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ataraxionlogs2012-10-20 05:06 pm
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CHARACTERS: Baron Vladimir Harkonnen & Rickon Stark
LOCATION: Passenger quarters - a kitchen
WARNINGS: Direwolf-prompted outbursts of foul language are likely.
SUMMARY: Vlad attempts to find something to do, and Rickon discovers a strange monster. . .
NOTES: My first log post, so I hope this is formatted properly!
[The Baron Vladmir Harkonnen was rapidly discovering the meaning of true boredom. He thought that he had experienced it before many times in his 80-some years of living, but, apparently he'd mistaken a temporary lack of interest in dull matters for actual boredom. True boredom, it turned out, had nothing to do with that- technically, there were plenty of interesting things on board the Tranquility. But for the first time in his entire life, the Baron found him bereft of any obvious method of applying himself. The notion of applying to become a functional part of the crew was quickly written off- Vladimir was used to being at the top of a power structure, and had no desire to find himself elsewhere.
The genuine boredom was the worst of it all, but the lack of slaves and various household functionaries was a close second. The passenger quarters were anything but adequate in his opinion, and there was no excuse for the lack of staff, or the occasional strangeness. Not that strangeness had kept him from exploring his surroundings, or at least the passenger quarters and a bit beyond- the architecture that surrounded the entirely inadequate living areas was far more interesting than they were. However, basic needs were far more important, and lately, his explorations kept bringing him back to the kitchens.
For, the combination of boredom, a lack of cooks, and the need to apply himself to something beyond skulking in his quarters had proven something of a motivator. Vladimir had never bothered with cooking in the past, but, he greatly enjoyed the results, and had a good understanding of the basic theory and chemistry behind the procedures. Proper cooking was the sort of pasttime that could be excused as practicing a form of art, albeit a transient one, and thus, excusable. Nobility could not lower itself to drudgery, but, could certainly practice the arts. It could also indulge in whatever pleasures were at hand- at least according to the Baron- and so, he had also taken to indulging more liberally than usual in the use of the Spice. It did have its recreational qualities, and provided a useful bit of relief from boredom on its own.
Thus it is that on this day, the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen is floating about one of the kitchens, slightly high on melange, and scrutinizing the current stock of ingredients (inadequate of course, but that at least presented an engaging challenge), and lamenting the utter lack of an Imperial delicacy known as slig. As has become his habit when not in his quarters, his personal shield is set to a moderate frequency, enough to affect the refractive qualities of the atmosphere immediately surrounding him.]
LOCATION: Passenger quarters - a kitchen
WARNINGS: Direwolf-prompted outbursts of foul language are likely.
SUMMARY: Vlad attempts to find something to do, and Rickon discovers a strange monster. . .
NOTES: My first log post, so I hope this is formatted properly!
[The Baron Vladmir Harkonnen was rapidly discovering the meaning of true boredom. He thought that he had experienced it before many times in his 80-some years of living, but, apparently he'd mistaken a temporary lack of interest in dull matters for actual boredom. True boredom, it turned out, had nothing to do with that- technically, there were plenty of interesting things on board the Tranquility. But for the first time in his entire life, the Baron found him bereft of any obvious method of applying himself. The notion of applying to become a functional part of the crew was quickly written off- Vladimir was used to being at the top of a power structure, and had no desire to find himself elsewhere.
The genuine boredom was the worst of it all, but the lack of slaves and various household functionaries was a close second. The passenger quarters were anything but adequate in his opinion, and there was no excuse for the lack of staff, or the occasional strangeness. Not that strangeness had kept him from exploring his surroundings, or at least the passenger quarters and a bit beyond- the architecture that surrounded the entirely inadequate living areas was far more interesting than they were. However, basic needs were far more important, and lately, his explorations kept bringing him back to the kitchens.
For, the combination of boredom, a lack of cooks, and the need to apply himself to something beyond skulking in his quarters had proven something of a motivator. Vladimir had never bothered with cooking in the past, but, he greatly enjoyed the results, and had a good understanding of the basic theory and chemistry behind the procedures. Proper cooking was the sort of pasttime that could be excused as practicing a form of art, albeit a transient one, and thus, excusable. Nobility could not lower itself to drudgery, but, could certainly practice the arts. It could also indulge in whatever pleasures were at hand- at least according to the Baron- and so, he had also taken to indulging more liberally than usual in the use of the Spice. It did have its recreational qualities, and provided a useful bit of relief from boredom on its own.
Thus it is that on this day, the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen is floating about one of the kitchens, slightly high on melange, and scrutinizing the current stock of ingredients (inadequate of course, but that at least presented an engaging challenge), and lamenting the utter lack of an Imperial delicacy known as slig. As has become his habit when not in his quarters, his personal shield is set to a moderate frequency, enough to affect the refractive qualities of the atmosphere immediately surrounding him.]