[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]

Even worse.

[ Miles, at least, would be pleased to meet Captain Kirk. Jim, on the other hand ... ]

[scienceping]

Precisely.

[ Spock doesn't even really want to contemplate it. Two opposing sasses snarking at each other ... no thanks. ]

[dendarii]

Tell me if he ever shows up here, I suppose.

[scienceping]

I will, though I am uncertain if he would.

[dendarii]

It's always possible. Gregor and I arrived together.

[scienceping]

But Captain Kirk and I did not. I am uncertain of the other variables, but statistically I believe that would reduce the chances of his arrival.

[dendarii]

... Hmm. Maybe. You're very close, then?

[scienceping]

I am his First Officer as well as Chief Science Officer aboard the USS Enterprise.

[dendarii]

A ship, yes?

[scienceping]

Starfleet's flagship, affirmative.

[dendarii]

I'd love to see that too.

[scienceping]

As I would be interested to observe the technology of your reality.

[dendarii]

Less impressive, I fear.

[scienceping]

Not necessarily. Your reality may be advanced in some other area.

[dendarii]

Perhaps. Alas, unlikely.

[scienceping]

[ Spock gestures again, hinting at a Human shrug. He's really not good at looking comfortable with it. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles can't help but grin a bit at that. ]

Would you mind terribly if I took a nap, Commander?

[scienceping]

Not at all. As your residence is of some distance, it would be discourteous to turn you away.

[ Spock stands from the couch and retrieves their blankets from before, offering them to Miles for cover and/or a makeshift pillow if he wants. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles accepts both, being careful not to shift onto his shoulder. ]

There is room enough on the couch for both of us, Commander.

[scienceping]

I do not require rest at this time, but I would prefer to research more of our location.

[dendarii]

As you prefer, then.

[scienceping]

Rest, Admiral. I will return shortly.

[dendarii]

[ Miles waves him off, then, and settles down. ]

[scienceping]

[ Spock will explore a bit then, taking his comm with him. Miles will unfortunately not get to see Spock figure out how money works. ]

[dendarii]

[ Alas. He would have enjoyed that. Unfortunately all that power usage has drained him right down to the core. He will sleep solidly for several hours, probably past the point when Spock returns. ]