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[IC] TEST POST

[ 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. ]

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It was an honest inquiry. Unless the housing is specifically stocked for a known incoming occupant, they would need to provide a wide array of clothing.

[ While Spock talks, he surveys the room they're in having already done the same in the bathroom once his mind off of water and cold. Primarily, he's searching for any kind of climate controls. ]

Clearly they expect adults.

[ There's probably a thermostat in here somewhere ... Miles heads downstairs to go find some coffee. ]

[ Spock joins Miles about a minute later, immediately after a low hum starts up; Spock found the thermostat apparently. Warm air starts to shift throughout the house.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, it seems there is a limited array of drinks: coffee, decaf, and tea. ]

[ Coffee it is then. It doesn't take long to start a pot going; meanwhile, Miles climbs up on the counter to grab two mugs off an upper shelf. ]

[ Which is about the time Spock walks into the kitchen. Tactfully, he doesn't stare for more than a second or two, and doesn't elect to say anything about it. ]

Thank you, Admiral, but I will decline.

[ Miles pauses. ]

Tea, then? Maybe they have hot chocolate.

[ Immediately responds, almost interrupting Miles. ]

Tea, please. I often find Earth-based coffee to be too bitter.

[ Huh. That was a bit odd. But he nods and gets both started. ]

Coffee for me, tea for you.

Thank you.

Not a problem.

[ He places the tea bag in the cup and offers it to Spock while the coffee percolates. ]

That's the most direct thing you've said yet, I think.