Arrakis - Sietch Tabr - Wednesday Morning & Afternoon

[atreideslioness]

It was around dawn when the scent of food began wafting up from the kitchens. Fresh baked bread, coffee, and the lilting tones of Fremen chattering in a mixture of Galach and Chakobsa as they went about their lives.

If they were a bit more outgoing and less-wary of the visitors than they had been the day before, well, going out into the desert to meet with Shai-Hulud had shown a certain daring and respect, and those were two traits that the Fremen held very dear.

The portal would arrive to pick them all up around three, but until then, the visitors from Fandom had the run of Tabr.

Although it still didn't make you safe from the Aunties.

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Re: The Kitchens

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela blinked slowly. "Then it's probably a good thing that I'm being careful to consume as little of it as possible. I don't know what I'd do if I had a nightmare."

Re: The Kitchens

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah blinked. "Really? You don't have any at all? I mean." She frowned. "Do you even dream?"

Re: The Kitchens

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Side effect of the Conditioning. No dreams."

Which was almost certainly not true, even if Triela didn't know it. Because if the girls at the Agency weren't dreaming then it didn't make any sense that even while they slept soundly they were crying.

Re: The Kitchens

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Well, you have to, but I guess you never remember them," Dinah realized. "Everyone does. Or you'd be crazy." She sighed. "I don't like what I dreamed last night much." Chop chop chop choppity-chop. "Maybe other people's. I think."

Re: The Kitchens

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"That sounds... unpleasant."

She was silent for a moment, then she asked quietly, "Did you... see things you wish you hadn't? I mean... no one really wants to know what's inside someone else's head."

Re: The Kitchens

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Quiet a minute, then Dinah nodded. "Some of it was fine. Just weird, didn't make sense. On fast-forward, or weird angles. And some of it was funny." She grinned a little, remembering Tony and Jack and Lee Nicholas, then sobered. "But some of it--" Who was being chased by someone booming You are part of me? And who had seen a hundred, or a thousand, spaceships crumble into dust? "Was pretty upsetting." She paused. "I hope it was all just made-up. Or most of it."

Re: The Kitchens

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"That's how dreams work, right?" Triela asked. She wasn't an expert, but it made sense that most of them would be fears and hopes mixed in with just a few real things.

Re: The Kitchens

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Usually." Although with the Spice in her system, who could be sure? She grinned. "Francine helped me get back to sleep. Dreams of winged ponies and ice cream. That was nice." Dinah sighed. "People from our school can't have normal dreams, I guess."

Re: The Kitchens

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"They're dreams," Triela snorted, amused at the thought. "What would normal even mean?"

Re: The Kitchens

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Heh. More silliness? More food? I don't know." Dinah grinned, amused at herself. "Less death, I think. Maybe. I don't know." She sighed, and popped a piece of fruit in her mouth. "I can't believe people eat Spice on purpose now, though."

Re: The Kitchens

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela shrugged. "I can believe a lot of things people do on purpose."