The HS Maldua

[thespaceopera]

[Well, it's finally happened. The Maldua has docked and now is your chance to deliver your gumball cargo--regardless of whether or not it's in perfect condition, it would seem.

Multiple ships can dock on the Maldua at once, as can individual shuttles. So whether you're helping, breaking things, or watching others do all the work--interaction can be between pretty much anyone, not just crews.

Here's the event post, for reference. Have fun!]

Comments

[precedented]

I cannot say I see many cats in the desert, no.

[ The last giant cat tried to kill him. ]

[complicatedliar]

My observation suggests that humans in generally love the little nightmares. Judging by the contents of their various networks.

[precedented]

I've never been one for pets. I prefer the wildness in creatures.

[complicatedliar]

I've no use for most of them, but cats are their own sort of special case.

[And Loki's got enough wildness of his own sort.]

[precedented]

[ He's never thought of pets before. Ghanima was the only companion he has ever needed. ]

I suppose we look for company anywhere.

[complicatedliar]

They aren't the best conversationalist, but I've never had one attempt to lecture me on morality either. [He values a bit of peace on occasion.]

But yes, as it comes.

[precedented]

I can't imagine who would do that.

[ Lecturing Loki seems like a poor way to spend time. ]

[complicatedliar]

Is your imagination really so limited as that?

[precedented]

[ He clicks his tongue. ]

Perhaps. No one has accused me of having a large imagination. Simply a deadly one.

[complicatedliar]

Dream wider, then. The imagination is the true limit for creatures such as us.

[precedented]

I told you. The only limits I have are the ones I've imposed on myself. Dreaming . . . I'll leave to you.

[ His lips are pursed, his mood seems darker now. He hasn't dreamed in a long time, not since Aather and its magical nightmares of shadows and drowning. Dreams of brighter things are a slippery slope. He cannot be allowed. ]

[complicatedliar]

[The shift in mood is an interesting one that he mentally notes.]

Dreams are not so easily traded as a suit of clothes. How disappointing.

Do you more fear hope, or your own weakness?

[precedented]

Fear is the mind-killer. I've faced my fears and let it pass through me. As for weaknesses. . . let me know when you find mine.

[ Sometimes, even Leto isn't sure what they are. They only exist in his perceptions of himself. ]

[complicatedliar]

And yet you dare not dream.

It's all fear, though, when you draw your own limitations. Even when we tell ourselves we do something for protection, it is in order to escape hurt, under which lurks the fear of some pain.

[He leans in to smile near Leto's ear again.]

You're as much a liar as me. I knew I liked you for a reason.

[precedented]

[ His fingers twitch. He's been a little touch-starved. A few encounters here and there, but nothing as intense as his brief breath play that he had with Kirk not long after he came here. Dangerous, but he knew that.

But this is a game and Leto has no intention of losing. ]

And here I thought you liked me for my other attributes. Daring to dream is not my problem. I can't dream. The sins of the universe keep me awake.

[ A nonsensical reason, not even true in the slightest. He turns to Loki, placing a finger on his lips. ]

Try not to see too much of yourself in me.

[complicatedliar]

Liar. [He breathes out the word like he's whispering a secret into a lover's ear.]

I may like certain of your attendant parts, but the whole is simply adorable.

[Well, Leto, you put your finger there. What did you expect? A light flick of the tongue, followed by a nip is what you get.]

[precedented]

[ He makes a face, unable to stop it. ]

Adorable?

[complicatedliar]

[Such an innocent smile.]

Oh, is that not the effect you were going for?

[precedented]

It most certainly is not.

[ No one has called him cute. Or adorable. Who does that?? ]

[complicatedliar]

Oh la, sir, have I offended you? [The offense is beyond cute.] To be sure, I must beg your pardon.

[precedented]

I'm hardly going to be offended from a childish compliment.

[complicatedliar]

Good, then we are in accord. I shall be correct, and you shall be adorable. Yes, good. [A light brush of a finger against Leto's hand as he steps back.]

[precedented]

[ He pulls his hand away. What was this? This was different. ]

A strange interpretation of events, but I'd hardly deny you.

[complicatedliar]

[This is very interesting, is what it is. But he's going to take his gained ground and go to consider it from a few other angles.]

Strange and charmed both. [He blows Leto a kiss.

And vanishes.]

[precedented]

[ Hm. Loki won that round. Leto had better be careful now. ]