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]

That is the way of this place. It's how they communicate.

[ They've been more wary of touching Leto. The growth on his face and arms screams of an unnatural disease. ]

[fuga]

They do not know what they are doing.

[ Lauralae bows her head, glancing at her gloves. ]

All it will bring is pain.

[precedented]

Pain does not last forever.

[fuga]

[ She lifts her hand, gloved and impossible to feel, and hesitates, it hovering beside his face. ]

Does it not?

[precedented]

[ He shifts to lean against her hand. ]

I have never known it to. Pain fades. Much like fear. It is what we hold dear that lasts.

[fuga]

[ The touch makes her pause, almost startled, but then she goes gentle, stroking her thumb against his face. She wishes she could feel it; she wishes she could tell if he is warm or cool, if his skin is as soft as it appears or if it feels entirely different to appearance. ]

I would not give others the pain I shared with you. Even I am not borne of such cruelty.

[precedented]

I do not recall any such pain.

[ But Leto has a haphazard view of pain and suffering. He's rarely caught by it and he rarely feels its sting. Physical pain can be suppressed by his fine motor control that allows him to balance and feel every nerve in his body. ]

[fuga]

I recall it. We danced, and my hand burned yours.

[ She shakes her head before she offers him a small, nervous smile. ]

Should I ever be cured I would like to touch you again. To give you my hand without fearing your suffering.

[precedented]

[ He shakes his head. ]

It did, but pain to me is . . . different. Any of . . . my kind can override pain to some degree. We have complete control over our minds.

[ "My kind". He misses the Bene Gesserit. Somewhat, in an offhand way. They do want him dead after all. ]

I can wait until that day.

[fuga]

Your kind are great indeed.

[ Lauralae softens, and her fingers move to his hand, touching the knuckles there before she breathes out. ]

You are the only one in this place I would wish to touch. Is that not strange?

[precedented]

[ He scoffs lightly, a silent sound. ]

My kind and I are not so deeply connected. They would enjoy seeing me dead or breeding stock.

[ He softens a little. ] That does not seem strange. [ But because he can't help himself, he jokes. ] Though, there's no accounting for taste.

[fuga]

At least you would create handsome children.

[ Is that a joke, from Lauralae?

The world is ending.

She huffs a noise, though, turning her head to one side. ]

I think my taste is well-placed.

[precedented]

I can't, I'm afraid. I'll have to live vicariously through my sister.

[ A different kind of joke. ]

Oh? How so?

[fuga]

I would imagine she may be glad for it, even if she may long for you to have the same.

[ It's something Lauralae might feel, but, of course, she doesn't know his sister.

As for the question - she turns her gaze away, a little embarrassed. ]

I see beauty in places others do not.

[precedented]

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