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future_sandworm) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2009-07-06 08:51 pm
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Ninth Hell Campfire, Monday evening
Clearly he had chosen completely the wrong workshops this time. The one he had thought was about art had turned out to be about stealing art (and why would he do that?) and the other one (Leto wondered if he had accidentally got it wrong) made even less sense. Clearly he would have to find some other means to further his education during the rest of the summer.
While contemplating this, Leto watched the flames of the fire, his hands wrapped around a mug of spice coffee. Perhaps he should attempt to make some of those s'mores that were so popular here.
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While contemplating this, Leto watched the flames of the fire, his hands wrapped around a mug of spice coffee. Perhaps he should attempt to make some of those s'mores that were so popular here.
[Open, of course]

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"No, I did not," Leto continued with a snort. "I can't say I'm going to miss him, even if he did make an effort to be polite on Arrakis."
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In times of crisis, if anyone let something as petty as dislike get in the way, Karla was going to make them regret it.
"I'll probably be at the Reserves tomorrow," she said, "just to watch. But I'll stay out of the way of the real fighters."
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"And you are always welcome, of course. I will try to visit your meetings as well."
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"But I do hope you'll visit. I think our reserves should eventually practice fighting together so when the time comes, we'll be prepared to do so without getting in one another's way. The combination of steel and Craft is deadly."
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[bedtime!]
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"But why keep talking about him? I like you and I like Zack and you both like me, so really, that's all that matters to me."
[Good night!]