Let's all hold hands and sing Kumbaya

[notzubats]

Who: Everybody! It's a planet mingle!
Broadcast: If You want!
Action: On the Holding Hands plant!
When: From June 23 until whenever we need a new mingle.

[At long last, the fleet has arrived to a new planet. This means it's time for a mingle guys! Get in! ]

Comments

[precedented]

It is not a claim, but a cover. It doesn't define us, but it envelops us.

[complicatedliar]

Do you believe entirely what you say? [He brushes his fingers over Leto's neck, finding the border between soft human skin and other.] I recall you being rather shy of it, before. [Always expecting rejection for it, assuming it will be so. They are not so dissimilar in that fashion, though Loki's hated skin is much more well hidden.]

[precedented]

[ His lips curve, a little mocking. Leto's metamorphosis is more frightening, more akin to a monstrosity as it gnaws away at everything he is. His emotions, his personality, his life, his very self is being eaten away by the Worm. People don't see that but Leto sees it every single time. ]

I don't want to subject people to its . . . vision.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki never has to fear being eaten away by the monster, because he has always been one. It is he who eats the world, one red, wet mouthful at a time. He doesn't deal in truths, so he has never had to articulate that break in him that will never heal.]

Dance whilst there is still music, Leto. I wager most others are too busy to care if they are so seen.

[precedented]

While the sky crashes down?

[ He laughs softly. ] Perhaps. I'm not the best of dancers.

[complicatedliar]

The sky is always falling. That is the nature of gravity.

[Finally he draws back, reaching to pull the dagger out of the tree's trunk.] You did well enough for yourself when we danced. Fishing for compliments is unbecoming of you.

[precedented]

[ He laughs gently. ]

I wasn't, not really. My dance style is erratic at best. Too many ages, too many memories. It makes for an interesting receptacle on the floor.

[complicatedliar]

I enjoy the erratic. [You know this, Leto.

He turns the dagger in his hand and it vanishes.]

[precedented]

I know you do. But many do not and as such, I shouldn't boast about my dancing skills.

[complicatedliar]

Their loss.

I shouldn't care if I am liked by fools, were I you. For all the world is largely populated by them.

[precedented]

[ Leto shrugs. ]

I cannot help caring. It's my fatal flaw.

[complicatedliar]

I would have picked a different one to hang about your neck.

[No need to go into Loki's fatal flaws, they haven't got all day.]

[precedented]

Oh? Which one would that be?

[complicatedliar]

[Oh, are they doing this? All right.]

Stubborn fatalism.

[precedented]

[ He grins. ]

I have to be able to die for anything to prove fatal.

[complicatedliar]

Play not the lawyer with me, Leto. I have listened far too well to what you have and have not said. [Snort.]

[precedented]

[ He chuckles. ]

Gods and fatalism tend to go together.

[complicatedliar]

Did I miss the fatalism when it was handed around, or did you steal my portion whilst I was distracted?

[He has his own sort of fatalism, but it's a bit less... set in stone in some regards.]

[precedented]

[ He trails a finger down Loki's chin. ]

You have your own brand.

[complicatedliar]

[Well of course he's going to bite that finger. Though not too hard.] But it is not my most besetting sin.

[precedented]

Let's not devolve the discussion into sins. I'm sure between us, there would be plenty.

[complicatedliar]

[He snorts.] Though one wonders if we have covered the full spectrum.

[precedented]

I doubt we'll ever run out.

[complicatedliar]

[He snorts.] The story about the horse isn't true, you know. I'll leave that one to you.

[precedented]

I hope you don't go around telling everyone of that truth. It takes away the fun.