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It was a little reassuring that, for a brief moment, she seemed almost as flustered as he felt. He'd been warned that women could be great actors - just as men - but it didn't feel like an act. Either Sosia was the slightly unworldly young woman that she seemed, or she was very, very good. And he didn't think he could pick the difference; he might have grown up in Rome but Tiberius had been closeted in his own way, likewise for his safety. But there was no harm in what was said, and he decided that it was preferable to assume the best, until he had cause to think otherwise. He wanted to assume the best. A lovely young woman from the country, going to the temple, whose only crime was having timing as bad as his own. And it was hardly an unpleasant encounter. It was a pleasant thought in a way, that Minerva herself might have a hand in their respective terrible timing, if also slightly unnerving. Did one truly want the direct attentions of a God? "It would be nice to think that she wishes us well." Though he was aware that they were taking up space on the steps of the temple, and he had duties to attend to. "And that I might see you at future events." After all, being from a Senatorial family, she should move in the same kind of circles. In fact, he was planning to discuss organising a more informal party with Marcus Julius Silanus, when he next caught up with him. But time moved on. "I need to continue, and I dare say that Minerva is hungry." He smiled and nodded to the pie that Sosia still carried. "But you have brightened my morning." He assured her. "I hope the Goddess continues to smile on you this day, and please give my regards to your father." It never hurt to cultivate a potential political ally, especially one with so pleasant a daughter. Yes, he'd definitely invite her to the party. @Atrice

It had indeed proven a hard question for a medicus to answer; any medicus, so far. Fortunately Tiberius was reasonably patient, else his search for answers would have already frustrated him no end. But Theodorus's father had said it best, and he kept telling himself that he'd find an answer eventually. "I do not think that either would be easy to prove, alas." He admitted to the other man. "How would one prove or disprove poison, save by trial?" He asked. He was no alchemist or medicus himself, nor a priest, but the idea was fascinating if macabre. Could the remains of the dead tell their story? "Their ashes are in the Imperial mausoleum, of course." And he had been there a few times, to make offerings to his ancestors and seek wisdom in quiet thought. But he expected no direct answers to the questions he carried with him. Theodorus's quietly spoken question caught his attention back from thoughts of the dead. Ultimately it was the living who mattered now. The young man shook his head slightly. "No, nor any of our generation who remain." But Darius had been younger than Tiberius when he fell ill. "I only hope that it is not simply a matter of time." He too kept his voice low. Whilst the medicus had no direct answers for him, he had given the young Imperial some things to think about. The idea of a familial illness was a new one, even if poison was not. "Perhaps I shall find some key to prevention. Or perhaps I concern myself needlessly." But it was in his nature to knaw and worry at problems. "Come now, Medicus Theodorus, you've humoured me most kindly, and for that I thank you. Permit me to return your kindness. You have the Imperial ear; what concerns you most?" The man who, on gaining his citizenship, had apparently chosen his name for Quintus Caesar, now had the attention of his adopted son. @Chevi

One of the many things Tiberius had learned from Quintus was that you had to both delegate, and then trust. Otherwise you spent all your time micro managing and you couldn't run an empire like that. Assume that those closest to you knew your preferences, the importance of responsibility, and where to draw the line, and trust them to do that. Until they proved unworthy of that trust, then don't delegate to them again. It was important for Titus and himself to gather their own inner circle, as well as relying on their father's. So Tiberius trusted Marcus to organise entertainment that would be both fun and appropriate. Gaius Vipsanius Roscius was a Senator, Marcus was right. That was how Tiberius knew of the Gens. But he knew nothing of the younger brother save for a very vague reputation for lacking an interest in politics. "Gaius is a political creature, from what I've seen at the Senate. That's all I know really." He hadn't particularly drawn attention to himself. "I've heard that the younger brother isn't." Which was no crime. Not everyone could be a politician, though that ambition was generally expected of their class. "If Lucius is fun, then we must invite him." He assured Marcus. His guess as to Ovinia's family was on the sestercius, but it hadn't been hard given her name. Marcus's obvious lack of enthusiasm for inviting her brother as well was almost comical. "I think that we should." He insisted, smirking. Else her father might not let Ovinia attend. Boring, but someone had to be the voice of reason. Clearly Marcus wanted to get to know the young woman, and Tiberius didn't want to prevent that, but they did not need loose talk. "Sorry to spoil your fun, but I'm sure we can distract Tertius long enough for you two to have a conversation." A thoughtful nod was the answer to Marcus' enthusiastic suggestion that Tiberius invite Sosia. He'd already decided that he would. "She'd very pretty." He admitted, hoping that the heat from the baths hid the slight flush of his cheeks. Tiberius wasn't very experienced with women, having lived a fairly closeted life. "She seems quite innocent, even naive. Her father is one of those who moved their family to their estates during the purges, and as far as I can tell she's grown up in the country." And was now here in Rome, which was probably a shock. A small smile appeared as he thought of their meeting. @Atrice

Here's his character mask. @Gothic

I started a thread for Titus and Tiberius to chat - Distraction And there's also the party which Tiberius and Marcus are organisin - One magic autumn eve @Kali

The day of the party had finally arrived. Tiberius had to admit that he was excited, he'd been looking forward to it since his conversation with Marcus, and he hoped that it would be the fun and relaxing evening that he'd intended, and that Titus particularly could enjoy some time to relax. Hopefully they all would. Still, he was a little nervous behind his politician's facade; he wasn't exactly the most experienced at either parties or planning them; more so at formal dinners. But that was why he'd enlisted help. So far everything had gone to plan, and even Tiberius had to admit that, as the twilight faded, the Hortulus did look inviting and slightly mysterious. Something to intrigue and entertain, with it's braziers and entertainers. He himself was wearing a deep purple tunica with a thin lines of gold thread embroidery at all the fashionable places, a bright, white toga over the top. The tunica had been made for him for formal events, and since he was hosting he supposed that he should look the part. At least he wasn't doing it alone. "Marcus, there you are." He greeted his friend with a smile as he approached. "Being the perfect host already, I feel tardy." He turned that smile to the dark haired fellow who looked to be a few years older than the two them. "But you must introduce me." He urged, wondering whether this might be the man whom Marcus had asked him to invite; he'd sounded like he would interesting to talk to. @Atrice@Chevi

Thank you! Will do.

Spurius Antius Claudus 41 | 12 April 36AD | Plebeian | Slaver | Heterosexual | Original | Tobias Menzies Personality Sometimes it is difficult to know the real Spurius. To the world he is the perfect salesman; polite, charming, sympathetic and silver-tongued; always ready to do the right thing by his customer (and by himself at the same time). Amongst his friends he is genial and charming. At home, the man behind the mask is rather different. Somewhat soul-tired, he appreciates the finer things in life but moderates this with a certain austerity, despite his commercial success. He prefers a simple life, using few slaves of his own, all of which are good Roman slaves and which he treats and cares for like good furniture. Although successful now, Spurius has regrets in his past which have jaded him, and he worries that the repercussions have ruined him for the future. He particularly dislikes barbarian foreigners, likely why he mostly trades in them. He has a shrewd eye for a bargain and excellent business sense. Appearance Tall and lean with mousy, mid-brown hair, Spurius is neither handsome nor ugly. Tanned from time out of doors, he has the physique of a retired soldier; reasonable muscle and the beginnings of a gut. Shrewd hazel eyes watch the world from under heavy brows and the frown lines between those brows are deep, as are the others that mark his long, somewhat equine face. Usually dressed in a fine linen tunica and toga of undyed wool, Spurius is the image of a Plebian on the up and up, a successful businessman. Unusually, he always carries a heavy staff, the end carved into an ornate hook not unlike a shepherd's crook. He uses it to moves slaves around, but he also leans on it heavily, and walks with a distinct limp. Family Father: Marcus Antius (b. 1 BC) Mother: Ovidia Juliana (b. 15) Siblings: Gaius Antius (b. 31), Antia Marcilla (b.34), Antia Julianilla (B. 44) Spouse: None Children: None Extended family: Julius Antius (Uncle) (b. 9 AD) Slaves: Romulus, Remus, Corva, Linus Other: History CHILDHOOD [36AD-46AD]: Spurius's childhood was simple if relatively uneventful, growing up with his older brother Gaius and sisters Antia Marcilla and Antia Julia. Their father Marcus was a trader in exotic goods from across the Empire, particularly south to Aegyptus, and was often absent for months at a time, but when he returned he would always bring his wife and children little gifts, and spend time with his sons. Their mother Ovidia was a warm and caring woman, if a little saddened every time her husband left on his travels. They were comfortable if not fabulously wealthy, and Spurius recalls a house full of odd little trinkets brought back from distant lands. Spurius was a cheerful child, winsome and interested in the world. These years saw the death of Caligula and the rise of Drusus Claudius Sabucius as Caesar, as well as the death of his first son and heir, Gaius. Being only young at the time, Spurius doesn't remember the politics of the time affecting him much. TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT [46AD-54AD]: Spurius's early teenage years were still relatively peaceful and prosperous, and he was an apt enough student both in grammaticus and in his father's business. Marcus was keen to see that both his sons learned the trade, as he saw horizons to expand into and wealth to be made. His younger son particularly seemed to inherit his charisma, developing into a warm and charming personality. His father foresaw success in the family business, even though his mother thought he was a gentle soul and might do better in academia. Spurius however was on his dad's side and his first opportunity to accompany his father on a business journey south was one of his happiest. He recalls the marriage of Caesar Claudius to Lucilla in those years. Regretably, that golden age was not to last. Revolts in Aegyptus and Achaea cut off trade routes for months at a time and significantly damaged business prospects. As Marcus primarily traded to the southern provinces, the family's financial situation began to sour. Perhaps the Empire itself was souring, as Claudius was poisoned and his adopted son gained power, only to be exiled when Caesar awoke. The Imperial Legions finally quelled the uprisings and occupied Achaea, but Marcus Antius's trading position was weakened, and his collateral reduced from supporting his family through those hard times. At the same time Marcus's brother Julius gained both wealth and fame in the legions during that action, and it was he who sent word to his brother that the routes had opened again, giving him at least something of a head start. YOUNG ADULTHOOD [54-64]: As times became tougher, Marcus focused his time on Gaius, his elder son, taking him on longer trading journeys and teaching him the languages of the south and what wares sold best where. Spurius was keen to learn as well, but with their prospects reduced, Marcus encouraged his younger son to look elsewhere for his life's work, leaving Spurius feeling disappointed and somewhat abandoned. Marcus's wisdom was proven however, as a revolt in Judea that coincided with Emperor Darius's passing causes further difficulties. Their Uncle Julius on the other hand prospered in the strife, and both he and Marcus encouraged Spurius to follow in his footsteps and join the legions. Spurius had never had any military leanings, but he saw the sense in the advice and swore service even as the Empire seemed to be dissolving into chaos, the life expectancy of a Caesar short indeed, until a Dictatorship was declared. Whilst the Legions were not his first choice, the pragmatism that Spurius would show in adulthood acknowledged that his prospects were better there. Twenty-five years of service could even see him made an Equite. Perhaps it was for the best, for amongst the chaos Spurius found himself heading west for the fabled Brittania, and with any luck gold and glory. The thought of coming home with well earned salary and a little treasure to start his own business, buoyed him along, particularly if he could manage to find some trade contacts on the way. He proved a satisfactory soldier, and their initial engagements are successful; the wisdom of his father and uncle's advice seem clear. His first foray to Brittania proved profitable, and during a brief return to Rome and with coin in his pocket, Spurius enjoyed a success and popularity that he had only dreamed of. He began courting Antonia, whom he had known since childhood and had transitioned from friend's annoying younger sister to teenage crush to possible marriage prospect. She herself seemed pleased at the idea. ADULTHOOD [64-onwards]: Campaigns into Judea saw more successful battles, Spurius advanced within the ranks of the infantry, and when the Legion once more returned to Britania under Caesar Junus, it seemed that the advice of his father and uncle had been wise indeed. That was, until a dying barbarian warrior plunged a dagger into Spurius's thigh as he was crossing the field of the slain, nearly adding him to their number. He wasn't expected to survive, but the legion's crotchety old field medicus was amongst the best, and survive he did. Not without a price, the wound was high, deep and initially infected, and it become clear that though he'd live, Spurius could no longer march with the Legions. He was honourably discharged and sent back to Rome to recover, but not before taking his pay in captured slaves. He was, after all, a trader. And he was a good one, he'd learned well from his father and seemed to have a particular eye for the barbarian 'merchandise'. With the start provided by his service to the Empire, he was able to set up a successful business. Yet those who had known him when younger noted the change his time in the Legions had wrought. Cheerful and charismatic in public, what had been his nature had become a mask, and he became quiet and even bitter in private. Neither unnecessarily cruel nor particularly kind, he cared for his slaves like the livestock they were, knowing that those in good condition would sell well, and he gained a reputation for his quality and trustworthiness. He traded in slaves from all areas, even good Roman slaves with valuable skills, but mostly in captured barbarians, including contracts to the Ludii for the games. Yet success was not enough for some; Antonia's father turned him away, preferring an undamaged man for his son in law. He didn't speak to them again, turning his attention whole heartedly to where it was wanted. He was particularly successful, earning a modest wealth and becoming well known around the great market, marked out by the staff he carried, like a large shepherd's crook, and his distinctive limp. His fellow merchants gave him the agnomen 'Claudus', meaning 'the lame', which he accepted with a kind of grim pride, as gifted by Fate itself. The waves of politics have largely flowed over him, as even in times of strife there is demand for slaves. And sometimes there is greater supply. Sarah | GMT+10 | CONTACT @Gothic

Tiberius gave Marcus a smile that was equal parts knowing and amused. He could see that his friend already had plans in mind. "I'll leave it with you then." He said with a languid wave of his hand, jokingly emulating some of the stuffier Patricians. Inwardly he was very glad that Marcus was not only willing to handle the details but seemed positively delighted. It would be fun, of that he was certain. Swirling some of the hot water about as the patch he was sitting in had cooled slightly, Tiberius listened with interest to the people who Marcus suggested. "That's Gaius Vipsanius Roscius's younger brother, isn't it?" He'd been educated specifically in politics, part of which included memorising most of the political families. It might have been tedious had Tiberius not had a natural interest in other people. And he'd heard that Lucius was the same. "I'd like to meet him, I've heard he's an interesting fellow." Specifically that he shared some of Tiberius's inclinations towards listening to the plebians. "Ooh-ho! Why Gaius Ovinius Camillus's daughter specifically?" He asked, an amused smirk toying at his lips. It might be nothing, but that didn't mean that he couldn't rib Marcus about a possible crush. They'd been teasing each other for years. "I haven't met her yet, so we shall. But we should invite her brother Tertius as well." Lest there be concern for the young lady's welfare. Of course, such things go both ways, and Tiberius trusted Marcus closely, enough that he could reveal his own interests occasionally. "Tell me, do you know of Horatia Sosia?" He asked, on the theory that Marcus tended to be more the social butterfly than himself, and was more likely to have met her. "Daughter of Gaius Horatius Justinius. I bumped into her at the Temple of Minerva. Literally." He added dryly. "I'm thinking of inviting her." (OOC: I started the party thread, if you'd like to describe the entertainment.) @Atrice

Elegant? Was he? Whilst he might occasionally be complimented on his maturity or grasp of current politics, elegant wasn't something that Tiberius thought he'd ever been called before. The young man's cheeks flushed slightly, and for a rare moment he felt that he didn't know what to say. "Thank you. You're very beautiful." Was what came out. As soon as he said it, Tiberius cringed inwardly, even as he kept a warm smile on his face. How was it that the older men could be so right, that a young woman might indeed make a fool of him, and to be careful. Presumably because they too had been young men once. Oh well, it was out. Best pretend that he'd meant it deliberately, rather than out of genuine startlement. Besides, it was true. She was beautiful, and pleasant to speak to. And as she gave her father's name, the dupondius dropped. He knew the name, vaguely. If he recalled correctly, Horatius Justinius was a Senator who'd fled Rome during the purges, like so many. But unlike many, he hadn't returned permanently, rather staying at his estate and attending the capital when the Senate was sitting. Sometimes with his son; rarely with his wife. This young woman had probably grown up in the country, and was unaccustomed to life in Rome. In some ways he envied her the freedom he imagined she must have had. Regardless they were a well respected family. He wondered what had brought them back to Rome now? "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Sosia." He replied, entirely honestly. "I am Tiberius Claudius Sabucius." He said with a slight bow. "My apologies for interrupting you on your way to pay homage to Minerva." @Atrice

"The Empire does have a lot of border." Tiberius acknowledged. "Which is why understanding her military is so important for good leadership." Which was something the youth had mixed feelings about. He saw the necessity of course; as Aulus pointed out, many of their neighbours were not friendly. He preferred diplomacy where possible; it caused fewer deaths. But diplomacy could be something of an empty hand, if the military wasn't there to back it up. And to protect them. A slice of duck breast topped a piece of bread, a drop of garum to season it, as Tiberius listened to the Consul, marveling a little at the places that he had seen, and using it's assemblage to cover his surprise at the unexpected offer, so very cleverly worded. "And no, I won't be offended in the least if you didn't want me". The young man wasn't one to make assumptions or presume on his station - he had refused the cognomen Caesar for that reason. So he hadn't expected Aulus's offer, especially worded as though it were automatic. He tended not to take people for granted. He took a bite from his bread whilst he considered the sudden opportunity very carefully. "I haven't yet formed a specific preference." He admitted. "I had thought that it would be more educational if it was not a family member." Much as he loved his uncles and Octavius in particular, who had also served as Consul. But he had haunted Octavius like a dead rat in the hypocaust during his teenage years; he'd already decided that he had more to learn from others. "Personally, I would love to see more of the Empire." He admitted, almost shyly. "But it is my duty to support Titus and not put myself in too much danger, so I do not think I will be going to the frontiers yet." Maybe one day. Swallowing the last of his morsel of bread, Tiberius made a decision. Had he not spoken, moments before, on the importance of recognising learning opportunities when they presented? One set of blue eyes met the other. "If you are willing, Consul, I would be honoured to serve you and learn from you, during my time as military tribune." @Sharpie

For those who are into politics and intrigue, it could be fun to implement more of this system. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patronage_in_ancient_Rome

"It is mine. I did not have a pin in it. Would you... would you mind wrapping it around my shoulders again?" His glance fell to the offerings in her hands. Beautiful flowers and a delicious pie; enjoyable but not terribly expensive. She was carrying them, rather than a slave, and had no pin for her palla, yet her clothing was fine. Good family fallen on hard times, or family on the up and up? All these thoughts flashed through Tiberius's mind, largely automatically, as he returned her smile and carefully unfolded the palla again, letting the fine cloth spread out in the breeze. He'd been trained to assess people on first meeting, and warned that families would be likely to place their daughters in his path, now that he was of age. But none of that was any reason not to be chivalric to the young lady herself, who seemed very pleasant. And comely. "So long as you will vouch that there was no impropriety." He replied quietly, gently looping the fabric over her finely done hair, and about her shoulders, then drawing the edges to her less burdened hand so that she could grasp it. She'd presumably been holding the palla before he'd bumped into her, much as he was holding his toga, and had simply lost her grip. "I trust that is satisfactory?" He asked in dry amusement, well aware that he wasn't qualifying as a body slave any time soon. "May I know your name, and your paterfamilias?" He asked mildly, curious. That would tell him who she was, and who her family were, and he would be certain to remember both. She could bet that by evening he'd know more about her family than he had this morning as well. @Atrice

Hi, I'd like to resurrect one of my characters whom I played previously, Spurius Antius Claudus. Do I need to do a new application for him, or can we bring his old character profile back into active, and update the history to the present day?

"No time spent seeking the truth is wasted." That drew a momentary ghost of a smile from Tiberius. "Words worth remembering. Your father was a wise man." And wisdom could come from many directions. Not just Caesars and Consuls, but medici and even the average man on the street. Tiberius was no gormless innocent, but he was open to learning from many directions. One would be foolish to ignore the wisdom offered. Did he suspect another cause? Maybe. "There are some who say that my father was poisoned." He acknowledged quietly. "I do not know about Darius, but virtually all those who had a motive were killed either in the purge, or in the aftermath." So he didn't think that would explain Caesar Quintus, unless there was another poisoner, which was possible. "Then again, there are many who see the Caesarship as a seat of power rather than responsibility, so it would not have to be the same person." It was something that worried him; at the same time, all three over such a period of time seemed less likely. But never impossible. But Theodorus had made a point about families. Again that thoughtful look crossed the younger man's face as he traced the familial lines in his mind. "Quintus Caesar is my mother's brother, and my mother also died of an unexplained illness." He acknowledged thoughtfully. Though there was some doubt; she'd updated her will when she fell ill and some whispered it might have been some form of suicide. "Darius was her son with her first husband Honorius." So there was that connection. Junus was assassinated so they would never know whether he might have been affected. "So that theory holds weight, until my father Claudius, who was unrelated to my mother's side except through myself and my sisters." But what if Claudius had been poisoned, but the Flavii-Alexandrii carried some illness? "One supposes that it could be a combination of both causes." The young man acknowledged quietly. But if his mother's family - also his brother Titus's family - carried an illness, what could they do about it? "Is there anything that one can do to mitigate an illness, if it travels within a family?" He asked, voice steady as he tried to hide any hint of desperation. This was something that he had not heard of before, and it gave him hope for a cure. @Chevi

“You must promise to let me know if any of you need help. I’m here.” Marcus's words brought a genuine smile to Tiberius's face, and he reached out and gripped the younger man's forearm for a moment, meeting his gaze seriously. "Thank you my friend, I will." He assured him, appreciating the offer more than he could say. One thing that he had learned from watching Caesar Quintus, an excellent role model as well as a good father, was that no man was an island. Even Caesar needed his friends and supporters, needed to delegate to those worthy of responsibility, needed to share the load. It was an example that Tiberius intended to follow, even if right now that delegation was party planning. He knew who had the most skills in that area, and it wasn't him. His smile broadened to a grin as Marcus voiced his thoughts, clearly already planning ahead. "You read my mind." He replied. "There will be formal events for the relevant Senators, Patricians and their families; I want this to be informal and fun." Just the young ones, for a change. Those who were stepping, sometimes blinking, into the light of adult responsibility. "I'll invite our cousins and friends, and anyone else who seems like a good fit. But I'd like you to organise the entertainment if you would. I wouldn't know where to start." As for where, Tiberius already had ideas. "I was thinking in the Hortulus. It's still pleasant out, and it's an informal space. We can set out a pile of braziers and have the slaves carry platters of food and wine. A few musicians or a fire eater could be amusing. What do you think?" He asked, since clearly Marcus was the authority on what made a good party in his mind. Having said that, Tiberius already had a reputation for being somewhat reserved and a bit propper, and would probably balk if Marcus suggested hiring from the Domus Venus. Still, it would be fun, he was determined. And it would be a chance for all of them, and Titus especially, to let their hair down. He'd have to go through the rolls, see who else he should invite. Maybe that young woman he'd bumped into - literally - at the Temple of Minverva. Who else? "Let me know of anyone you think we should invite, too." He'd vet the final list, but Marcus might well know some promising young Patricians that Tiberius did not. @Atrice

September 76 AD It was still pleasant out, though a little brisker than the height of summer, but warm enough that the gardens could still be enjoyed in the evening, the spaces set aside for the party warmed by strategically placed braziers and lit by taller torches. They gave a flickering light, sometimes gentle and sometimes casting odd shadows, but adding a playful and at the same time primal air to the event. Invitees had never-the-less been encouraged to bring a warm cloak, toga or palla, just in case. But it was meant to be a relaxed evening, not a stuffy, formal event. In his ponderings over the illnesses of Caesar's past, Tiberius had developed a hypothesis that one potential cause could be stress, and so this evening was meant to be something of a stress relief, a fun and fanciful time with friends, particularly for Titus. He'd invited their siblings and cousins, along with their peers. None of the older generation, whom he'd been accustomed to thinking of as the 'adults', because suddenly he and his were adults. There would be other, formal events for all generations in the near future, he was certain. Food had been organised, not a multi-course, reclined cena but rather platters of tasty, nibbly delicacies, carried by slaves or placed on strategic stone tables. Other slaves carried pitchers of wine, ranging from the vinyards along the Tiber through to Greek vintages, and elegant glass cups were available to drink from. Tiberius had asked Marcus Junius Silanus to organise entertainment, and already a flautist was playing a merry tune by one brazier, whilst nearby a juggler tossed coloured leather balls in increasingly complex patterns whilst balancing another on their nose. The layout of the gardens meant that there were several spaces, corners for conversation or the central area for lively conviviality. Here and there Praetorian Guards were unobtrusive in the shadows, keeping an eye on their Imperial charges, whilst more screened entrants at the gates. Once inside, the gardens seemed almost magical. (OOC: Open to: Characters under 30, of Imperial or Patrician class, as guests Slaves of guests Hired entertainers.)

Tiberius was a serious young man - too serious according to some of his peers - and perhaps a trifle reserved. Whether that was purely his character was possible, but more likely it was at least contributed to by his tumultuous childhood. He'd never wanted for care and rarely for some affection, but the all too frequent changes in parental figures had encouraged a self-reliance and a tendency to think before he spoke. Swallowing his olive, the younger man nodded in agreement. "My father - Caesar Quintus - takes a great deal of care with our education; mine and Titus's." For Quintus wasn't out of the picture yet, even if he had retired and was currently at his estates. He referred to Quintus as father, even though he'd called his step-father Honorius the same. Even Geta had been a kind of father-figure for a while. Indeed, the one he remembered least well was his biological father, who passed when he was only very young. "But there are many opportunities to learn, if one recognises them when they present." There was an almost playful light in his eyes for a moment. Yes, he definitely saw Aulus's company as a learning opportunity. And Aulus was the very example of success, as he pointed out achieving his ambition, and at the youngest possible age. Tiberius admired his achievement, and the determination it had no doubt required. But he also admired his dedication to his work. It was one thing to be ambitious in personal glory, another to be ambitious in service. In that Tiberius saw much to admire, for he thought along similar lines. And himself? "It is my intention to follow the cursus honorum." He replied, having intended such from the start. His experience as a minor magistrate had been interesting, but Rome's success was built on it's military and to understand the Empire you had to understand her armies. "I will always serve and aid Titus, of course. But unless he wishes me elsewhere, I shall hope for appointment as a tribunus militum." It was true that, being an Empire, Caesar could largely do as he wished, and often his family could too, but Tiberius considered it important that he too played by the rules. Else why have them? And one would not wish to set a poor example for others to follow. Plus he was interested in the learning opportunities - and travel opportunities - of the role. "Did you serve your time as a tribunus militum in Rome? Or in the provinces?" He asked, curious. @Sharpie

The corner of Tiberius's mouth quirked upwards at Theodorus's diffident question. Here he was occupying the poor man's time when he likely had injured gladiators to see to, and because he was whom he was, the medicus was being very careful about humouring him, whilst obviously hoping he'd get to the point soon. It suggested a patience that many men lacked. The young prince found himself liking the man, a good impression on first meeting. And the question was a valid one. A moment after it appeared the half-smile faded, and Tiberius looked out over the area at the training gladiators as he chose his words. "I don't doubt you follow basic politics; suffice to say that Caesar Quintus abdicated due to failing health." He said, by way of preamble. Perhaps Theodorus already knew that. "What concerns me is that he is not the only Caesar who's health has failed him. My brother Caesar Darius, and my father Caesar Claudius, both had much the same, and they declined even to death." Though the young man couldn't know that there were other circumstances surrounding his father's decline. "It is this trend which concerns me. I am the last male Claudian, and there are fewer of the Flavii-Alexandrii than there were." Though they hadn't run out of them yet. But Tiberius didn't want to see his family wither away under the pressure of the Empire. "Rome would suffer, if the Caesarship were to be called into question again, and I would not see her do so. And so I search for some way to prevent my brother Titus from suffering the same fate." He gave the medicus a direct look from wide blue eyes, and for a moment looked very much the worried young man, for all his fancy toga and attendants. Then there was a blink and an indrawn breath, and the moment passed. "Your words agree with your compatriots at the Palace, at least. Healthy eating, fresh air, time outdoors. All things in moderation and nothing in excess." Which was sensible enough, but surely their family was already taking such advice. Again that glance away, aware that he'd spilled his concerns to a man he didn't really know, on a moment's rare impulse. So comfortable was the man's company. "I simply wish I knew what excess might cause such conditions." He said quietly, then looked back again, again that half-smile, this time apologetic. "But I fear that I have wasted your time, medicus." @Chevi

September 76AD "Ave Caesar." Tiberius called, presuming to enter his step-brother's rooms, where he assumed the other was working. "Titus." He added, more familiarly, as he came into view. "I'm taking cena on the balcony; come join me." He urged gently, hoping that his brother would take the excuse for a break from work to relax a little and have something to eat. Tiberius saw it as his duty to assist Titus in his new and sudden role in any way he could, from taking on whatever duties Caesar wished, to reminding him when he needed to take a break. He was also more than happy to serve as adviser, sounding board for ideas, and to filter and run interference with the endless string of Senatores who wanted the Caesar's attention. But all the formality of their sudden duties aside, he also enjoyed just talking with his brother, forgetting for a moment that they suddenly had the weight of the Empire on their shoulders. @Kali

The full twenty-five years. Which meant that he had earned not only full citizenship but the rank of equite and land to go with it. Yet there was no narrow purple stripe on his tunica, no gold ring on his left hand, and he was working at the ludus. Admitedly in a valued position, and given the nature of his work it would be reasonable not to wear his finery, but still... Tiberius had taken him for a Pleb. He felt a little guilty at having judged the scroll by it's label. I learned a lot. As a medicus. "I imagine that you did, and more besides," likely not all of it pleasant, "in the course of your considerable service to the Empire." Something didn't seem quite right, but Tiberius was being schooled in politics, so knew better than to simply blurt out what was on his mind. Blue eyes met brown thoughtfully. Perhaps he would find out in time. "I am interested in the science of avoiding illness, and maintaining health." He revealed at last, pleasantries completed. "I anticipate that, as well as treating injuries, you would be responsible for keeping both Legionnaires and gladiators healthy." He suggested. Did they get sick? What made them get sick? How did one prevent it? Clean water and surroundings were obvious, but what else. What was it, with the finest foods and accomodations in the Empire, that kept striking down Imperials? @Chevi

"Excellent. I appreciate the company." He was hungry, and yes he could have gone back to the palace, but far more pleasant and interesting to have lunch here and talk to the Consul. An important man, if Aulus had the time for him then Tiberius definitely had the time for the Consul. Two Praetorian Guards left their places by the wall and fell in just behind them as the two men headed away from the Senate building in the direction of the discrete Taverna. One took up position outside whilst the other followed them in and settled at a corner table, out of the way but still within quick reach of his charge. There was another chair for the lictor if he wished. The proprietor was clearly accustomed to Senatorial customers, and quickly but quietly brought out a platter of tasty morsels and a jug of watered, spiced wine for the Consul and the Prince, and a plate of fresh bread, cheese and smoked fish for those who accompanied them. Nodding in acknowledgement of the man's quiet efficiency, Tiberius settled a the table by the open window, pleasantly shaded by vine leaves, and chose an olive. How was he finding political life? "Interesting." He replied, meeting the Consul's blue gaze squarely. "I am aware I still have much to learn, but then life is a learning experience." And he had a significant head start in that particular arena, having been trained for this role all his life. There were times when he'd wished for a more carefree childhood, but that was not the life of an Imperial, even without insurrections. "The direction of the Empire's future is not something to be taken lightly." And he did not. "And I am provided with some excellent role models." He added the last with a fleet smile, clearly meaning to include Aulus's example amongst those. Because Aulus was a man of great political influence, his career the epitome of what a Senator aspired to. "How is the Consulship treating you?" He asked, interested to know. How was the other man managing the role, and how did he see that going? @Sharpie

Corinthian. Tiberius had to think for a moment, but spend hours being tutored on the geography of the Empire, and after a moment that portion of the map resolved in his mind. Achaean then. But the city was important to him, whether for cultural reasons or personal. He would remember that. And it brought to mind Claudia Corinthia, his cousin, daughter of Manius Caesar and Claudia Gaia who had been a slave from the same region. He had first wondered whether Theodorus might have been a freed slave, but the man himself offered correction without even realising it had been needed. He'd served in the legions, and presumably earned full citizenship that way. "A philosophy we share then." The young Imperial mused, pleased with the discovery. "Learning is a life long pursuit. I imagine that you would have seen much on the frontiers" Somewhere he had yet to go. Oh he'd been to the provinces, but it wasn't the same thing. And he did like to hear about others' experiences, much like he'd pestered his uncle Octavius for stories of the provinces as a teen. "How long did you serve?" @Chevi

Some viewed Senate sittings as boring, but to Tiberius they were an important part of the good workings of the Empire. Some of the Senators were boring certainly, those too staid or selfish in their views, but largely the Senate acted as the check and balance on the whims of the ruling class; history showed that a dictatorship could do far more damage than stodgy Senators. But they were the exception. Most here, like Tiberius himself, were born and raised to understand their duty in governing Rome well and fairly, and that their privilege extended from that. An Empire well run benefited all, which was why he always attended the Senate where possible, and paid close attention to the proceedings. Afterwards though, if the session were particularly heavy or detailed, he appreciated a moment to pause and collect his thoughts before moving on. He wasn't the only one taking a few minutes in the shade of the portico, and there were a few quiet conversations happening as Senators mingled in the square below. Still, when an older voice called out 'Claudius Sabucius', Tiberius froze for a moment, feeling the ghosts of his father and brothers behind him. But it was himself the man was addressing, and the words rammed home the fact that he, now, was the only one to carry that name, and thus the head of Caesar Claudius's line. It was a very strange feeling, but one to which he must become accustomed. Adjusting his snowy white toga to cover his momentary pause, Tiberius turned to greet the man with a smile, recognising one of the Empire's most influential politicians. "Consul Calpurnius Praetextatus." He inclined his head politely in greeting. He didn't know him well personally, but Tiberius did know that the Consul had always been a staunch supporter and servant of Quintus, and was heir to his father, with whom the young Imperial shared a name. "Good day to you too. Not too tiresome, no; thank you." Despite the length of some sessions, Tiberius held them all important. "How have you been?" Their meeting was, perhaps, an opportunity. Across the way and up a street was a small but very respectable Taverna. "The session was long however. I'm going to get something to eat. Would you care to join me?" Perhaps over a jug of watered wine and a plate of bread, fruit and olives, he might learn more about the man who was Consul. @Sharpie

@Sharpie and @Kali we could do a formal meeting in the palace? I don't know what Tiberius's role is officially (if any) but he'd be there to support his brother the Caesar in any way that Titus will put up with.