Meet-n-Greet

[cityship]

After being released from stasis, having the slime removed from their bodies and clothed in the creepy, pulsing leaf-suit that everyone wore, and being taken to the Weapons & Possessions lockers to collect their belongings, the new arrivals would find themselves standing in the Observation Deck. Round windows lined the fleshy walls, revealing the bright display of lights that was inter-dimensional travel. They would also discover that there were people--members of the command staff and crew that had woken earlier--waiting for them.

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[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"It's one of the things I'm good at," Wednesday says benignly.

Dig too deep and the tunnel might collapse, his body language adds.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

But Bene Gesserit are diggers, always going after hidden things. "I saw your display with the sword earlier. How many of these talents do you have squirelled away?" Squirelled. Like Ratatosk. Heh.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"Oh, when you get to my age, you pick up a few things here and there." He shrugs lightly.

For a moment, the passage of centuries upon centuries is etched into the lines of his face.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

He looked like a Reverend Mother in that instant...Or Duncan. Sheeana thinks. She is dealing with something ancient as her own memories.

"If you ever need assistant in this...cataloging...the Bene Gesserit keep meticulous records."

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

Wednesday smiles a little. "I seem to be handling it all right for the moment, but I do thank you for the offer."

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

"It was one of our duties in our home universe. But then that resulted in..." Abruptly she turns away, as if she's let something slip she shouldn't have. What Bellonda wouldn't give for one of your cells, Gallows-God's namesake.

"Nevermind." She weaved through the crowd as if she had never been there in the first place.