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[ On the screen is a magnificent tiger with golden eyes, regarding the camera with quite a bit of what looks to be amusement, if you're prone to anthropomorphizing animals. After a moment, that tiger speaks - and speaks with a very human voice, a light and girlish voice with a South London accent. And who else speaks like that? This is, of course, one Kitty Jones, living up to her name. ]

Hullo, all. Happy - slightly belated - Earth Day. I hadn't known about that holiday last year, so I didn't do a thing for it, but it's really a lovely thing, isn't it? So, a day, late, I'm doing a little charity drive, and I need all of you to participate. Proceeds going to the protection of the leaf-scaled sea snake, because no one ever bloody donates money to help species that aren't cute.

[ The leaf-scaled sea snake is also quite venomous. Y'know. Whatever. ]

So what this consists of is this. I want you to volunteer here, in this post, to answer questions from fans on rumblr. Give me a list of topics you're not willing to talk about, as well as how many questions you're willing to answer. Then your rumblr fans - or enemies, I suppose, maybe some of them will want to trap you in a lie or something - will bid on the opportunity to ask you questions. Whichever fan puts in the highest bid gets the right to ask the first question, then the second-highest bid gets second question, all down until you don't want to answer any more stupid questions. And then all the proceeds go to the sea snakes.

So who's in? Talk about yourself, help the environment. What's not to like?

[ That's all said very, very cheerfully. Then, in a flippant post-script, she adds: ]

Oh, yeah, I'm not dead, by the way.

[ Which is so nice! so kind! such a good way to announce that! a month and a half after she already came back from the dead! nice. ]


[ ooc: this post is just like what it says! You can comment here to have your character get asked dumb questions by rumblr fans. Please tell me the questions you want asked in notes in your comments!! Or I will be making up terrible questions. Fair warning.

edited to add: also if your character would bid to ask other characters shitty questions, feel free to threadjump their thread ]

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[dendarii]

... We did have fun. Quite a bit of it. Somehow without injuring ourselves, even.

[quaerit]

Well, we can't have weighed very much. We were tiny.

[ Speaking of which. ]

That's an amazing power, by the way. Wayne Szalinski would be proud.

[dendarii]

[ Miles opens his mouth automatically to protest - and pauses. ]

Who is that?

[quaerit]

[ Oh sure, you have Shakespeare in space, but not classic childhood movies. He understands. ]

Mad scientist. Made a shrink ray, accidentally hit his kids with it. It's a classic. Knowing this place, he'll probably show up here some day.

[dendarii]

[ He still looks confused for a moment. Then comprehension dawns. ]

Ah, he's a fictional character. From one of your 2-D holovids.

[quaerit]

[ That's one way to put it. Gansey grins. ]

Yes. But we just call them moves, and technically, some of them come in 3D these days. At least, in my world.

Your shrinking, though. I didn't know you could do that. Thanks for the experience.

[dendarii]

[ He looks rather conflicted at the compliment. Feels rather conflicted too. He rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. ]

Yes well ... That's because I rather hate that power, actually. I try not to broadcast that I have it.

[ He's more or less given up on hiding it by now, but... ]

[quaerit]

Oh.

[ And, at this point he realizes they're broadcasting it. He makes a face. ]

Sorry. Though I can't imagine why. They make comic books of people who can do that, you know.

[dendarii]

[ Miles waves it off. If he'd really wanted to keep it a secret, he could have privated the conversation at any moment. ]

Ah, yes. I've seen some of those. I'm not sure that's such an endorsement, though.

[quaerit]

Well, it…doesn’t hurt you, does it?

[ Gansey doesn’t remember it being painful – but he remembers Miles had found it hard to walk, too, Maybe it’s different for him. ]

[dendarii]

Oh, no. The opposite, in fact. I'm actually a little too tall for my bone density right now - so being smaller relieves that ache.

[quaerit]

[ Gansey nods. ]

Well, then - why? I don't understand why you'd be wary of that power.

[dendarii]

[ He makes a bit of a face. ]

Because I don't like being any smaller than I already am.

[quaerit]

[ Gansey's smile is quite kind. ]

I suppose I understand that. Still - I had fun with it, so thank you.

[dendarii]

Ah ... well. You're welcome, then.

[ He ducks his head a bit, embarrassed for a different reason this time. ]

But perhaps next time we should just have a drink instead.

[quaerit]

Only if I'm not ten years old at the time.

Agreed, though. No riding on cats or scaling small buildings, either.

[dendarii]

[ That gets a bit of a laugh. ]

I can promise you that much. On both counts. Although I was occasionally given alcohol when I was ten ...

[quaerit]

[ Gansey looks amused. ]

I'm not even supposed to drink it at seventeen. [ This is one rule he breaks, from time to time. Life is short.

Especially when you're Gansey. ]

Things may have worked differently in your Court. Christ knows your education was better. How many languages did you say you had, Miles? Four?

[dendarii]

Seventeen is a perfectly reasonable age to be drinking anyway. I don't understand the laws here.

[ He grins, though, at that. ]

That's right. Though my French is quite poor.

[quaerit]

If it'd let you read a menu, it'll serve. That's my general rule, and it's about the level of my French as well.

[ He's smiling, and his shoulders lift. ]

It's fascinating that so many of our languages survived into space. A good many of them haven't even survived Earth through the years.

[dendarii]

I could manage a menu. But not much else.

[ Miles' grin widens. ]

Well, "survived" is relative, of course. Barrayar is an odd microcosm among the nexus anyway. We were cut off from the rest of humanity for about a thousand years.

[quaerit]

Oh.

[ He's a little surprised, and lifts his eyebrows. ]

But I thought you said it was an Empire. That doesn't exactly call forth images of isolation.

[dendarii]

We've since rejoined, obviously. Now the Imperium is three planets in total.

[quaerit]

Oh, well then.

[ A little pause, thoughtful. ]

Is it going to be all right, now that your secret is known? I'm presuming you had a reason for keeping it, in the first place. I know you'd probably not have...explained so much, if not for your younger self.

[dendarii]

[ A soft sigh. ]

Yes ... I think so . It's entirely too late, anyway, so there's nothing to be done for it.