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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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And they are your own. [She shrugs. Freedom is the most valuable thing in the world, and if he used his to make some sort of agreement with a worm-thing, that's his choice.] It does make good conversation.

A stimulating conversation is better than any gift, I find.

[ He means that, sincerely. As teasing and challenging as he can be, conversation has always fascinated him. He cannot think like a person, the way personhood is so defined because he is saturated by the experiences of his ancestors.

And yet he is very much his own person. ]

Oh, that's good. I have yet to see any sort of gift shop here.

[Just a lot of metal and darkness.]

Oh, you would not find it here. Have you not been down to the planet yet?

I have. [It's insanely bright and flashy. She's been to worlds with similar things, but it's still a bit of a sensory overload.] I am also penniless, and therefore shan't be doing any gift shopping even if there were an occasion.

[Because what is work that isn't killing?]

Hm, I imagine there isn't much call for hunting on a space station.

[ It's why Nova was't too pleased. Leto, on the other hand, is quite glad he's near a planet with ambient weather patterns. ]

I might choose a job as a fortune teller for the time being.

There's security work, but I'd rather not.

[Her patience doesn't need to be tested in a club.]

Are you a mage of some sort?

Of sorts. I do not possess any magic.

[ Well. Frank Herbert's science notwithstanding ]

Simply a gifted insight. I'm decent enough at helping people along their way if it is the future they fear.

A sort of seer, then. Are you accurate?

Yes and no. There are many paths that lead to the future. I can see your options but the decision, ultimately, is your own.

No seer can know your choice before you know it. They can simply see your possible outcomes.

I hope people don't pay you. [That's incredibly vague.]

Don't put me out of a job already.

[ It'll be a new experience, having one. ]

[She laughs.]

If anything, it'll be a good indication of the beliefs of the people here.

Whether they believe in fate or not? Debatable, surely.

[ And he'll certainly shy away from revealing too much in the Fleet. ]

People outside the ships are fair play, though.

I'm sure you'll be drowning in coin. [Credits. Same thing.]

One can hope.

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