The Perk, Sunday morning

[future_sandworm]

It was a good thing that no one have come to visit him, even without the timeline dangers. Leto didn't want to think about introducing aunt Alia to this place and having her talk to his teachers. Even Stilgar or Harah would have been a little difficult, and he could imagine endless tirades from Harah about wasting water.

He had ordered a coffee and sat down by a window table.

[Open, of course!]

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[fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com]

Seeing all the visitors in Fandom made Simon feel lonely. He wasn't one to brood though, rather the type who turned to too much work when feelings like that hit, but today wasn't his day at the clinic. Instead he had at least decided to leave the house, and after ordering a large cup of tea he sat down at a table, idly skimming through a medical journal, making exclamation marks in the margin at all the faulty conclusions.

[vanillajello]

It was a habit of Kate's, coming to the Perk after restless nights, so it wasn't really surprising she found herself coming here this particular morning. She'd been reminding herself that this was the last day of the ordeal the whole way over. She could do this, she could keep it together. She could act like nothing was wrong.

...She got little marshmallows in her hot chocolate without even asking. If the waitstaff here of all places took pity on her just because of the way she looked, she knew she'd have to focus on seeming upbeat even more.

[future_sandworm]

Leto watched her from the table while she ordered, noting her state of mind. Then he called her name and gestured for her to take a seat if she wanted to.

[vanillajello]

Kate turned around at the sound of her name and, spotting him, made her way over to the table and sat down.

"Hi," she said with the most convincing smile she could muster. It felt important, to try to keep a happy face straight from the morning, even with people she knew could read her better than that.

[future_sandworm]

"Good morning," he replied, more amused at her attempt than anything else. "Bad night?"

[vanillajello]

"You could say that," she replied, keeping her tone light. "Or you could say I had a nightmare, and then went to bed."

[future_sandworm]

"Do you want to talk about it?" he offered, sipping his coffee.

[vanillajello]

"Not really. That would make it really hard to stay upbeat." Because she was doing such an amazing job with that already. "All breakdowns can-- no, have to wait until Mom and Moosh are off the island."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

When Triela entered the Perk this morning she wasn't alone. She was followed by a tall, dour-looking blond man who was, in turn, followed by a short little blond girl who seemed to look in every direction at once with wide-eyed wonder.

They quickly obtained drinks, tea for Triela, coffee for the man, and hot chocolate for the other girl, and found seats. Triela looked just the tiniest bit tenser than usual as Jean began quietly grilling her on the situation in Fandom.

[Open for anyone who wants to meet Jean.]

[future_sandworm]

"You don't have to endure their presence much longer," he told her, smiling a little. "Has your mother... stayed herself?"

[vanillajello]

"I had to handwavily hunt down Alice yesterday," she replied, fake cheer chipping away even worse. "That would be the nightmare."

[future_sandworm]

Noticing Triela and her friends, Leto wasn't sure if interfering would be a good idea, but eventually he called out her name in greeting.

"Triela! Good morning!"

[future_sandworm]

"I see." There was a brief pause. "Who did she talk to?"

[vanillajello]

"Chef Tatou," she said, and made a face. "I don't even want to know what she told her. I'm not sure whether she got to anyone else before we found her."

[future_sandworm]

"And now?" Leto asked.

[regno-del-sole.livejournal.com]

Rico grinned up at the newcomer and beamed, but her eyes were dangerously flat. She had to make sure whoever this boy was he wasn't a threat to her handler. Jean glanced up at the young man and quirked an eyebrow. "Introduce me, Triela," he ordered softly.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela's tone was flat and had a practiced cadence. "Leto Atreides. Student here. Skilled close combatant." Rico shifted at that but Triela reached out to touch her shoulder lightly. "Not a thread without provocation."

She was glad that none of the weird feelings she still felt around Jean leaked through.

"Leto, this is Jean. Head handler at the Social Welfare Agency."

[vanillajello]

She shrugged her shoulders. "Haven't heard anything from Moosh, so I'm guessing she's herself again. She usually is, after she wakes up."

[future_sandworm]

Leto was on his guard. He didn't know exactly what he was dealing with, but he knew enough of Triela not to trust her organisation. He let nothing of this show, however.

"A pleasure to meet you," he told Jean, then looked at the other girl. "And who are you?"

[biab]

[future_sandworm]

He nodded. "So you can still hope for a quiet day today," he said. "How is Marshall taking things?"

[biab]

[regno-del-sole.livejournal.com]

Rico glanced at Jean to make sure it was okay, and when he didn't shake his head she beamed up at Leto. "I'm Rico!" She looked like she didn't have a care in the world.

"Would you care to join us for a bit, Mr. Atreides?" Jean asked, indicating a free chair at their table.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela suppressed a grimace at the invitation. She must have been getting better at that because Jean didn't seem to pick up on it. Instead she just nodded stiffly in greeting to Leto and pushed her chair back slightly in case she needed to make a run for it.

She really hoped it didn't come to that.

[biab myself!]

[vanillajello]

"Some guy told him about Fandom," she replied, still not quite sure how she felt about that. "Or you know, some of the weird stuff. He seems to be pretty okay with it. But of course, he only knows a little."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Simon!" Dinah came in with Helena, and brightened when she saw him. "Hi! Helena, this is Simon, I told you about him."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah wandered over from where she was talking to Helena, and grinned at Triela, giving the girl with her friendly smile. "Hey! You've got a visitor. How's the weekend going?"