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Who: Leto Atreides the II
Broadcast: Video
Action: Hospitality Deck, Marsiva
When: Feb 4th

[ The video activates itself to reveal a young man staring into space. His eyes are probably the most startling thing about him. Bright, eerily blue eyes that seem to pierce the fabric of reality. You may also see brown flecks of creatures embedded into his skin, near the neck and face.

And suddenly his gaze snaps back to the camera and he is all smiles and good intentions, as if a switch had been turned on. He sits on one of the many beds on the Marsiva Deck and kicks his legs, caught between the impression of a boy and a man.

( or something much older and far more dangerous ) ]

I do not need the spiel and I'm sure you are all quite thankful for that, but I am curious to know what qualifies as entertainment for our most benevolent hosts?

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[ she's certainly not as wooden as she would be under normal circumstances. It's more like picking up where a conversation left off... like it usually is with him ]

I kind of can't stand it, really. At least the last planet we docked on had game hunting.

You going to be okay with this?

The last planet was a bastion of frost and cold. I can't say I'll miss it dearly.

[ The new one seems miles better. ]

I will be, not to worry. There's very little here that will faze me. In fact, it seems oddly similar to my own universe.

How so?

[ genuinely curious ]

We traveled the universe using ships like these. Though I do not know how far these can go. A Guild Ship can reach the end of the galaxy in a matter of hours.

The Atroma are . . . somewhere in between. Something new, diverted from the branch of progress I am familiar with.

So you don't know everything?

[ faux shock, but it's kind enough. not mean-spirited ]

No, and what a relief that is.

They've hidden themselves well. I would not be too surprised if they were vaguely related to our Guild Navigators.

Yeah, well, they have some things to answer for if we ever figure them out. I was supposed to be on my way somewhere else.

[ That does beg the question. ]

Where were you going?

I wanted to go and get Prim and go back to Stiles' world. We fixed Aather. I was supposed to go somewhere else, not get kidnapped again.

[ she can't hide the bitterness in her voice ]

If it helps, I do not think the Personae meant for that to occur.

[ And there was little else they could do it about it. Their stories were over. They had no more power over the future. ]

So you never returned home.

No.

And I'm still getting memories back at random.

[ it's pretty clear she hasn't really shared this information and emotion with anyone else. Leto is familiar enough with the situation but far enough away it doesn't feel like a burden. ]

That is troubling.

[ He did not expect the Atroma to circumvent the Personae's powers. He finds that unlikely. His mind brushes against the possibilities in the river of time but he pulls out immediately. It's too clouded, too uncertain. And he lacks the data. ]

I'm afraid I do not know the answer to that . . . yet. I will let you know when I do.

It probably has something to do with the fact that I didn't take the lump sum of memories before I left.

[ He raises his eyebrows at that, clearly surprised. ]

You left them there? Why?

I intended to deal with it later. On my own time.

[ obviously that didn't happen and she's annoyed ]

[ Yeah, he's not terribly surprised it went awry now. ]

How does this place let you recover it?

It's just at random. Through the augment, I think.

[ He hums lightly. The data is entered in his mind, slotted carefully for perusal later. Augments. Memories. Atroma. ]

No one has taken out an augment, I imagine. And none of us would have ever seen it. Correct?

Correct as usual.

[ sardonic ]

[ He flashes her a bemused smile. ]

Then perhaps the answer does not lie in science but magic. A holy union between the two.

Holy? Are you sure?

Or unholy. You know how I am with words.

[ He shrugs. ]

I will collect more data first.

Let me know what you find? If you can.

Stiles is here, too. I'm not sure who else from Aather.

[ He looks off into the distance, time unfolding in his path . . . ]

I . . . think it is only us. Many Bucky Barnes. A Loki. A Thor. Dean Winchester. Pale reflections of the people we knew once.

[ her expression is... a little forlorn, for her. ]

The Dean thing is weird.