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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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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.

[ His gaze flicks to her in understanding. They had both been close to him. ]

He is a weary man by now.

I'm not letting him know I know him. Someone did that to me and it's too... much. I don't like it.

That is your decision.

[ It is neither bad or good, simply a decision that needed to be laid down. ]

I do not know yet.

You could probably explain it with all of the other stuff going on, anyway.

[ she means all of his powers ]

It is not the explanation that is lacking though, but the desire to see fruit come out of it.

[ A little softer. ]

We all have our wounds to fill.

[ she casts her eyes down momentarily; it's hard for her to remember other people's plights sometimes ]

I wonder how he'd take it.

[ He snorts lightly, a habit he picked up from Aather. ]

Incredulous. Disbelief. A lot of expletives.

How would you be with that?

[ He presses his lips together, deep in thought. Here, he needed to be emotionally honest. ]

I would manage. If it was still Dean, then I would be content.

[ she appreciates the honesty ]

I don't think I'd handle it well. I don't want him to treat me as some random girl.

[ so maybe she can just pretend it's not like that and they just met ]

I understand that.

[ This is one decision he will not contest her over. ]

Will you see him though?

We talked on video when he first showed up.

[ a non-answer ]

That is not the same. As you are well aware.

I won't not see him. I'll probably give it some time. Let him get settled.

Of course. There are many from his world here.

[ He's not sure whether she'll follow it up, but that's not his business. ]

I've talked to his brother. I didn't know him as well in Aather, but this is another Sam, anyway.

[ He hums. This isn't a problem, simply . . . inconvenient. He should not let his feelings dictate his actions. ]

His brother has been here for some time. Dean is newly arrived.

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