[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]

Like you're charged up somehow.

[scienceping]

[ Spock spares the moment to glance at Miles with a raised eyebrow, but the process he's in the middle of demands his attention. He looks back to the battery, almost drained ... He'll have to hold the charge for few seconds, letting the battery reset itself before he can pour the power back into it.

More of Spock's hair starts to stand on end, and Miles can start to see a faint green ... light? in the center of Spock's dark irises. It's small, barely a few millimeters in diameter, but incredibly noticeable against those black eyes.

But it starts to fade once Spock judges the battery to be ready, starting to pour the power back through his hands into the comm, the faint hum increasing in pitch as the device turns back on, going through its startup sequence. His eyes turn dark once more, his hair going back to its normal (albeit tousled) state. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles lets out a low whistle. That? Was impressive. ]

Your eyes glowed for a moment there.

[scienceping]

[ Spock now turns his head to face Miles.]

... I beg your pardon?

[dendarii]

When you were still holding the charge, I think. Just before you started recharging it? There was a light behind your pupils.

[scienceping]

... Fascinating.

[dendarii]

If you do it again, I could take a recording on your comm.

[scienceping]

[ That's a good idea. Spock hands over his comm, and readies himself with Miles' again. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles gets the recording set up. ]

Ready when you are.

[scienceping]

[ He runs though the same steps as before: drain the battery which causes the comm to blip off with a descending whine again, retain the charge while the battery resets—though this time there's a small difference. His hair starts to charge again and that little light in Spock's eyes reappears, but now that Miles is concentrating on it, he can see it's not exactly a singular light. It's as if tiny tendrils of electricity are caught within Spock himself, small enough to be mistaken for a singular glow, spinning around and around in an attempt to get back into the device, but held in place behind his irises and unable to escape.

When Spock begins to push the charge out of himself and back into the battery, those tendrils leave his eyes one by one, reducing the light until it's completely gone, back in its rightful place, charging the phone again. ]

[dendarii]

[ Even more interesting than Miles had assumed then. He's kind of alight himself with interest. ]

As you would say: fascinating.

[scienceping]

Was the result identical?

[dendarii]

Very close, I think, but I noticed something new this time.

[ He queues up the video for Spock and shows him. ]

[scienceping]

[ Spock leans in close enough to observe the video, but the pixelation doesn't help show much of the details. ]

What new element did you observe?

[dendarii]

It wasn't so much one concentrated glow as several tendrils of electricity. Strangely enough.

[scienceping]

Fascinating ...

[dendarii]

Exactly my thought. I wonder if you can pull power from something larger. Wield it against, say, another unsuspecting houseplant.

[scienceping]

Is that a veiled attempt at suggesting I attempt just that, Admiral?

[dendarii]

Well. Not veiled any more.

[scienceping]

Indeed not.

[ Spock hands Miles his comm back as he stands to get one of his houseplants. ]

[dendarii]

[ There's just enough residual electricity left in Spock for that to send a shock through Miles. He yelps in surprise, dropping the comm. ]

-- Ow!

[scienceping]

[ Spock is shocked (no pun intended, I swear) by that reaction. ]

Admiral?

[dendarii]

I'm fine, just -- [ He winces a bit as he moves to retrieve his comm. ] Next time you should probably discharge that electricity before touching anyone else.

[scienceping]

... Ah. I apologize for my error. It would seem that the rate of exchange is not equal when transfers the charge.

[dendarii]

So you store some small amount ... This could be very powerful, you realize? And dangerous.