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first one to make that doctor who joke loses

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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Oh, I don't doubt it. But the politics of my universe would, ah, "eat" you alive, as they say.

[ He grins, sharp teeth and all. ] Nicely done. Most people don't lead with pawns.

Also something I have nearly had happen to me.

_{[ He's still a touch miffed at Spock for that encounter. ]}

Most people follow precedents and rules. I like to go the path less traveled.

That had less to do with politics and more with the Prime Directive, I believe.

[ He resets the board. ]

Though I hesitate to say politics has rules.

_{[ He raised a brow. ]}

Did I mention something about that to you?

_{[ He wasn't sure he had... ]}

And no, I do mean literally. The one that always stands out is the giant red crab monster.

_{[ He waits patiently for him to do so. ]}

They supposedly have rules, but let's be real - they're more like guidelines, no?

[ Leto smiles mysteriously but doesn't answer that question, putting the knight forward. Strength on the board. ]

Everything is a guideline in the unknown. Even more so when cultures collide. Where do you stop? What is the limit to change, when explorers play God? Guideline is certainly a good word for it.

[ He leans back a bit. ] That being said, you should have your own rules.

_{[ It doesn't go unnoticed that he does not answer that question, and for now he is willing to let it be. He thought it might be a good idea to not let Leto know he was quite so observant just yet.

He nodded at the Knight, but led with a pawn again all the same. ]}

I do. Star Fleet has theirs, and I have mine. In the end, I think, it comes down to what can you live with.

[ And humans have such short lives. They try to stretch it as far as they can or they burn out as brightly as they come. You have eternity, his mother whispers, I have only now. ]

And mistakes? Can you live with those?

_{[ They had short lives, yes, but they burned brightly, and if you had
any sense you lived the fullest that you could. Short did not mean
unfulfilled or meaningless. ]}

You don't have a choice, do you? You either have to, or you let them destroy you. And I've made my fair share. But I won't let them define me, either.

[ He nods. His father had done that, to his tragic end. He toys with his bishop before moving it forward. He's not used to playing at this speed and it's making him fidgety. ]

There is always a choice. Even that is a choice. I hope that in the end . . . everyone gets their ability to choose.

Heh - I meant, you don't have a choice when it comes to the consequences of your actions and your mistakes. Choices lead to that, and the ones you make - you have to live with what comes next, with what you set in motion. You can't escape them, not forever, and sometimes it's not just you but others that have to live with those consequences too.

We all can choose. Living with the choice is the hard thing.

_{[ He moved a knight now, blue eyes watching the board with a sudden
fierce intensity. ]}

[ Gently. ]

It seems we've wandered into personal territory.

_{[ He blinked and looked up and laughed softly. ]}

Yeah, guess we have. Sorry about that. I try and keep a hold of it, but sometimes... just slips out, I guess.

You shouldn't. I don't think you were meant to hold things in. You're not that kind of man.

No?

_{[ He cocked his head at him slightly, moving his bishop out. ]}

Maybe not. I've been told I'm far to expressive and easy to read.

Perhaps.

[ He shrugs loosely. ]

Perhaps the ability to be read is one to be treasured, instead of being looked down on. Sometimes . . . that is the way it should be. People should know each other.

Hmm, agreed. Personally, I think it makes it easier for the crew to read me. Which is both good and bad. I'm the captain, you know. Some things the crew shouldn't see.

_{[ Like when he had no idea what to do anymore or when he was beyond
scared. No, the crew shouldn't see those things in their captain. ]}

Do you want people to know you better back home, Leto?

[ Hm. An interesting question, though it has a fatalistic answer. ]

My status makes it difficult for such things to come to pass. One cannot simply court the hand of royalty. What my people know is enough.

[ And he tries not to want things. It is a dangerous slope. ]

_{[ He made a curious sound at that, seemingly not impressed with the royal status - and he wasn't. But he wondered about it. What was it like to be royal - to be above and not want to risk getting to close? To risk showing favoritism and thus receive backlash from others you ruled? It was a rather fine line, not so dissimilar from being the captain.

An idea tickled at him and blue eyes turned up to Leto as his finger tapped the bishop's crown. ]}

Well, we're not in your kingdom now, so how about a game? For every one of your pieces that gets captured, you have to tell me something about yourself - something you haven't told me before. And same goes for me. Sound fair?

[ A game. The light sparks in Leto's eyes. He enjoyed games and bets, things that involve risk and dares. He can't put his life on the line, but there are other ways to receive. ]

Very well. The game, as they say, is on.

_{[ Kirk's grin widened and he pushed his bishop into position, suddenly aggressive and aiming to take the first of Leto's pieces. ]}

If you like, we can make an extra bet on top. Telling each other secrets as we capture, and then a prize for the winner.

[ He cocks his head, considering this. Leto doesn't have much in the way of secrets and he can't think of secrets he'd like to pry from others. Still . . . this was like a conversation, with rules and guards. He enjoys the chase too much to protest. ]

What kind of prize?

_{[ He pursed his lips as he considered it, but really he didn't have much to bet in the way of personal possessions. All he had was stories and, well, himself. ]}

How about we name our prize when we win? It has to be something the other can give here and now, and the other has the right to refuse if they find it uncomfortable - in which case you ask for something else.

Sound good?

[ Leto considers this and nods. ]

Agreed.

[ He moves a pawn. He does want to win, Leto thinks to himself. It is a hum in his blood. Challenges are rare to come by. ]

Agreed.

_{[ He smiles and considers the board, pursing his lips slightly as he thinks. He will probably need to make a sacrifice here if he had a hope of winning, so he moved the piece in question into position - which put it in prime position to be taken. ]}

_{[ ooc: heads or tails? lol ]}

( heads! though I'm okay with any outcome. )

[ A sacrifice. Very early in play. Leto takes it with his knight, his eyes glowing. ]

A secret or a question?

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