tesselating the broken pieces [open]

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana tended to avoid engineering. Her sciences tended to the 'softer' end of the spectrum: sociology, psychology, occasionally veering into biology in that the Bene Gesserit could exercise conscious control over their autonomic processes, and ecology in regards to her Worms. But she didn't need a testing apparatus for that.

Today though she was hunched over one of the square, shiny tables. A garment was spread there, tan and made from sturdy material. Little plugs and filtration devices were being fiddled with, tubes inserted into slots, rents stitched by hand (and in fact there were many, this being an original from Rakis and thus as old as the dunes themselves, much worn). A facemask lay at the top, connected to more tubes.

What would you do with such a garment?

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[deep_sky_diving]

Tess wouldn't use one—but that's because she already has a suit that does a step better, conserving and protecting more than just water.

Still, the sight of it is enough to draw her interest, and she ambles over with her suit's faceplate open, medium heels clicking on the floor.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana looks up to see a girl peering at her suit with interest. She's wearing some kind of covering too but it appears to be larger and bulkier, closer to armor than the stillsuit.

She looked up but didn't say anything. The way people reacted to silence often said more than words.

[deep_sky_diving]

"Hi!" Tess says brightly, offering Sheeana a little wave.

A friendly type, apparently.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

"Greetings." And she continued to sew into the patches.

[deep_sky_diving]

"Watcha workin' on?"

Nosy, too.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

"This is a stillsuit." Sheeana replied, holding up a swatch of the garment. "It is a neccesary garment for survival where I come from."

[deep_sky_diving]

"Desert environment?" It's a guess, but a mostly-educated one—she has experience with odd suits and a wide variety of worlds, after all.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

"Correct. It recycles all the body's water." You gain +5 points!

[deep_sky_diving]

"Low manufacturing base, or it'd all be in one piece already, and low biotech base, or the form factor on some of that stuff'd be different."

Goodness. Maybe she's actually smart after all.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

"Desert nomads tend to pare their technological level down to the absolute minimum. It's the Amtal Rule: only by testing a thing to its absolute limit can you really know it. As for biotech, I wouldn't wear anything a Tleilaxu makes. Their gifts tend to have unexpected conditions attached." What a pleasant surprise.

[deep_sky_diving]

"Who're the Tleilaxu?" The undertones of her voice indicate a near-inherent positive outlook on unknown strangers, an impulse part laudable and a much larger part dangerous all at once.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana digested those undertones, used them to form an internal sample of the person. It was not always accurate but it could give a good probability of what their reactions to certain things would be. The girl is no simpleton, but her attitude is far too trusting.

"Disgusting little elf-men, though I suspect the effect is deliberate. Master genetic crafters."

[deep_sky_diving]

Even with the Sheeana's disgust, Tess' tone remains subtly positive. "Never heard've'm," she says, folding her fingers together absently. "All my stuff's right out've Glitterball. My gramps trained like half've the drivers they got. It's a right nice place."