[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]

[ Oof. No wonder. ]

That is ... rather warm, for humans.

[scienceping]

Indeed, though I had observed you were also chilled at the time. A moment, and I will reset the climate controls.

[ Spock leaves the room to go do that then; Miles can hear him ascending the stairs to do so. ]

[dendarii]

No, it's - Dammit.

[ He paces a bit, unsure of what to do next. He settles for sitting on the couch. ]

[scienceping]

[ That fork on the table seems like something to fiddle with in the meantime, doesn't it? ]

[dendarii]

[ Sure does. Or at least it's something he ought to put away. With a sigh, he moves to pick it up. ]

[scienceping]

[ Miles will get a nice nasty shock again :'D Nothing serious, just some serious static discharge. ]

[dendarii]

[ Oh goddammit. Miles yelps again and drops the damn thing. ]

[scienceping]

Admiral?

[ Spock calls down as he comes back down the stairs, now wearing another layer of clothing. Miles might also notice (or not, thanks to the fork) that the air flow has turned off now. ]

[dendarii]

F-fine ... you left some discharge on the fork too.

[ He tosses the damn thing in the sink. ]

[scienceping]

... Ah. My apologies. Are you injured in any way?

[dendarii]

No, just startling. I'm fine.

... No chance you left it that way on purpose?

[scienceping]

As this experience was preceded only moments before, perhaps it is a side affect of my powers.

[dendarii]

Oh yes, I definitely think so. A caveat I wasn't fully warned about.

[ His tone is light. Turnabout is fair play, even if it's unintentional. ]

[scienceping]

Perhaps so.

Is the climate now suitable, Admiral?

[dendarii]

Yes, thank you. Much improved.

[ He goes to sit back down. ]

[scienceping]

Would you care for more of your beverage?

[dendarii]

No, I'm warm and awake enough. But thank you, Commander.

[scienceping]

Then shall we continue with either discussion or practice with our respective powers?

[dendarii]

I've already demonstrated both of mine.

[scienceping]

Which is why I specified discussion or practice.

[dendarii]

... Practice, eh ...

[ He makes a face. ]

I would hate to have mine go off at an inopportune time.

[scienceping]

Precisely.

[ Spock takes a seat on the couch again, leaving adequate distance between them. ]

[dendarii]

[ He makes more faces. Several faces. ]

What do you recommend?

[scienceping]

To test my theory regarding the relationship between your bone density and your power of shape shifting.

[dendarii]

So, try what I did before and see if I can lift anything?