[Monday night]

[mind_over_metal]

[It's a dark October night in camp. All is quiet in the Cabin McAvoy.





Until a child starts screaming.]

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[goddamnemperor]

[laughs]

Just do it with stealth. Other people do not appreciate their minds being read. It makes them lose face.

[mind_over_metal]

Oh, I know.

[goddamnemperor]

Yes, I imagine you do.

[mind_over_metal]

So you live in here, too?

[goddamnemperor]

This is our cabin. We share it.

[mind_over_metal]

You don't sleep on the floor, do you?

[goddamnemperor]

Oh, no. My mattress lays on the floor. I am used to it.

[mind_over_metal]

*totally staring to try and figure out what makes Leto unable to use furniture*

[goddamnemperor]

[he takes charles' hand and guides it to his face, touching the wormskin.]

Here, young wali.

[mind_over_metal]

*freezes at the touch, just letting Leto move him, his discomfort at the physical contact contrasting with the openness of his questioning*

What is it?

[goddamnemperor]

Worm-skin.

[mind_over_metal]

Worms don't have skin like that.

[goddamnemperor]

Not on your world, young wali. Our worms are higher than any building you have ever seen.

[mind_over_metal]

*totally believes him and can't quite conceal his excitement*

That's impossible.

[goddamnemperor]

[projects the image of a sandworm]

Oh, it is quite possible.

[mind_over_metal]

That's amazing.

[goddamnemperor]

They are rather... extraordinary.

[mind_over_metal]

And you've got part of them?

*moving his hand to actually touch the worm-skin himself this time, rather than just have his hand held to it*

[goddamnemperor]

In a way. We share a life together.

[mind_over_metal]

How do you do that?

[goddamnemperor]

That... is a long story.

[mind_over_metal]

We've got all night.

[goddamnemperor]

That may not be enough.

[mind_over_metal]

So you can tell me part of it tonight. And then I'll come back tomorrow. Like Scheherazade and the Arabian Nights.

[goddamnemperor]

Very well! I do enjoy story-telling.