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forwardmomentum ([personal profile] forwardmomentum) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-08-01 06:48 pm

[ catch-all for miles: last call ]

Who: Miles Vorkosigan and company
When: the first half of August
Where: all around the Moira
What: last call logs for Miles before he's gone for good. get you some closure.
Warnings: TBD

[ miles is, as usual, all over the fucking place, so hit me up at [plurk.com profile] runawayballista if you want a start, or feel free to drop one here. ]
hellsbel: (5)

[personal profile] hellsbel 2016-08-02 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[flops into a chair in Miles's office, legs stretching out to control that urge to pace. it's been a day or so since the new leadership made its announcement, and, probably unrelatedly, since crew numbers jumped drastically again. the fun never stops, does it?]

So we finally know who built this boat. Sort of. [eyes Miles's desk and then Miles himself] Hip-deep in personnel meetings yet? [and you will say something if you need a hand, right?]
aminerproblem: (pic#8597202)

4 J and Miles

[personal profile] aminerproblem 2016-08-02 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Megatron waits silently for J inside Miles' office, having mass shifted down to a more manageable ten feet in height to fit under the ceiling. He suspects J will not be wandering into his own workspace too often, seeing as it isn't the most ergonomic for organics, so he arranged for the both of them to meet and intermingle instead.]

[The humans can help each other - it was a logical assumption to make in his mind.]
hellsbel: (17)

[personal profile] hellsbel 2016-08-03 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[leans back and grins; the (relatively) low jitter level and bright eyes speak for themselves. he works so well with terrifyingly competent people.

the look sharpens, though, at the mention of the new captain.]


Interesting fellow, isn't he? I knew a spaceport supervisor who reminds me of him. Skating lawsuits by the skin of his teeth and never showing it, but by God the shuttles ran on time. [sits up straighter, hands laced between knees.] Do you believe their story about only being gone for a few seconds, as they experienced it?
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[personal profile] aminerproblem 2016-08-03 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Miles likely heard the heavy tromping of his footsteps long before he actually rounded the corner, but when he eventually does, he's unsurprised to find his coworker up to something. Again.]

[An expectant sigh blows a draught of air his direction from the Cybertronian's own vents. He watches the human climb, a little over eye level with the vent he was trying to reach. He just crosses his arms.]


What are you doing?
morethan084: (profile)

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-04 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Meanwhile Daisy is trying to figure out what to do about Pierce when she gets a text.]

Well, I thought I might spend the night being very annoyed by all this crap that's happened. Unless you have a better idea?
morethan084: (smugsmirk)

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-04 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
That'd be great. You paying?
hellsbel: (7)

[personal profile] hellsbel 2016-08-05 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[a sardonic grin, catching the fatigue in his gesture -- when did you last eat, Miles? they may have to do something about that.]

Not in this galaxy.~ [the new administration will have to find one of their own. too bad for them.~

nods thoughtfully, though; it does ring true, though not in the way the crew have experienced the Ingress. a curious look as Miles explains; that he's managed to get that far under Thán's skin -- Captain Thán, still, and that says something too -- is as much a tribute to his genuine greed for knowledge as of his persistence or interrogative skill. he's always been like that, disarming people simply because, beyond thought of polity or self-interest, he so ardently needs to know.]


Even odds this mess won't be much kinder to them than the situation they walked out on.

[and whom will they lock away or abandon this time, when it sinks in that their new crew isn't as compliant as they'd like?]
gentlemenpreferblondes: (And I mean to care for no one)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-08-05 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[J was a little disappointed that Megatron had requested them to meet at Miles' office. Not that she didn't mind being around him but things were rather... awkward between them after their previous little encounter at the Medbay, which had ended up with J first emptying her stomach on the floor and then running away from him. Of course, she knew that she'd have to face him sooner or later as they were now coworkers of sort.

But she was also very much interested in seeing just what kind of man this Megatron was and would've liked to meet him alone. His reaction to her picture and light flirt via texts suggested that he wasn't used to be approached females. Probably a nerdy computer guy?

She's exactly on the time to their meeting. She's still wearing that same, rather suggestive outfit before with red heels as she knocks on the door before entering all ready to greet her new coworker with her trademark smile and--

Her face nearly drops at the sight of a giant robot inside the room. Oh, now she's disappointed. Here she had hoped she could've found a new playmate for herself.

However, she doesn't let the disappointment to linger on her face more than a second as she pulls a a friendly and more appropriate smile on her lips and nods at Megatron.]
morethan084: (sadsmile)

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-09 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Daisy notices his leg before she notices the booze. She wants to ask him about it, but then he's chatting at her about how alcohol had been outlawed.]

We should come up with a password then. Don't need anyone to take the stash away.

[Daisy picked up a glass, deciding what to drink first.]

What are you drinking?
hellsbel: (20)

[personal profile] hellsbel 2016-08-09 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[there are much more interesting things to bang your head against, Miles~

snort of laughter -- of course a mutiny was the first thing that would have happened. only surprised it wasn't you.<3]
No, I'd be less worried if I thought this crew could pull something like that together. [dry grin] More like chronic bad morale and the consequences thereof. Three months is a long time to spend in the dark. Even when you're not just lurking around the edge of a wormhole the entire time.

[sighs a little, pensive] Do you think they're up to it?
tearmeanewone: (136)

Elizabeth

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-08-09 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was one thing to find herself suddenly able to break the barriers between timelines.]

[It's another to feel like a weapon hidden in plain sight, being stared at by people whose motives she didn't like or trust. She'd cried to Ivan about losing her position after working so hard, even dying to protect the crew, so most of that she's put aside for the moment. Now Elizabeth is focused on potentially worse things.]

[The Ingress is no longer functioning, and Elizabeth could function as a portable one with the right prodding.]

[This is a living nightmare for her. Having the potential to open tears was completely different from where she is now, which is fully capable. Thán, she believes, isn't a man to concern himself with weapons or weaponizing the crew. Diplomacy was always the first step with the three previous captains. Now? She doesn't like these men. She doesn't like that they arrive and simply take what they want, inflict standards and rationing, determine what departments were and weren't necessary. It's a sort of regulation that reminds her too much of when she was kept in a carefully maintained environment, completely ignorant of what was actually happening. Because somebody 'knew better'.]

[She doesn't feel safe like she did before. And Miles would understand why if he just sees what she can do. He was the first one she told months ago, he should see it for himself, and maybe he can help her figure out what to do.]

[After a brief message exchange, she waits for Miles in her quarters, sitting on the couch and boring holes in the coffee table with her eyes. The ship felt less like home now, and more like a prison with iron gates slowly closing her in.]
morethan084: (confused/concerned(2))

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-11 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Probably. I mean, this is before security cameras and good locks were a thing.

[When he mentions old Earth she assumes he means what's old for her as well.

Daisy noticed the moment she walked in he was already tipsy. Which amused the hell out of her.]


I'm good with whatever is already open.

[Daisy gave him a look of concern when he started to get up, eyes falling to his leg.]

How did that even happen?

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