We Who Are About to Love | Holo-simulation | HoloArcade
Rome, the twenty-eighth of April, one hundred and fifty years on, and the grain ships are late again.
The court watches which way Aelia Marcella's gaze goes next, because that is how fortunes are made here. Thalia plays her lyre for the hall and listens for Aelia, and Felix carries the trays nobody watches him carry. You are new to the city and you are Thalia's friend from the old quarter, which in the Palatine Baths and the Colosseum is a currency nobody has priced yet. Brennus and Achillia fight for coin. Quintus Fabius Rufus is already deciding who owes him a word. Between them something is being arranged, and it does not need you.
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Four storeys of stacked arcades close around an oval of sand where the city comes to watch men and beasts decide things.
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The Palatine BathsSteam in the caldarium, cold shock in the frigidarium, and the long Columned Pool Hall between them, where water carries every voice up into the coffers. Come in through the end arch and the heat takes your shoulders first, then the smell of oil and wet stone.Choose your column like you choose your friends. Someone will notice which one.
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The ColosseumThe games belong to whoever holds the pulvinar, and the sand belongs to the fighters, freedmen, provincials, and one or two who should have died last season. Come through an entrance arch and the noise arrives before the light does, then the smell: hot stone, dust, sweat, blood going tacky in the sun. Find your token, find your stair, find your tier.Sit close enough and the sand tells you everything. Sit close enough and someone in the crowd will notice you noticing. The emperor's signal is a small movement, and the whole bowl answers it, and you will want to be gone before the aisles empty.
The chin comes up before the words do, aimed at a gallery that is not always there.
1 outfitAncient Rome
Otome Visual Novel
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???Stout, olive-skinned, clean-shaven, the charcoal crop kept short as a soldier's. On the floor the voice fills the hall without effort and the hands know where to fall. Off it, the eyes move bench to bench, counting who is listening and who is owed.The toga is worn like a uniform, and underneath it the appetite is simple: the floor, and the last word on it. A stranger gets the orator's courtesy, measured to the ounce, and no more.
She fights for coin in the morning and spends the rest of the day looking like she might fight for free.
1 outfitAncient Rome
Otome Visual Novel
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???The hair is cut short and plain, the jaw bare, the build slim enough to pass through a crowded hall without touching anyone. He carries trays, waits at the edge of rooms, and answers before he is asked. Nobody remembers hiring him.Courtiers call him good at his work and mean it as dismissal. Yet he notices which door closes softly and which guest drinks too little.
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???Sand in the braid, a fresh line across the ribs, green eyes that count the exits before they count the crowd. The tan is a working tan. She wins more than she loses, and she walks the winning like a debt someone owes her.In the intervals she does not sit. The swagger is for the stands; the stillness underneath is not. Nobody has asked her who trained her, which is the one question worth asking.
