[IC] TEST POST

[dendarii]

[ Miles Vorkosigan cuts an unusual figure even under the most extraordinary circumstances: tiny and somewhat hunchbacked, his curved spine obvious even beneath his custom-cut Imperial Security green military uniform. Unless you're bitty like him (and he's met few adults below his height of 4'8"), he likely comes up to your shoulder or a little lower.

There is, however, a manic energy to the man that makes him fill up more than his physical space. Sharp, penetrating gray eyes take in the world around him as great refreshing gulps of information. Depending on the situation, he may be taking in you as well. ]

A - Canon

[ In his case, you suddenly find yourself in an empty and rather old-fashioned looking house. Old-fashioned except for the high tech consoles installed in various areas, anyway, and if one looks out the window a relatively sci-fi-esque view can be seen interspersed with vaguely Russian architecture. Miles looks up, startled by your sudden appearance. ]

I'm sorry, have we met?

[ In other words, how the hell did you just waltz into the Vorkosoigan House without him being alerted by the guards? Visiting his father or mother, maybe? That's the only thing coming to mind. ]

B - Mask or Menace

[ Staring, Miles can deal with. It's depressingly normal and almost comforting, given the circumstances. But having people approach him like some kind of celebrity is damned unsettling. It feels like some awful combination of being both Lord Vorkosigan and Admiral Naismith at the same time ... which is technically true, but he's not enough at ease with himself to cross those wires just yet.

Speaking of which. He fixes a brilliant smile on his face as his confident swagger threatens to knock over anyone within a five meter radius of him. The space operatic Admiral Naismith persona in full force and practically spilling over. After all, when faced with a wall, Miles tends to charge right the hell on through. First obstacle to be defeated: finding out what the hell is going on and why his head is feeling strangely full all of a sudden.

He's about twenty or so, though with a face like his he could be anywhere between early twenties and early thirties. The tell-tale import barcode flickers at his wrist; he hasn't quite realized what that means for himself or anyone else. In a remarkably flat, pseudo-American accent: ]

You know, I think I've gotten myself lost. Any chance you're more familiar with this place?

[ Heropa is where he's come out first, but by now he could be in any of the Porter cities. ]

Comments

[dendarii]

[ He makes a "go on" gesture with one hand. ]

[scienceping]

The first listed was actually my natural ability as a Vulcan, that of telepathy. I am uncertain why it would be listed when I already possessed the skill.

The second listing was "cyberkinesis" which I understand to be the ability to manipulate technology and technological constructs via a form of electrical or telekinetic manipulation. As I am the Science Officer in Starfleet, I believe this to be a logical power to posses.

[dendarii]

Sounds reasonable so far. Anything else?

[scienceping]

The third listing was what I considered odd: thermal manipulation through cryokinesis.

[dendarii]

Useful enough ... Why don't you like it?

[scienceping]

The Vulcan race evolved in a desert environment. I often find temperatures comfortable to Humans cooler than I would prefer.

[dendarii]

[ Miles grins a bit at that. ]

Scorching desert, eh? Arcologies or are you out in the open?

[scienceping]

A combination of both.

[dendarii]

I'm surprised you look so stiff then. I'm half-Betan, myself - Beta Colony is completely enclosed, and mostly underground. Too hot and radioactive out there for humans.

[scienceping]

... I am uncertain how you believe my posture correlates to the environment I was raised in.

[dendarii]

Sorry - skipped that part. Beta Colony is one of the most liberal worlds I've ever been to. Very open to, er, various sexual activities, among other things. And the most scientifically advanced planet in the nexus.

[scienceping]

[ ... His raised eyebrow is still waiting for the explanation. ]

[dendarii]

Oh? Is that the case on Vulcan too? I admit to being surprised. You don't look like the sort of planet that would genetically engineer hermaphrodites.

[scienceping]

We do not.

[dendarii]

Alas. I've met several - there's one in my mercenary fleet.

[scienceping]

As I probably have as well, though it is not an appropriate topic of discussion during active duty.

But forgive me, I am still uncertain how this information correlates to my posture.

[dendarii]

[ He snorts a bit. ]

You seem rather conservative, Commander.

[scienceping]

[ Did Spock actually just sigh at that? ]

Many species are of the same opinion of Vulcans.

[dendarii]

Truth, then? Or rather dependent on the person. That seems more likely to me.

[scienceping]

The latter, though the majority of Vulcans are not so ... deviant.

[ There's something in his tone at that last part ... ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles eyebrows go up this time. He himself is very Barrayaran in some ways; he hadn't experimented with the full range of possibilities during his time on Beta Colony. So is this hypocrisy? Probably. Miles can't help but tease a bit anyway. ]

You're not saying something, Commander.

[scienceping]

Perhaps. Though if you would consider: marriage to and producing offspring with another species entirely could be considered deviant as well.

[dendarii]

... And here you are, the product of that deviance from the norm.

[scienceping]

Indeed.

[dendarii]

I wonder if you aren't setting more precedents than you think.