You have now entered the headquarters of Croc Bite, Dionysias' most popular and oldest newspapyros agency. We do not just spread the usual information handed down by the priests and officials; we do take pride in hunting down interesting people for interesting interviews. As our regular readers know, the world does not end at our borders.
For the next issue we are proud to be able to present a breathtaking group of amazing men who have agreed to share their private experiences exclusively with you, esteemed reader. Have you ever fancied yourself to be the favourite of a high-born nobleman?
Croc Bite has managed to gather as much as five famous young men from three different parts of the world for an in-depth discussion about their experiences:
We are looking forward to having all those famous gentlemen in one room and finally learn their point of view.
| Seti: |
Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome our first guest, the famous (or infamous?) Mehdi Cyaxeres, friend of Bagoas, favourite of Alexander. Welcome Mehdi!
*applause*
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| Mehdi: |
*smiles composedly and demurely at the audience, fluffs his hair up and settles back with elegant grace*
Hellooooo everyone!
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| Seti: |
We're glad he caught his flying carpet that brought him straight from one of his adventures in faraway China to our little room in the back of the Drunken Croc! Mehdi, how was your journey? Will you want something to drink?
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| Mehdi: |
Do you have anything besides that nasty green tea that's all they seem to drink in China? A nice red wine from Shiraz would be good.
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| Seti: |
*shouts to the main room*
Moreofdis, do we have red wine from Shiraz? No? What?
*turns to Mehdi*
We have Egyptian beer. With straws.
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| Mehdi: |
Egyptian beer is the best you can do?
*sniffs*
Very well, and two straws please. And a paper cocktail umbrella.
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| Moreofdis: |
*shouts over from the bar*
How about Falernian from Rome? I know it's horse piss, but maybe he likes it!
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| Mehdi: |
I'm not drinking horse piss! My stomach is already unsettled enough after that flying carpet ride!
*Turns to complain to his agent*
I hope we're getting paid well for this interview?
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| Moreofdis: |
*enters, putting a huge cup with a slightly slimy substance in front of Mehdi, Egyptian beer*
"Your beer, Sir. I would advise you to use a straw because of the ... remnants. And here's your umbrella."
*puts up huge parasol*
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| Seti: |
So the ride on the flying carpet wasn't the wonderful experience I was told it would be?
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| Mehdi: |
*sips, makes slight gagging noises and discreetly tips the beer into a nearby potted palm*
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| [Palm: |
*shivers and withers*]
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| Mehdi: |
You've obviously never been on a flying carpet. The facilities are appalling - no mirrors, in fact no bathrooms! It's disgraceful really. But at least they don't smell as bad as camels.
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| Sinuhe: |
What do you need a bathroom for? A ride over here only takes about 15 minutes!
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| Seti: |
Shhhh!!
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| Seti: |
That's truly disgusting, dear Mehdi! I will complain at the travel agency!
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| Mehdi: |
Thank you, most kind of you, please do.
*takes out a small pocket mirror and grooms eyebrows delicately with a forefinger, then looks anxious*
Gods, I look windswept? Do you have makeup artists on set?
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| Sinuhe: |
*tries to make up*
So you were a friend of the famous Bagoas. Are you also -
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| Seti: |
*clamps hand over Sinuhe's mouth*
-a friend of Alexander's?
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| Mehdi: |
Ah yes - dear Bagoas
*sighs wistfully*
Such a pretty and charming creature, though he lacked certain - things. But I suppose Alexander liked it that way - no competition, you know?
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| Seti: |
Yes, we do have makeup artists here - all this eye-lining that's so fashionable these days, you know ... Dioris, come over here, your services are needed!
*smiles apologetically at Mehdi*
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| Seti: |
*leans forward, looking very interested*
So you think that was the reason for Alexander's preferring Bagoas? An interesting thought! Do you have any proof or is this mere speculation?
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| Mehdi: |
Alexander missed his chance with me of course when he awarded Bagoas first prize in that dancing contest and I only got second prize. Everyone said it was an unfair fix as I was clearly the better dancer as well as better looking, but what can you do? Well....
*inspects nails demurely*
I can only guess at the reasons for Alexander's preferences, but if you ask me, after Hephaistion I dare say he didn't want another... challenge, in that respect.
Too many bulls in the same field, if you get my meaning
*smirks*
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| Seti: |
Ah ... So you think Bagoas first prize was prearranged? Since you also took part in the contest, does this mean you travelled through the desert along with Alexander's army?
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| Sinuhe: |
And does this mean -
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| Seti: |
*whispers urgently*
No, please don't ask ...
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| Mehdi: |
Oh gods yes - it was awful in the desert!
*looks faint at the memory*
The heat was unbearable and my kohl sticks melted.
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| Seti: |
Shocking!
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| Mehdi: |
I had to go without makeup for days
*shudders*
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| Seti/Sinuhe |
*pale*
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| Seti: |
But back to our original subject. You think Alexander chose Bagoas because he thought Hephaistion as a competition? Did you know Hephaistion personally?
If so, what is he like?
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| Mehdi: |
*Nods emphatically*
Terrible! What's that? Oh - Hephaistion
*chews a fingernail*
Yes I knew him, but he was such a snob about us Persian boys. Looking doen his long Macedonian nose as if WE were the barbarians. I think he was just jealous because we were prettier.
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| Seti: |
*hiding a wicked grin*
Ladies and Gentlemen, this leads us to our next guest. Please welcome Hephaistion Philalexandros!
*applause*
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| Mehdi: |
*screams*
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| Hephaistion: |
*enters and sees Mehdi*
What's THAT doing here?
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| Mehdi: |
*Bristles like a bad-tempered cat*
I hope you fumigated the place after you let that unwashed Greek in here!
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| Hephaistion: |
I thought this was a decent show, all about history?
*growls*
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| Mehdi: |
YOU'RE history
*growls*
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| Hephaistion: |
You're right, I will make it into the records, and that's why you're such a sour grape. You've always been like that. Just a tiny sour grape that couldn't even compete with this other brat, Bagoas.
*growls*
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| Mehdi: |
*small shriek of outrage*
At least I won't go down into history as the LOSER, you... loser!
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| Hephaistion: |
And you can't dance.
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| Mehdi: |
*slaps Hephaistion*
Then why did you ask me for a private show?
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| Hephaistion: |
Always be in for the SECOND prize, eh? Because Bagoas didn't have time.
*smirks*
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| Mehdi: |
No he didn't have time - because he was with Alexander and you weren't!
*smirks*
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| Hephaistion: |
No. At that evening he was searching for his makeup case.
*grins*
But that doesn't change the fact that you're just second class.
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| Mehdi: |
*confides to Seti*
I told him I'd rather give the camel-handler a private show than him. He's just bitter.
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| Seti: |
*helpless*
Gentlemen ... please ... we're all civilised... What?
*turns to Hephaistion*
Is that true? He didn't perform for you?
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| Mehdi: |
Some of are civilised, some are just Macedonian
*sniffs*
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| Hephaistion: |
*snorts*
He just doesn't remember. Made quite a spectacle of himself, falling drunken from the table.
*glances at Mehdi*
Coming from you this is a compliment. Besides, Alexander, whom you always have fancied, was a Macedonian as well.
*smirks*
You're right Seti, let's exchange a few decent sentences. Can someone please silence that Persian princess? A gag will do nicely.
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| Mehdi: |
I never fancied him!
*huffs*
I wouldn't queer the pitch for my dear best friend Bagoas! And I wasn't drunk, someone pushed me off the table
*glares at Hephaistion*
I always had my suspicions! We were having a nice chat til that smelly barbarian arrived
*sulks*
My agent didn't tell me I'd be sharing the spotlight.
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| Hephaistion: |
*looks innocent*
Pushed you off the table? Nice story.
*turns to Seti*
Best friend! He was royally pissed ever since Bagoas won the contest.
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| Seti: |
Uhm, yes, spotlight.
*ignores the ongoing bickering and addresses the audience*
And now please give a warm welcome to one of the most mysterious young men history can provide. He was an Emperor's lover, a model in many ways. Please welcome Antinous Flavius!
*applauds*
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| Antinous: |
*smiles enigmatically and ignores the unseemly squabbling*
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| Seti: |
I forgot to offer you something to drink, Hephaistion. What will it be? Antinous, so good to have you with us! May I offer you something to drink? Falernian perhaps?
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| Hephaistion: |
Whatever you have, as long as it contains alcohol. My stomach still hurts.
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| Antinous: |
Yes please
*glances at the others*
You had better water it well though.
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| Hephaistion: |
*glares at Mehdi*
I should have heeded Alexander's words - never accept chicken from a Persian chicken!
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| Mehdi: |
*looks entirely innocent*
I can't imagine what you're implying - loser!
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| Antinous: |
*whispers to Seti*
Are those two the comedy turn before the serious interviews?
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| Seti: |
*smiles relieved at Antinous*
Well watered wine, coming up right now! There you are. Did you have a good journey? Fortunately it wasn't such a long one ... Honestly, I'm not so sure anymore about the comedy turn...
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| Hephaistion: |
*smirks*
At least I haven't lost ... other things!
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| Antinous: |
Yes, the Emperor and myself were visiting Alexandria anyway. I go everywhere with him nowdays
*smiles sphinx-like*
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| Mehdi: |
*sticks his nail-file sharply into Hephaistion's thigh*
It can be arranged!
*hisses*
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| Seti: |
Fascinating! Please tell us - how's the life of the Emperor's favourite like? I gather you travel a lot?
*smiles at Antinous*
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| Hephaistion: |
*swats casually at Mehdi and plucks nail-file out of his thigh*
You can't even remember where it is.
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| Antinous: |
*tries valiantly to ignore the altercation on the other sofa*
Yes, we've recently returned from a tour of the Empire. Next week Hadrian has promised to take me boating on the Nile for some relaxation.
It's not an easy life being the favourite of an Emperor - there are always upstarts trying to push themselves forward
*eyes Mehdi and Hephaistion*
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| Seti: |
How nice! You know what we Egyptians say? Whoever drowns in the waters of the Nile will never be forgotten and is blessed because he rests with the Gods! Ignore those two, please.
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| Sinuhe: |
*checks the Silurian bouncers are on hand in case things get too heated*
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| Seti: |
*gestures at Teefix*
Are you sure these aren't impostors? No? Hmmmmm...
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| Hephaistion: |
*ignores Antinous' remark and stitches wound caused by Persian nail-file*
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| Antinous: |
May I correct you please Sinuhe - he who drowns in the waters of the Nile will become a god! It's part of my contract
*continues to look mysterious*
Um -- Seti that was. All you Egyptians look alike under those wigs
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| Seti: |
What cannot be said about you Romans!
*smiles admiringly at the beautiful youth*
Please tell us, how did Hadrian discover you? It surely was very dramatic?
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| Antinous: |
I was barely 14 when I entranced him hopelessly
*smiles reminiscingly*
But so beautiful even then! Hadrian is a cultured man who recognises and appreciates true quality and saw my potential. I trust I lived up to that potential
*mysteriously demure look*
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| Seti: |
I can well imagine that!
*smiles even more admiringly at the mysterious Antinous*
Apart from your undeniable beauty, what other qualities of you entranced Hadrian? What does he admire most about you?
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| Antinous: |
He says I have the best legs and sharpest wit of anyone who caught his eye before. And of course, one needs certain talents to keep an Emperor entranced once you've snared him - I'm not sure that would be a suitable subject for your audience though. Oh and please, I am not a Roman - I am Bithynian. There's a huge difference between myself and Roman favourites
*little grimace*
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| Seti: |
Oh, that's my fault entirely, please forgive me!
*glares at editorial staff*
Yes, I can see both of these qualities quite clearly.
*smiles faintly*
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| Sinuhe: |
*nudges Seti out of trance*
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| Antinous: |
*stretches his legs and gives Seti a enigmatic and smouldering look*
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| Seti: |
What? Oh. Yes. How long have you kept ... Hadrian entranced ... by now
*looks entranced*
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| Antinous: |
*purring*
Five years, almost, although of course I played hard to get for much of that time. Just to make sure he was truly entranced, you understand
*runs a finger up Seti's arm confidingly*
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| Mehdi: |
*scribbles notes on Antinous's seduction techniques in the background*
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| Seti: |
*stares at arm and erupting goose bumps*
I'm sure you ...
*voice trails off*
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| Sinuhe: |
*sighs exasperatedly*
Seti. SETI!
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| Seti: |
....
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| Sinuhe: |
Teefix! Something's wrong with the High Priest!
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| Teefix: |
*grumbles*
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| Antinous: |
Maybe he should lie down on the couch for a while?
*purrs*
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| Sinuhe: |
What have you done to him? You ...!
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| Teefix: |
*lowers Seti onto the couch, the Egyptians eyes are riveted on Antinous*
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| Hephaistion: |
*musing*
There's something to his technique, I must admit that.
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| Sinuhe: |
*fans fresh air into Seti's face*
Don't do that to me! I'm not prepared to do the interview!
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| Seti: |
...
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| Teefix: |
*grumbles*
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| Sinuhe: |
*coughs loudly*
Teefix, get a glass of cold water to throw over the High Priest, and I think we'd better bring on another guest quickly!
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| Seti: |
*shakes off cold water and stares at the mysterious Antinous*
Wow!
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| Sinuhe: |
*rather nervous*
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome our next guest - the favourite of Rome's best-loved villain Catalina - Tongilius!!
*applause*
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| Tongilius: |
*enters with the elegant grace of a tiger and glances, momentarily taken aback, at the semi-conscious Seti and mysteriously smiling Antinous*
Hello all! I see Antinous is wreaking havoc again?
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| Sinuhe: |
So pleased you could join us today, Tongilius, and please excuse the High Priest - he's feeling a little queer at the moment
*kicks Seti sharply*
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| Tongilius: |
*grins at Sinuhe*
Yes, he seems to be feeling quite queer. Do you have a beer ready? If not, water will do.
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| Sinuhe: |
*smiling brightly*
Teefix, a beer for our guest please! Ah, you and Antinous are acquainted already? How nice - a reunion of old friends?
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| Seti: |
*follows with his eyes Antinous' slender fingers trailing up his arm, utterly transfixed and lost to the world*
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| Tongilius: |
Not exactly, no. He's okay for one of those imperial softies. Thanks for the beer, Teefix!
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| Antinous: |
*spares a momentary vicious glare for Tongilius*
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| Tongilius: |
Och no, he's really okay. I mean, they've never learned to fight. Oh matey, don't get mad at me. It's not your fault how you were raised. It's nothing personal, yes?
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| Sinuhe: |
So do tell us please, Tongilius, Cicero famously referred to you as "that creature", how would you answer that?
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| Tongilius: |
Who's Cicero? I mean, everybody refers to him as saviour of the Republic.
*snorts*
He's nothing but a bag of lies, a cheat and a murderer. All those stories he told about Cat and me! Disgusting!
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| Sinuhe: |
So there's no truth in all those stories of debauchery and wild excesses?
*looks disappointed*
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| Mehdi: |
*perks up at the mention of debauchery and wild excesses*
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| Tongilius: |
Oh, you're referring to THAT?
*grins complacently*
That's true to the letter, even if the old leech didn't ferret out everything. No, I was talking about that revolution thing.
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| Hephaistion: |
*stops stitching for the moment and looks interested*
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| Sinuhe: |
*sighs*
There's always something soooo romantic about revolutionaries isn't there! Is that what attracted you to Catalina?
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| Antinous: |
*nibbles on Seti's ear*
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| Tongilius: |
*grins*
No, we met earlier, it's just that Cicero didn't tell about it, that old liar. Did you know, for example, that he was after me?
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| Seti: |
*shivers*
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| Sinuhe: |
*pokes his stylus into Seti's leg*
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| Tongilius: |
I told you, this revolution thing was all a bag of lies. We only tried to defend ourselves. Ever since that dried-up Cicero had to give up on me, he'd blamed Cat for it. Which is partly correct. Sinuhe? What are you doing?
*leans forward*
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| Seti: |
*oblivious to Sinuhe's attempts since Antinous tries something else now*
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| Sinuhe: |
Sinuhe? me? Oh, um, nothing. Just trying to stop Seti drooling down his pectoral. So anyway, yes, Cicero doesn't seem to mention he was.. ah... after you, in his speeches.
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| Tongilius: |
Of course he didn't, silly. Everybody would have had a good laugh and called him the jealous fool he really was. No revolution, no revenge, no "saviour of the republic", no nothing. Period. Teefix, would you bring me another beer? This stuff's delicious, though a bit slimy - but you learn not to be overly picky out on the fields.
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| Hephaistion: |
*nods emphatically and smirks at Mehdi*
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| Mehdi: |
*mutters*
Tell me about it, some people will settle for anything they can get - ask Alexander!
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| Hephaistion: |
As Bagoas proves.
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| Mehdi: |
Jealous old bitch
*sticks tongue out*
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| Hephaistion: |
You know whom he turned to in the end. Yes, stick out all you CAN.
*grins*
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| Sinuhe: |
*trying to ignore the bickering*
So is it true Cat - I mean Catalina - only got revolutionary fervour when his own application to set up an Empire was refused by the Senate?
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| Antinous: |
Teefix, does this place have a back room?
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| Tongilius: |
No, he wanted to go the time-honoured way, you know, with the peoples' blessings. It was just that this old fart Cicero ployed against us, turned the Senators around with threats and bribes, ruined Cat's reputation. And when he decided to do away with us entirely, we HAD to act.
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| Teefix: |
We're already in the back room. But there's a nice little house next door, the Swaying Palms.
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| Sinuhe: |
*hisses at Teefix*
It's closed today while I'm trying to do these interviews, you idiot!
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| Seti: |
*with shaky voice*
There's a second set of keys down in my ... yes.
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| Teefix: |
*grumbles*
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| Sinuhe: |
*firmly grabs Seti*
You are not slipping off and leaving these princesses to me to deal with! We still have one more guest, remember?
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| Tongilius: |
You see, it's all about self-defence. No revolution.
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| Seti: |
You're doing just fine, sweetheart.
*slips out of the room with Antinous*
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| Antinous: |
*glances languidly at Tongilius as they leave*
You should have tried a different method, darling. Love is mightier than the sword.
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| Tongilius: |
*calls after Antinous*
Loving CICERO? I'd rather make love to my sword! Which I did, coming to think of it.
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| Sinuhe: |
*gulps and looks nervously at Teefix*
Is it time for a commercial break yet??
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| Hephaistion: |
*grins, amused by it all*
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| Teefix: |
*grumbles and carries stone tablet through the room, advertising the Swaying Palms*
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| Sinuhe: |
*smiles brightly and helplessly, wishing he'd read more about Roman history instead of just Hello magazine*
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| Teefix: |
*drops stone tablet and prompts with a stage whisper*
There's another guest waiting outside, young priest ...
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| Tongilius: |
That was all? Lame show. Can I have another beer, Teefix?
*looks at Hephaistion*
Nice stitches! Did you do them all by yourself?
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| Hephaistion: |
*grins proudly*
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| Sinuhe: |
*pulls himself together, the show must go on after all, even if the main host is - distracted elsewhere*
Thank you, Teefix! Better show him in! And more beers all round - no make it something stronger!
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| Sinuhe: |
Ladies and gentleman, I introduce our final guest for today - all the way from the fabled Orient, the luscious favourite of the Emperor Zhao - Jin Shang!!
*applause*
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| Jin: |
*floats gracefully inside and bows first to Sinuhe and then to the audience - and pointedly ignores Mehdi*
Ni hao.
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| Mehdi: |
*screeches and throws a cushion at Jin*
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| Hephaistion: |
*smirks*
Another one who's made your acquaintance, eh?
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| Mehdi: |
Murderer!! Bitch!!
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| Sinuhe: |
*looks round wildly for the bouncers*
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| Jin: |
*gracefully avoids flying cushion and insults hurled at him and purrs at Sinuhe*
Ni hao, esteemed young priest. You must feel terrible in this company.
*brushes dust off sleeve*
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| Tongilius: |
*stares at exotic guest*
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| Sinuhe: |
*wipes his brow*
What? Oh no
*weak smile*
It makes a nice change from tending the shrine. So nice to see, you, and ooooh... is that real Chinese silk?
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| Jin: |
*purring sweetly*
Yes, do you want to touch it?
*turns mesmerising eyes upon the young priest*
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| Sinuhe: |
*stares into Jin's dark eyes and swallows hard, licking his lips*
So... um.... Jin.... so do you have any tips for our viewers on how to entrance an Emperor?
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| Jin: |
*breathes softly*
Yes ...
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| Mehdi: |
*growls*
The shameless little slut is up to his tricks already!
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| Hephaistion: |
Shut up and pay attention, you might learn something useful at last.
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| Jin: |
*hides a smile*
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| Mehdi: |
*wallops Hephaistion with another cushion*
Just because I never played any of my tricks on you - loser!
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| Hephaistion: |
Yes, some of us are lucky.
*smirks and plucks pillow out of Mehdi's hand*
Weakling.
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| Sinuhe: |
*leans closer to Jin as if drawn on a thread*
I'm sure I'm not the only one that's eager to hear your tips....
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| Jin: |
*places his fingers delicately on Sinuhe's hand and whispers confidentially*
First you catch his eyes ...
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| Sinuhe: |
*eyes riveted*
Uh-huh..... That must be easy for someone as beautiful as you...
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| Jin: |
*looks down modestly*
You think me beautiful?
*leans even closer*
Zhao thought so too, young priest.
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| Teefix: |
Sinuhe?
*nudges young priest*
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| Sinuhe: |
Hmmm? What? Go away, Teefix, can't you see I'm interviewing this exquisite creature?
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| Teefix: |
*growls*
If only you WERE interviewing him.
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| Mehdi: |
*snorts loudly and rudely*
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| Sinuhe: |
*stares enraptured at Jin*
All the questions just seem to have temporarily flown my head....
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| Jin: |
*smiles alluringly at Sinuhe and gently follows the beating pulse on his neck with his fingertips*
Do you know a place where I could help you regain your memory? It always worked SO well with Zhao.
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| Hephaistion: |
*smirks at Mehdi and points at Sinuhe and Jin*
See? You'll always be secon-
*is interrupted by flying cushion*
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| Sinuhe: |
*swallows hard and closes his eyes*
Teefix, is there any more of that cold water? So lovely Jin, is your position of Manager of Horses for the Imperial Attendant Carriages a token position only?
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| Mehdi: |
*hisses at Hephaistion*
At least I won't always be a total loser!
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| Jin: |
*traces the exquisite slopes of Sinuhe's face*
Oh no, dear priest. I've fought hard for this position and gained it outside of the Emperor's chambers.
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| Hephaistion: |
*smirks*
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| Mehdi: |
*sneers*
He means he had to sleep his way through the entire court hierarchy before he reached the Emperor's bed
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| Hephaistion: |
Not totally, no. I leave that to others.
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| Sinuhe: |
*papyrus of interview notes crumbles between his sweating and trembling hands*
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| Jin: |
*awards Mehdi with trademarked "dust beneath my sandals" look and turns to Sinuhe again, looking concerned*
You should do something about your pulse, sweet one.
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| Mehdi: |
Just don't take any drugs he offers you for it, they tend to stop the pulse entirely
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| Sinuhe: |
I feel quite giddy all of a sudden... maybe it's your exquisite perfume... I think I need a lie-down...
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| Jin: |
*eyes lovely young priest*
Yes, I think you do ...
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| Teefix: |
*growls*
NOT HERE!
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| Sinuhe: |
*points to Teefix's advertising stone for the Swaying Palms*
I have a small place close by
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| Jin: |
*smiles sweetly and gently helps Sinuhe to his feet*
You do? How fortunate.
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| Tongilius: |
*wanders over to Mehdi and smiles*
I think we haven't met before, have we? I sure would remember such an exquisite beauty as you are.
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| Mehdi: |
*eyes Hephaistion and Tongilius thoughtfully*
Do you suppose he has any extra spare rooms?
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| Hephaistion: |
*huffs*
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| Tongilius: |
*eyes Mehdi*
I've heard something in the affirmative.
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| Mehdi: |
*purrs at Tongilius*
And I'm sure I would have remembered such a dashing handsome revolutionary as yourself!
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| Teefix: |
*admires stitches on Hephaistion's leg*
Nice work.
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| Sinuhe: |
*is drawn towards the door, without resistance*
Well, ladies and gentlemen, since something seems to have.. ah, come up, I think that just about concludes our round of interviews for this time....
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| Tongilius: |
*thoroughly flattered*
You must tell me about your adventures!
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| Teefix: |
*whispers to Hephaistion*
I have another set of keys for the Swaying Palms.
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| Mehdi: |
*lowers eyelashes*
I'd be pleased to.
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| Tongilius: |
*kneels down beside Mehdi*
I've never seen a Persian dance before. Would you ... perhaps ... ?
*blushes*
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| Hephaistion: |
*delighted*
You do?
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| Teefix: |
I could show you a few of my scars too. I've got some interesting ones just right there.
*smiles proudly*
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| Mehdi: |
*modestly*
Ah you haven't seen ANYTHING til you've seen a Persian dance! Maybe we could retire to this House everyone keeps advertising and I might give you a private performance?
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| Tongilius: |
*enraptured*
Oh, you would do that for me? Mind if I carry you over?
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| Hephaistion: |
I could show you mine in return.
*rises, puts an arm around Teefix' shoulders and both walk off, talking animatedly about battle scars*
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| Mehdi: |
*sighs blissfully and twines his arms round Tongilius's neck*
Oh you're such a gentleman, and so strong too!
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| Tongilius: |
*smiles in bliss*
You smell wonderful, like roses, and you're light as a peacock's feather!
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| Mehdi: |
At last!! Someone who recognises real QUALITY!
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| Credits: |
Hosts:
Seti Yuya
Sinuhe Sekhmet
Guests (in order of appearance):
Mehdi Cyaxeres
Hephaistion Philalexandros
Antinous Flavius
Tongilius Sergius
Jin Shang
Special thanks to:
Teefix, Moreofdis, Dioris
A slap on the head for:
the editorial and research staff
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