[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

[scienceping]

I see ...

[dendarii]

Anyway. What makes it different for you, Commander? It sounds like you don't receive compensation yourself.

[scienceping]

Our "compensation" is our work. To discover new things and to seek out new knowledge for the betterment of all species.

[dendarii]

[ Ah. That twinges something. ]

... You sound like my mother.

[scienceping]

[ Spock quirks his eyebrow up slightly. ]

Then she would adapt well in my reality.

[dendarii]

I think so. She was the head of the Betan Astronomical Survey before she married my father. Captain Cordelia Naismith.

[scienceping]

Adapt well indeed.

[dendarii]

Yes ... There are parallels. Not that you could drag her away now, though.

[scienceping]

No?

[dendarii]

... No. She very much loves my father, for starters.

[scienceping]

I see.

[dendarii]

I suppose you know that story well yourself.

[scienceping]

[ Spock tilts his head minutely, like he's not certain whatmMiles is speaking of, or seeking clarification. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles just keeps staring at him levelly. ]

Am I wrong?

[scienceping]

To what story are you referring?

[dendarii]

Your mother. She came to another world to marry your father, didn't she?

[scienceping]

... My mother was a teacher on Earth. She met my father during his ambassadorial duties.

[dendarii]

And then?

[scienceping]

And then some years later, after performing their marriage rights, my mother agreed to reside on Vulcan.

[dendarii]

[ He nods a bit. ]

So, you know how it is to have an offworlder mother. Very influential on you I'm sure.

[scienceping]

Perhaps.

[dendarii]

... You don't like discussing her?

[scienceping]

I am merely uncertain why you wish to discuss my mother.

[dendarii]

It's a point of commonality, Commander.

[scienceping]

[ The angle of Spock's head increases by a couple of degrees, taking a moment to consider his words. ]

... As any parent may be influential to their children, my mother brought a differing perspective to my Vulcan upbringing.