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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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Oh? Is it so hard?

[ A little teasing. ]

Mine was.

[She shrugs.]

No clue what it'll be like here though.

I imagine it'll be a little of both. Hardships will always follow, no matter where you go.

But in this place, you might find that we are not so different.

[Chloe laughs.]

'And everyone bonded over being miserable' you mean?

[ He shrugs loosely. ]

Something like that.

Hey, maybe you're right.

So far this place isn't all that bad either way. A little boring maybe.

That might have to something to due with the large influx of new people. I imagine once people settle down, chaos will follow soon enough.

What, they're giving us time to relax first?

We're already in the chaos of 'not enough places to sleep.' I'm stuck sleeping in the medlab.

I consider that to be mild mayhem rather than chaos. But it's a personal opinion.

Hm.

So what would you call chaos then?

Once, long ago, an omnipotent child took control of some friends and turned them into their bitter incarnations and then froze half the land in order to prove a point.

It was not a pleasant time.

...That would count, yeah.

You had god-children where you were?

[What else would she call that?]

Yes. Remnants of unfinished stories. They were not deliberately cruel. They simply did not know better.

I wasn't terribly fond of them, but I did not hate them for it.

Remnants of unfinished stories.

That's...gonna take a little more explaining to not sound crazy, dude.

Well, it is a place of magic. Not my area of expertise.

[ He spreads his arms to gesture to the ship. ]

This is more familiar speed to me. But where I was, long ago, was a place called Aather. Where half-finished stories known as Personae dwell. They needed heroes for their cause and pulled us from many worlds.

But along the way, we lost who we were. So we fought for the Personae and they used their magic to return our memories to us.

...It almost sounds like a fairy tale.

[Somehow, that was weirder for her than being stuck in space. But she was still having trouble with 'wizards' as a concept too, so.]

It was one. A little enchanting, confusing, befuddled story that we all meandered through like elephants. But a beautiful song that ended on an everlasting note.

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