Anthony BoydellUnited Kingdom
Carolus Maximus had popped over to the Slave market to purchase a couple of extra Christians for the evenings' entertainment. Ever the generous host, Carolus had also intended to procure a couple of tigers 'just make things more interesting' but the traders missed something in the Latin translation and Carolus ended up with a big pussy he'd not originally bargained for (miserabilis visio).
Senator Enrico Maximus Barba and myself (Antonius Oratio Testiculum) arrived a little later - the Senator was carrying a generous amphora of ale and the weighty accoutrements to the evening's gaming: Ave Caesar and Railways of the Western U.S.. I brought the sparkling aqua (I was designated Charioteer for the evening).
Awaiting our noble presence in the Vomitorium were the other guests for the festivities: young Janus Semper-Disciplus (who was celebrating his XXIIIrd Dies Ortum) and the positively-foetal Brendani Brendani, the Wycumum dwarf and possessor of possibly the LOUDEST quiet voice in the Empire!
In tribute to our beloved Emperor, we ravished a couple of passing virgins (no easy task to find in the Via Conegra) and played a couple of rounds of Ave Casear. Drawing low value pectae when I needed high and vice versa, my own performance was a disappointing 'absolutely last (no salute performed)' and 'fourth out of five'. Janus paused from vigorous consumption of patisserie and fared little better.
We all emptied our stomachs in preparation for the next course; Brendani also took the opportunity to empty his bowels and disappeared for almost half an hour. We were worried he'd fallen into the latrine or, worse, been pinched by the Visigoths (ouch!). All fears were banished, however, when he returned - suggesting we 'dona pauci minutum' if he were us.
A tense couple of hours followed with Railways of the Western U.S: Carolus set off on an admirable trail of iron-horse-road building around the South West corner of this unknown continental mass, with Enrico building North and mostly East, Brendani and Janus in the East and myself 'right up the middle passage' and heading Northwest. Despite his 10 shares, Carolus managed to stay a couple of points ahead of Enrico, myself, Janus and then Brendani.
With the ale drained, delicacies of the Orient consumed and then regurgitated, it fell to us (at the late hour of X of the sun-dial) to close the session with something light...Agricola. There followed the usual mix of worker placement, food engines and inappropriate puns ('sausage grinder' anyone?); just after midnight, the result was 46-42-37-33-30 and laurels awarded to Janus.
Pausing to sack a nearby peasant village and initiate a dubious relationship with a house-boy ("would one prefer to eat oysters or snails?"), we repaired to the Villa for a final emetic ritual and consequent slumber.