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[truth_is_cold]

[Public | Video]

[He is opting for video this time, so the children that aren't human have someone also inhuman around, even if the only sign he's not entirely are the bones coming out his arms. Also, it's strange having to introduce himself again, but a lot of his cheekiness and bastardry is subdued to something more caring at the moment.]

My name is Gaheris Rhade, and I'm one of the adults on board. If you have an emergency, or if you're frightened, please contact someone. In the meantime, what do you like to eat.

Also, if you're an adult, please contact me privately.

[Kitchen Filter | Video]

[And his tone is back to normal.] If anyone is still themselves, please let me know.

[Private to Dylan | Video]

You had better be an adult. [This almost sounds like a threat.]

[Private to Tony Stark | Video]

[He's still a little pissed that Tony occasionally invokes the name of the Ubermensch on people which is kind of awful in his culture. But he remembers Paddy made pizza for the kids last time, and while he can follow a recipe he needs all the help he can get.] I need your help in the kitchen. You remember those pizzas you were referring to before? I require your assistance in making a number of them.

Comments

[truth_is_cold]

Can you read the numbers outside your door? [He's wondering if he's in his room or Omega's.]

[soontobeours]

[He goes to the door, communicator in one hand, draging the rovie after him in the other. He shows Rhade the numbers; it's his own room.]

Is that good?

[truth_is_cold]

I know where you are.

Would it be okay if I came over there and made sure you were alright? I don't have taffelshrew yet, but I can bring you something to eat still.

And when the other children go outside to play, you can come, too.

[soontobeours]

[He nods tentatively.] You're nice. [He thinks.]

...Play? With whom? Father doesn't like... [He trails off. It's probably not nice to talk about lesser people to someone who, as an alien, should be one of them. Even if father does that.]

[truth_is_cold]

[He sighs, and gives Rassilon a brief, fond smile.] Being superior doesn't mean that you still can't learn from other people. Even if you come from a very gifted race, each race has its own gifts that others don't have.

You would like to be a very well rounded and intelligent person, right? The sort that knew all about everyone?

[soontobeours]

[Rassilon likes that smile. And his nod now is decidedly more enthusiastic.] Of course! I can't be a good heir if I don't, right?

[The implication that if his father is wrong about interacting with lesser races, he might not be a good heir goes unnoticed.]

[truth_is_cold]

We'll just consider it learning about everyone then, and you might even learn something you like.

I'll come by that place and make sure your alright. [Possibly take him up to the CES to play with the other children.]

[soontobeours]

[Rassilon grins and bounces back to his chair to wait.] Thank you!

[truth_is_cold]

[Several minutes later, he's knocking on the door with a tray of different foods. Just little samples, but maybe Rassilon will decide he likes chicken or ham or some sort of fruit or just nibble until he's full. It's what's readily available before he puts in a request.]

[soontobeours]

[Rassilon carefully opens the door a bit to check who it is. Upon seeing Rhade, he opens it fully and steps back to let him in.]

Hello! [And oh, food! It may not be tafelshrew, but he's hungry -- and apparently his belly believes that it needs to announce that again right now.]

[truth_is_cold]

[He comes in and sits the tray down on one of Rassilon's tables.] Here you are. It's not your favorite but it'll help until then. And since you didn't know any of these, I thought I'd bring you a lot to try.

[His voice is friendly, and still fond. When dealing with children, most of the caustic, rude abrasion just seeps out of him and he's as constructive as possible. Rassilon is probably seeing him at his best right now, though he guesses that most people won't want to remember the experience later. He recalls how B'Elanna dealt with it.]

[soontobeours]

[Rassilon likely won't like remembering this either, though for now the adoring smile he gives Rhade probably means he's happy for the moment.]

That's a lot! [He keeps the rovie under his arm as he reaches for the food.]

Today was the day of my procedure so I've been super tired. My apologies.

[truth_is_cold]

[He stoops beside of him.] There's a whole lot to try. What's that you got there? [He asks as he indicates the Rovie.]

No worries!

[soontobeours]

[He nods.] Mhm! [And hugs the rovie, grinning brightly.] It's a rovie! Father gave it to me.

No worries!

[truth_is_cold]

[He taps it on the head.] And what do rovies do? I've never seen one before.

[soontobeours]

They're... rodents. [He draws out the word, as if it's something he doesn't use often.] ...I think. They're not very smart or good at remembering things. And they're from Gallifrey.

[truth_is_cold]

I see. [He nods in understanding.] I should see if I could get my daughter one. I think she would like it. [She'll probably never get to see Gallifrey, which is where half her genetic code is from. It's sad, but he knows she's helping his race become better, and that she can still have things that tell her more about where she came from.]

Anyway, try some of these and tell me what you like best. And how you like your tafelshrew.

[soontobeours]

[He tugs on Rhade's arm.] Do you live on Gallifrey, too?

And tafelshrew is always good! [He starts eating and very obviously approves.]

[truth_is_cold]

No. [He admits.] But I'll do the best that I can to make you comfortable while you're here. It's hard being far from home and far from family.

[soontobeours]

[The brightest of smiles.] That's very nice of you!

[Then he seems to suddenly think of something.] If you're not from Gallifrey, how will you get a rovie?

[truth_is_cold]

I can have someone else make it for her, I think. If I remember what your Rovie looks like. [He tossles the plush's head like he's messing up it's hair.]

[soontobeours]

Maybe you can make a picture of it. [He tilts his head and frowns at the tousling, before he decides that Rhade is allowed to do that and continues to eat.]