fh_trips | Arrakis - Sietch Tabr - Wednesday Morning & Afternoon

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Arrakis - Sietch Tabr - Wednesday Morning & Afternoon

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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"It'd have to be either five or three, right?" Griff answered. "Those are the typical religious numbers. I just like five more."

Huh?

"Religions have numbers?"

"That they do," he grinned, reaching up to pat her hand. "I think the internet could help you more than my broken piecemeal knowledge could. But there are a lot of symbolic things broken into threes and fives with or without religion."

She shook her head to that, though.

"No, what you know would be more helpful. Would give me context. I've read some books on mythology, for both sides. But I don't really know how people think of it. What it means. How religion works."

Griff made a face, "I don't know if my views are very solid for you in that respect, not being much for attending church, but I can try. Five is actually sort of fun, since there are the five elements, the five sides to the pentagram, five fingers and toes!" That he waggled up in front of her. "Muslims pray five times a day, the five directions...all that."

"Five kingdoms of organic life, five gears for most automobiles with manual transmissions, speech generally falls into iambic pentameter, and people have five senses," she continued with a smile.

"Is that how religion works? People pick up on common patterns and just sort of... assign meanings?"

"See, you know more about this than you think," he told her, wagging a finger in her direction with a smile. "That's basically how I understand it in minus the unfortunate part where it seems a bunch of people with similar ideas of things that are wrong get together to persecute people who don't agree."

She frowned, a little confused. Her books had had things crossed out, pages removed, all manner of things. Many of those crossouts had involved religion.

She'd just thought people were jerks most of the time.

"How does that work?"

"For a really extreme example, say you and I agreed that carrots were disgusting and we never ever wanted to eat them." Griff, of course, quite liked carrots.

"We could start our own anti-carrot religion and then anyone who liked carrots, well, they could try to join but we'd constantly tell them they were wrong and something terrible would happen to them later for liking carrots. We might even start a war with people who claimed that beets were far worse than carrots, which of course, couldn't possibly be since we didn't like them. So, um, complicated?"

"...that is the single dumbest thing I have ever heard in my life."

"Yes. It makes it difficult to take a lot of organized religion seriously," he said. It didn't help when you were labeled an abomination.

Fiona was seriously going to have to hear that one day just so that she could 1. tell him he wasn't and 2. show them exactly how wrong they were, in person, preferably with her yo-yo.

"I have to agree."

He was glad she'd understood his meaning there. "Good, but I should let you know I do actually like carrots. Beets, of course, are the true evil."

"I used to like carrots," she told him with a smile, "since it was very hard for Cee to do much wrong with them. Beets, on the other hand, were the bane of our existence."

"You would have been a good ally to have, then," he decided. "Now I don't tend to bother with things I don't like."

"And yet, you still room with Karev. Curious."

She was teasing.

He smirked a little. "Oh? Did you wanna trade?" The two of them would kill each other in under a day.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Will you help me drag him to the clinic?"

"I could jump him there," Griff offered.

She laughed.

"Does your roommate know about that? That you can jump?"

"Nope," he shook his head. "I tend to walk most everywhere. Unless it's raining." Or he was late. "And then I use the stairwell as a jumpsite or turn a corner first."

"Would you mind if he found out?" she asked curiously, wondering what his jerk roommate's reaction might be if he saw it.

"Depends on if he flipped out," he shrugged. "I'm getting the idea that people aren't so secretive about their powers here."

"I'm not."

Well, that wasn't true.

"Well, not about the cutting."

"It's hard to go from living in complete secret on pain of death to a place where no one is really surprised by the idea of a teleport," he admitted. "I'm still a bit wary." Let's be honest, more than a bit.

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