[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]

Ah, I see. Barrayar is 26.7 Earth hours per day, but our years are the same length. Fewer days in the year.

[scienceping]

May I ask the location of the Barrayar system?

[dendarii]

Past the Komarr wormhole, in a cul-de-sac. Komarr is our only route in or out.

[scienceping]

I am unfamiliar with that entity. What unit of measurement do you use for traveling through the galaxy? Perhaps we may use similar measurements and can compare relative locations based off of that.

[dendarii]

... Ah. Sorry, wormholes and system names are what we go by. And how many wormhole jumps it takes to get somewhere. I honestly couldn't tell you the Terran name for our star. It's possible we're not even in the same galaxy.

[scienceping]

Interesting.

[dendarii]

It's how things are when you don't have faster than light travel.

[scienceping]

It is unfortunate that you have not yet attained warp technology. Perhaps that is also why you have not encountered other sentient species.

[dendarii]

Most likely. I do wonder if we just haven't made the right jumps yet...

[scienceping]

Vulcans did not make First Contact with Humans until we detected warp technology. Humans were considered too primitive before that.

[dendarii]

Then maybe you're out there but you haven't detected us yet.

[scienceping]

Perhaps you are yet too primitive to detect.

[dendarii]

Can you jump through wormholes consistently?

[scienceping]

That is the greatest differences between our realities thus far: it would appear that your reality contains many more wormholes than ours.

[dendarii]

Thus, technology has involved differently. Rather narrow of you to judge my civilization by your arbitrary standards.

[scienceping]

I simply proposed a possible theory.

[dendarii]

And I'm just giving you crap, Commander.

[scienceping]

I am aware, Admiral.

[dendarii]

Well then. That's good, isn't it?

[scienceping]

What is, precisely?

[dendarii]

Does it mean we're friends?

[scienceping]

[ That takes Spock by surprise. Or, well. Maybe. Judging by only the small lift of both eyebrows and no other change in his expression. ]

... Does exchanging banter constitute as friendship?

[dendarii]

Typically? Yes?

[scienceping]

Then by that definition, we would appear to be friends.

[dendarii]

[ Gosh. He looks so pleased at the thought. ]

I'm holding you to that.