Newbie Meet n' Greet

[cityship]

For the newbies, there are people waiting for them in the Obs Deck. A whole gaggle of people. Behind them is the nasty statue, and the beautiful sight through the windows of the stars streaming past and the swirling vortex of collars that was interdimensional travel.

There are more questions than answers, but the crew is willing to help, especially the Command Staff and greeters.

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[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sister and a...Arrakis is gone! The Honored Matres and their damned obliterator...I should be the last...If Duncan doesn't count.

"Bi La Kaifa. Indeed, it gives me hope to see a comrade." Except when it breaks. I have been a Reverend Mother for three years, seen many go through the agony. You are still in the exhaustion stage and barely holding yourself up. You think I can't see the tension in your muscles? Lie down and rest or risk abomination! That amount of tapping and rubbing on the arm might make people wonder as to the nature of their 'sisterhood'. Let them.

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

She was right.

Of course, she was. She may have passed through the agony itself, but there were still dangers, and she was no fool to those. Arha scanned the crowd of people, trying not to sag where she stood. They stood in a place that was not home, without sands, without wind, on a foul abomination. To risk her own sanity was unwise and foolhardy, and Arha was not a fool.

Her nod was slight.

"It is as you say," Arha murmured. I shall rest until it is time to move. The best she could do was sit, and she eased herself down; the relief was sharp enough for tears that she did not let fall. It was a waste of water. The clamoring of voices in her head eased as well, for a moment, though the dull ache remained.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana's Bene Gesserit control was momentarily overwhelmed by her frustration and she sighed. This one was stubborn, even by Fremen standards. Still at least she'd agreed to sit down. Sheeana sat beside her and instanteneously two organic tubes emerged from the wall and poured a grey, tasteless slop into two crunchy, edible bowls in front of them.

She sniffed both bowls. No poison...A tiny bit of melange. Just enough to sustain us.

"How nice of the Thinking Machine to provide us with the finest Tleilaxu dining experience." A small joke.

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Arha opened her eyes to inspect the bowl and, like Sheeana, sniffed at it. It was food, apparently. The joke, for all its minuteness gave her a moment of wry humor. Bland, to say the least, was the best this Thinking Machine could offer.

"This is imprisonment," Arha said wearily. "Just enough for survival, no more, no less." Sitting was much better than standing and she let her body relax a little more against the wall. She dipped a finger into the bowl, frowning, and tasted it. "This will be one of those times in which eating is not an enjoyable experience."

Eat she did, for her body needed it after the draining efforts of the spice agony she had endured. It was highly unsatisfying and best done quickly. The bowl, crunchy as it was, went down oddly but eased the roiling protests of her stomach. She would have been satisfied with spice cakes and some edible desert root, but one did not become picky in the desert. She had eaten worse than tasteless gruel.