Video | They don't make posters of my kinda life

[shipmaster]

[It is hard to tell if the person who appears on the network this afternoon is a particularly handsome woman or a strikingly beautiful man. Or what age they are. Or any nice, easy assumption, actually. They lean towards the screen, having watched the network for a few days, picked up what they could. A planetary war, tensions between imPorts, tenuous situations all around. For most people, it would be the time for serious discussions, strategic planning and getting the strongest intel they can.

Bel Thorne puts their chin on their palm, regards the camera a moment before cutting a sharp, curious smile.]

So, what does one do on Earth for fun? I'm taking suggestions.

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[dendarii]

[ He still slips into Betan tones sometimes, especially with Bel, but Barrayaran is his default now. ]

Ha. Don't kid yourself. Only a Vorkosigan is wild enough to manage that.

[shipmaster]

Oh, if we're talking about it being someone else's fault, that's fine. [They wave a hand, lightly.]

[dendarii]

Cruel and unusual, Captain.

Ah, well. Find something fun and I'll find a way to accomplish it.

[shipmaster]

I've been called both before. [The smirk is completely apologetic. For a wonder, however, they DIDN'T suggest something inappropriate, despite the easy opening Miles left RIGHT THERE.]

Of that I have no doubt.

[dendarii]

[ Well. They both know Miles would flatly turn that suggestion down. He grins a bit at it now. ]

How have you been settling in so far? Found your roommates yet?

[shipmaster]

No, though I haven't put much of an effort into it, if I'm completely honest. I think at least one of the other rooms is being used, at least.

[dendarii]

[ Miles nods. ]

At least you didn't move into a place covered in cheese dust.

[shipmaster]

... Cheese dust.


How covered is covered?

[dendarii]

At least a centimeter on every single available surface.

[shipmaster]

... One of these powers gone wrong?

Well.

Cheer up, you could have had cheese for a power.

[dendarii]

No, just terrible previous occupants.

... But don't give the porter ideas, god. It already has a cruel sense of irony.

[shipmaster]

It wasn't THAT bad. [Not that Miles can force Bel to shrink again from here. Distance is emboldening.]

[dendarii]

[ Jerk. Miles probably wouldn't pull that again anyway. Probably. ]

Yes, because my control is much better now. I had wild fluctuations the first few times I tried to use it.

[ He gestures with his thumb and forefinger, indicating a gap of a few centimeters. (It only happened once, and only because he was trying to work through the knot leftover by his encounter with Lucifer, but. Still.) ]

[shipmaster]

...

I... could see where that could be of concern. [Like, say, someone stepping on you.]

[dendarii]

Exactly. I still haven't found the lower limit either. Which is also concerning.

[shipmaster]

As much as I am dreadfully curious, lets not find out.

[dendarii]

Glad you agree with me on that one.

[shipmaster]

[And whatever they might say right here, is completely overtaken by needing to protest putting MARK in a command position.]