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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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[ Neither does he, which is why he's so protective over his. ]

Don't be. He died as well in the same moment. If that is not poetic justice, nothing else is.

[He gets a nod.] I should be more careful about what I bring up. I've given a few people unwanted surprises already.

You couldn't have known. I know, but I would trade that luxury for the absence of knowledge.

People may not want the surprise or appreciate it, but it is important to keep that feeling of surprise alive in the universe.

Well, sure, [agreeing though she's never really thought about surprise being something that might just cease to exist] but you could probably do it with a birthday cake instead of harsh realities.

Perhaps. Though if we had a birthday cake every time a surprise was called for, we would fall sick of the sweetness.

[ He's not being deliberately challenging. Just that it is his way. To challenge and question the precepts. ]

I think I'd take that risk. [She has a sweet tooth.]

So, why do you want to know what kind of entertainment they like? Are you hoping to make the big bucks? [Happy enough to lead the conversation away from dead relatives.]

[ As do many. Disappointing, but he should know better. ]

No. Curiosity rather than monetary wealth drives me. I feel the more we know, the more we learn of our mysterious captors.

It's a good theory. The same kind she employed at her last—more literal—prison.] I've only been here four days, so I don't know what they're looking for.