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Miss Meglomania: There's nothing quite like that "new toy" feeling...engrained in childhood, and just continually upgraded, lol...
Matrixrefugee197: That, and I've got an incentive for getting the new machine set-up (besides getting away from all the madness on this box)... I'm raring to get the "Matrix Online" software installed, since they're having a kind of Hallowe'en party in-game, all weekend/
Miss Meglomania: Ooh, cool!!
(Giggling to herself, imagining all my headspace-members dressing up for Halloween...)
Matrixrefugee197: So are my bunch of houseguests... Flood was considering dressing as John Steed from "The Avengers"... and Cecie decided to dress as Emma Peel!
Miss Meglomania: LOL! Cal doesn't need to dress as anything whatsoever, she's scarey enough as is...Simone and Nicky are going in their usual "Neon Alice and the Mad Hatter" pairing...Ilia doesn't see the purpose in it whatsoever (spoilsport! :-P )...
Matrixrefugee197: ::Giggles:: I like Simone and Nicky's costume idea!
Miss Meglomania: That's what they've gone as every year since they met...it reasonable/funky enough and doesn't cost a lot of money- basically just throwing together random stuff through the year...
Matrixrefugee197: Hey, whatever works! Sometimes the random costumes wind up being the best ones.
Matrixrefugee197: Sure beats the guy who spent a lot of time and money rigging up a costume that looked like... a shoe.
Miss Meglomania: Me: "Oh, come on, get in the spirit of things, won't you? It's fun!"
Ilia: "Fine, I will dress in Versace and go as a contract-breaker. Sound good?"
Miss Meglomania: (LOL at the shoe!)
Matrixrefugee197: ::Giggles::
I'm not sure what Le Mero is dressing as...
Miss Meglomania: Probably something historical/mythological/fictional...lessee-- Casanova, Zeus, and Tom Jones?
Matrixrefugee197: LM: "I'm a little old to be Tom Jones, and I'm a *LOT* short to be Zeus... Casanova might work.
Miss Meglomania: Ilia: "Zeus could have been short...he became a lot of things, bull, swan, gold rain...hornier than you, old man. Maybe even worse than the tall Frenchman you share hotel with."
Matrixrefugee197: LM: "Mm, most likely... he made a grab at me the other night..." ::Wincing just a little::
Miss Meglomania: Ilia: "Poor old man... No- I meant him. If he is after someone that looks like *you*, he must really be desperate."
Matrixrefugee197: LM: "Or he's simply the sort who'd screw anything that moves and is of the age of consent..."
Miss Meglomania: (Oh, GOD- You-Know-Who popped into my head, grinned, and said, "Really? Well, then, what do you say to a financial negotiation?" OUT, you slimy fat bastard, OUT!)
Matrixrefugee197: And now Armand the Frenchman just stuck his ugly smirking face into my headspace... beat it!
Miss Meglomania: Kovacs: "Perhaps, since *I* seem not to be welcome either, we may discuss this matter in another room?"

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Miss Meglomania: There's nothing quite like that "new toy" feeling...engrained in childhood, and just continually upgraded, lol...
Matrixrefugee197: That, and I've got an incentive for getting the new machine set-up (besides getting away from all the madness on this box)... I'm raring to get the "Matrix Online" software installed, since they're having a kind of Hallowe'en party in-game, all weekend/
Miss Meglomania: Ooh, cool!!
(Giggling to herself, imagining all my headspace-members dressing up for Halloween...)
Matrixrefugee197: So are my bunch of houseguests... Flood was considering dressing as John Steed from "The Avengers"... and Cecie decided to dress as Emma Peel!
Miss Meglomania: LOL! Cal doesn't need to dress as anything whatsoever, she's scarey enough as is...Simone and Nicky are going in their usual "Neon Alice and the Mad Hatter" pairing...Ilia doesn't see the purpose in it whatsoever (spoilsport! :-P )...
Matrixrefugee197: ::Giggles:: I like Simone and Nicky's costume idea!
Miss Meglomania: That's what they've gone as every year since they met...it reasonable/funky enough and doesn't cost a lot of money- basically just throwing together random stuff through the year...
Matrixrefugee197: Hey, whatever works! Sometimes the random costumes wind up being the best ones.
Matrixrefugee197: Sure beats the guy who spent a lot of time and money rigging up a costume that looked like... a shoe.
Miss Meglomania: Me: "Oh, come on, get in the spirit of things, won't you? It's fun!"
Ilia: <irritably> "Fine, I will dress in Versace and go as a contract-breaker. Sound good?"
Miss Meglomania: (LOL at the shoe!)
Matrixrefugee197: ::Giggles::
I'm not sure what Le Mero is dressing as...
Miss Meglomania: Probably something historical/mythological/fictional...lessee-- Casanova, Zeus, and Tom Jones? <grinning>
Matrixrefugee197: LM: "I'm a little old to be Tom Jones, and I'm a *LOT* short to be Zeus... Casanova might work.
Miss Meglomania: Ilia: "Zeus could have been short...he became a lot of things, bull, swan, gold rain...hornier than you, old man. Maybe even worse than the tall Frenchman you share hotel with."
Matrixrefugee197: LM: "Mm, most likely... he made a grab at me the other night..." ::Wincing just a little::
Miss Meglomania: Ilia: "Poor old man... No- I meant him. If he is after someone that looks like *you*, he must really be desperate." <teasing>
Matrixrefugee197: LM: "Or he's simply the sort who'd screw anything that moves and is of the age of consent..."
Miss Meglomania: (Oh, GOD- You-Know-Who popped into my head, grinned, and said, "Really? Well, then, what do you say to a financial negotiation?" OUT, you slimy fat bastard, OUT!)
Matrixrefugee197: And now Armand the Frenchman just stuck his ugly smirking face into my headspace... beat it!
Miss Meglomania: Kovacs: "Perhaps, since *I* seem not to be welcome either, we may discuss this matter in another room?" <giving an annoyed look to me-- quit that!> "Delicate sensibilities seem to be present." <HEY!>
Matrixrefugee197: Armand: "Lead the way..."
Miss Meglomania: Kovacs: <smiling with business-like charm, ushering Armand into a room where financial discussion can proceed without disruption- but not before issuing a strong warning in Hungarian to his protege to stay put and not wander off>
Y-Ilia: <barely noticing them leave, anyway, but nods obediantly before returning to his book>
Matrixrefugee197: Marilyn enters softly, accompanied by two of her handmaidens, she looks concerned...
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <hearing her enter, rises and bows in a courtly way> "Good day, Madame...misses?" <not sure of the English word for multiple 'miss' in reference to the handmaidens>
Matrixrefugee197: M: "Good day, Monsieur Ilia." ::Blushing a little already, on account of the feelings this young man inspires in her::
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <gesturing towards the sofa> "Please, sit? Or, if you not to wanting it, is okay. I understand." <obviously his English is still shakey, but it's improving>
Matrixrefugee197: M: ::Sitting down, opposite him:: "I was hoping I'd find you here."
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <smiling warmly> "Is very flattering, Madame. Please, how are you today? You are to wanting tea?" <gesturing towards the tea-tray>
Matrixrefugee197: (( ::Blacking out on the next line...:: ))
Miss Meglomania: (that's alright, this just popped into my head:-)
Y-Ilia: <frowning, looking at her face> "Madame-- are you feel bad? You looking...not so good. Is problem?"
Matrixrefugee197: M: "Actually, I'm a little worried about someone..."
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <his demenour turning gentle, comforting> "You are wanting to talk about it? Or no? I can see, is not feeling good on you."
Matrixrefugee197: M: ::Smiling a little, there's something charming about his clumsy attempts at English:: "It's rather personal..."
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <gently reaching across the table, taking one of her hands in his own, and squeezing it just a little: not enough to be a break of decorum, just a show of empathy> "I respect. I not to asking questions, not talking about if you not wanting it." <small flickering smile, sympathetic>
Matrixrefugee197: M: ::Blushing and smiling, utterly charmed:: "...It's about you, actually... My husband and I are hoping you'd join our household."
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <a look of blank confusion on his face> "I...do not understand."
Miss Meglomania: (Lol, how to explain the situation delicately- "We're concerned you're living with a slimeball"? :-D)
Matrixrefugee197: M: "We were hoping to adopt you, if that's all right with your... guardian."
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: "I...is very kind, Madame, I am very flattered, I just...is not my decision." <blushing, *that* was about the last thing he ever thought he'd hear from this conversation!>
Matrixrefugee197: M: "I think you should be able to have some say in the matter."
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <internal: How do I tell her I *don't*?> "I...you are very nice people, very good people, I just...is not in my hand. Is law case, courts, and I...is not my choice, yes or no." <looking at her apologetically>
Matrixrefugee197: M: ::A little sadly:: "I see..."
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <can't think of anything else to tell her...he'd love to be able to accept her offer, he knows it'd be so much better than the life he has...but he can't>
Kovacs: <a burst of laughter from the next room, apparently negotiations are going well...>
Y-Ilia: <quietly> "I am soory, Your Majesty."
Matrixrefugee197: M: ::Hearing that laugh... guessing at what it could mean...::
Miss Meglomania: Nothing that would run in line with her and her husband's plan, that's for sure...
Matrixrefugee197: M: ::Looks a little sick, for a split second... but then her eyes grow dark with something like determination::
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <not so much recoiling from her, but certainly taken aback by this change in her demeanour> "Madame..." <cutting himself off; has a feeling he'd better not ask>
Miss Meglomania: (I'd imagine that Mari's "determined" expression is *quite* powerful, actually...she's got that fire in her...)
Matrixrefugee197: Ooh, indeed... But she's trying to keep it muted for the moment, so as not to scare the youngster.
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <fascinated by her expression, but turns his head at a snatch of conversation/laughter in the next room- God, those two are really having fun about this...turning back, composing his face> "You are...feeling alright, Madame?"
Matrixrefugee197: M: "Yes... A thought that passed through my mind upset me, but I think I can handle it."
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <reaching out again and taking her hannd in his...just holding it gently> "Is best you do that. Please, do not be concerned about me. I not wanting to see you upset."
Matrixrefugee197: M: "I'd rather be upset over you than over a lot of things." ::said with a gentle smile::
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <smiling gently in return, but there's a spark there...something like, 'I've never heard that before, but I like it'...>
Kovacs: <opening the connecting door slightly> "Ilia! Come here, I need to speak to you!"
Y-Ilia: <glancing at him, replying in Hungarian, then turning to Marilyn> "I should go..."
Matrixrefugee197: M: "No, let me handle this..." ::Heading for the door and pushing it open::
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: "No, Madame!" <starting after her, a horrified look on his face> "Please, do not get involved, *please*..."
Miss Meglomania: Kovacs: <glancing up...paperwork has been spread out on the table, various production inventories and costs-- enough to show Monsieur Armand how worthwhile a small investment would be...glancing up> "Ah, here you are, I'd like you to meet Monsieur--" <noticing Marilyn> "Your Majesty! What a surprise, I didn't expect you here...may I help you with something?"
Matrixrefugee197: M: "Yes. I know what you're up to with that young man, and I won't stand for it under this roof. Whatever you're offering M. Merove, we can easily match it."
Miss Meglomania: Kovacs: "I *beg* your pardon-- Ilia!" <speaking rapid-fire in Hungarian, trying to figure out just WHAT she knows is going on and HOW she knows...>
Y-Ilia: <answering in the same language, the same speed, almost desperate- 'I didn't say anything, I swear to God'...>
Kovacs: "I'll talk to you further later. Now-- Monsieur Armand, I am very sorry for this, we'll only be a moment..."
Matrixrefugee197: Armand: ::Shrugging:: "My time is yours..." ::darts a glare at Marilyn as he heads out::
Miss Meglomania: Kovacs: <graciously seeing him out, then closing the door, hissing at her> "Madame, I don't know *what* you're implying- especially in front of a business associate- but it is *unspeakably* rude to act as you are. Now, I don't mean to burn my bridges with the royal family, but I am speaking my mind."
Matrixrefugee197: M: ::Has darted a withering glance of her own at Armand's retreating back:: "I won't allow you to sell that young man to someone as conniving as *that* man..."
Miss Meglomania: Kovacs: <offended> "Pardon me? My God, Madame, what do you take me for-- Ilia, what have you been saying to her?!"
Y-Ilia: <answering rapidly in Hungarian, defensively...obviously scared out of his wits, but more for Marilyn's safety than his>
Kovacs: "Enough! Not another word!" <turning back to her> "Madame, I am a businessman, and Monsieur Armand is interested in funding my business. It is a simple explanation."
Matrixrefugee197: M: "I'm a woman: I'm intuitive enough to know when something's wrong, however much someone may try to hide it. My husband has his ways of finding things out, and thus, it doesn't take much imagination to put the pieces together."
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <under his breath> "Your Majesty, please, do not get involved..."
Kovacs: "I said, not another word out of you! Get out- I don't care where you go, just leave. Tell Monsieur Armand we'll only be a moment longer."
Y-Ilia: <bowing his head obediantly and heading towards the door, casting a glance back at Marilyn...he knows nothing'll happen to her, but he can't help but worry about her mental state anyway...>
Miss Meglomania: (Lol, Marilyn's so...well, *cute* in a weird way when she gets up in someone's face, because she CAN'T get up in someone's face, literally anyway...maybe to their chests...)
Matrixrefugee197: (( ::Feeling like she's botching this horribly...:: ))
Miss Meglomania: Oh, you/Mari certainly aren't-- nobody has EVER stood up to Kovacs before...he might not be acting liek it (when would he ever?) but this has him a little...spooked.
Matrixrefugee197: Whoa, incredible!
Miss Meglomania: It's the Queen of Europa telling him she knows exactly what's going on and she doesn't like it-- even for him, that packs a wallop...
Miss Meglomania: The reason he's been able to function the way he has been is that nobody's ever noticed, nobody spoke up...and now, somebody's speaking up, and that could bring everthing crashing down for him...
Matrixrefugee197: (( ::Really fighting for the next line...:: ))
Miss Meglomania: Kovacs: <tactfully> "Madame...I understand you might be-- upset, certainly, by certain allegations you have inadvertantly heard. If there is something I can do to ease your mind, I certainly will try my best to do so..."
Matrixrefugee197: (( ::Beating my brains out for the next line...:: ))
Miss Meglomania: That's all right...lol, imagining Mari's lovely little face screwed up in a, "I could rip you limb from limb" look...go, Marilyn!
And Y-Ilia is hovering around the door, not even WANTING to imagine what's being said inside...
Miss Meglomania: He's scared for her, but at the same time there's this feeling of...well, he doesn't know *what* it is, but he's never heard anybody get *angry* with his director like this before...not over him, anyway. It's a strange, almost empowering feeling...
Matrixrefugee197: I keep hoping something will come to me, but nothing's coming...
Miss Meglomania: That's all right...I like what she's been doing well enough! (and I just imagined her that night in her bedroom with LM: "This means WAR." LM: "?!?")
Matrixrefugee197: Heh, heh, heh! I can see that happening...
Miss Meglomania: Lol- nightgown and camo paint...
Matrixrefugee197: And it's one of those sheer, silky little nighties, too...
Miss Meglomania: <Laughing> Hey, she only gets one night with her husband a week, might as well break out the good stuff...
Matrixrefugee197: Well, maybe two or three... but he's usually back by her side in the morning...
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: "Must be nice..."
Kovacs: "I don't want to hear you speak for the rest of the evening, you've caused enough trouble as it is."
Y-Ilia: "But I did not say--" <catching a glare and falling silent...>
Miss Meglomania: Kovacs is *pissed*, but more worried than anything...he doesn't want to screw up this deal with Monsieur Armand, that could score the company quite a bit of funding for the season, and he doesn't want the Queen's bleeding-heart compassion ruining that...
Matrixrefugee197: Oh, she'll upend it, all right... Up to and including a human trafficking charge, with a little leverage from her husband...
Miss Meglomania: Wow! Way to pull out all the stops, Mari! <roots her on!>
Miss Meglomania: (Lol...Kovacs is in my headspace, and he is SEETHING at her..."How dare you interrupt my business in such a way!")
Matrixrefugee197: M: "I don't approve of business ventures which involve a young man's suffering..." ::coolly::
Miss Meglomania: Kovacs: "Suffering? You don't know how good he has it with me. Where would you like to see him, the streets? See how long he lasts there!"
Matrixrefugee197: M: "I would rather see him as part of my household, instead of having his dignity sold to the highest bidder."
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: <listening at the door...amazed at hearing these words, they're so strange but it feels so good to hear them, finally...>
Kovacs: "He's not as innocent as you think he is- he knew percisely what joining the Company would mean for him. He's manipulated you. That's what he does, it's his job."
Matrixrefugee197: M: ::Her voice as cold as stone:: "I am not so easily moved or misled as you think..."

Miss Meglomania: Kovacs: <leaning forward, his voice equally as low> "And I am not so easily threatened. He belongs to the National Company, and by virtue to me. I've put in far too much time, money and effort with him to simply hand him over at your request. He stays with me."
Matrixrefugee197: M: "He's a human being. He belongs to no one, except to himself and to God."
Miss Meglomania: Kovacs: "Such pretty thoughts have little merit in the world of business. He could have left months ago. He didn't. He enjoys his position in our society."
Matrixrefugee197: M: "He didn't because you didn't let him. I used to be an actress when I was younger: I know what unscrupulous managers often put young people through."
Miss Meglomania: Kovacs: "I have never been so insulted in my entire life. What on Earth do you want me to say to you? I won't give him up, he's too valuable to me." <slight sneer> "Or perhaps you just want a taste and aren't willing to pay for it, so you're causing me trouble?"
Matrixrefugee197: M: "I'm trying to save a young man's human dignity."
Miss Meglomania: Kovacs: "How noble." <raising his voice> "Ilia! Come in here!"
Y-Ilia: <creeping into the room, standing humbly by the door> "Yes, sir?"
Kovacs: "Come closer...good boy. Now, tell me- how's your dignity these days?"
Y-Ilia: "I...sir?" <clearly confused>
Matrixrefugee197: M: "It's as clear as daylight... you've broken his will."
Miss Meglomania: Y-Ilia: "Marilyn, please--"
Kovacs: "Be quiet."
Y-Ilia: <falling silent, but looking at her pleadingly...'Don't get involved, I don't want you to get hurt'>
Kovacs: "It's simple obedience. Dicipline. Every dancer ought to have it in the first place. His is just more noticable."
Matrixrefugee197: Grrr... Computer wierdness...
Miss Meglomania: Ouch...did you get my last line about dicipline?
Matrixrefugee197: Yeah, I think so...
Matrixrefugee197: I think at that point, Marilyn realized she wasn't going to get anywhere and decided to back down... for the moment.
Miss Meglomania: (Imagining Kovacs' smile of triumph...and Y-Ilia's heart being wrenched in his chest- poor kids' completely caught in the middle of this fight...)
Matrixrefugee197: And on that note, I'd probably better fold for the night...
Miss Meglomania: See ya!
Matrixrefugee197: We'll see how soon I get back online... G'night! ::Jacks out::