was all the gesture of comfort he needed - and would tolerate. But she knew him perhaps better than any had, save Lucia herself, and that alone was comforting. As was her quick update on their family. He'd had the official version from his father of course, but Horatia had always had a particular insight into others. It was good to hear that their sister Livia was well, and apparently content. He was amused by the suggestion that she might be a little too comfortable. "Perhaps I should just show up on her doorstep." He suggested, whilst they both knew he wouldn't unless he had need. Let her enjoy her family. As for their father... Marcus had been pleased to see him on his return, in his own way. He nodded slowly when Horatia said he'd been missed, understanding her meaning. Though he had only been gone for a year, their father had looked older. He would pray to the Gods for Marcus's continued guidance and leadership, but Publius feared that he might become pater familias sooner rather than later. Hopefully not. Perhaps being around he could ease their father's burden. "I shall be staying in Rome." he said simply. "And better able to assist father with his more onerous duties." Indeed, though he had been in training for the role from birth, perhaps Marcus would let him take on some of those duties for him. "And Lucius is still in Germania?" He asked lightly, shifting the subject slightly since Horatia hadn't spoken of him. That was their younger brother, Livia's twin and Publius's opposite in so many ways. It occurred to him that perhaps he himself wasn't the only thing that his father had missed in his absence. His son Spurius was the only grandson in the male line so far, the only one able to carry on the family into that generation. Who knew when Lucius might decide to settle down? The thought hardened Publius's resolve; he needed another son. Aulus and Horatia moved on what his next move might be, now that he was back. It was something that he had asked himself. "I shall likely stand for an Aedileship next year." That was the next step in the cursus honorum. He wasn't like Aulus, who'd achieved each position in his own year, but Publius had an extensive military career behind him instead. Now, having filled a Quaestorship, he no longer needed to be elected to the Senate, but had a secure seat. It was time to turn his attention to his political career. Plus an Aedileship wasn't a provincial role, so he would stay in Rome. "But this year I shall seek a wife. I have mourned long enough, and my daughter needs a good role model." He said, trying to be as objective about it as possible. He would never be able to replace Lucia, but that didn't mean that he couldn't find a good woman out there. "It would be good to have another son, like yourselves." He admitted. @Sara @Sharpie

Spurius nodded as Ione thanked him, that was more what he'd been expecting. She was a funny thing, clearly well suited to slavery if not to prostitution, since she seemed to do best when given orders. He wondered what she would do with that freedom she supposedly dreamed of, if she actually had it. He suspected that, unless he wed and quickly, she would likely end up in trouble. But perhaps she might surprise him. He watched as she undressed, enjoying the view of her slim, lithe form, then regarded her a little more critically as she pulled the linen tunica over her head. It was a little too big, as he'd feared, though that was far easier to fix than it being too small. The colour suited her. But she seemed a bit puzzled over the palla, initially trying to wrap it like a toga, but it wasn't long enough. He wasn't overly familiar with the fashions in Greece but he supposed she'd never really worn one. Could you help me dominus? I...don't know how. "Come here." He beckoned her to him, preferring to remain seated so that he could use both hands. Gently he took the fine, soft woolen fabric from her hands and passed it behind her, draping the middle over her head so that her hair just peaked out from under the edge. "Outside, women often wear it like this." He explained, thinking that she must have seen many women doing so, as he draped the tail ends around her shoulders so that they fell, one in front and the longer end behind, to pass under her right elbow and be looped over her left. He was no body slave but he got it to sit roughly how most women seemed to wear them. "Or you can wear it about your shoulders." He added, gently folding the edge down off her hair and about her slim shoulders. The colours really did suit her, she just needed a belt for the tunica. And it was far finer than anything he'd seen her wear so far, even that pink chiton from last week. That thought triggered another thought. "If you're worried about taking these clothes back to the Elysium, you can leave them here if you want." He added, not sure whether it was fear of theft or damage that made her hesitant to take them. Not that he wanted to restrict when she wore them, her wanted her to be able to enjoy them, but didn't want that enjoyment to be short lived. Who knew but Armenius might think the clothes worth selling. As a slave she could own nothing but what her master permitted. @Sara