Cúrre (
hownkai) wrote in
thisavrou_log2016-02-01 11:09 am
( february intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!
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When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!
I N T R O L O G |
"There will be no prison which can hold our movement down."
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Padma?
[But he's younger, his face less lined and with less of a beer gut. Not Padma. Ivan. Ivan Xav Vorpatril, whom Cordelia recently saw screaming his way toward freedom, now grown up and apparently avoiding her. She leans against the doorframe, crosses her arms, and raises her eyebrows expectantly.]
Ivan. I'd heard you were around here somewhere.
[she's unimpressed with his lack of greeting.]
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but he also knows that look, it's a very aunt cordelia look. ivan's face slides into an easy smile to cover the urge to flee. saunter away, don't act suspicious. his aunt doesn't know him, technically, so maybe he can get out of this easily. put off her being aunt cordelia at him for longer.
one can hope, at any rate. )
Hello, Aunt Cordelia. ( see this smile? this is an empty, vapid smile. ) Miles and Gregor already fill you in?
( he hopes so, at any rate. because he sure as hell isn't going to do the honors if he doesn't have to. )
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Mm. It seems I'm rather out of date, so to speak.
[she gives him an appraising look.] Though neither had much to say on what you've been doing with your life. I take it you're in the Service too?
[Chewed up and spit out by Barrayar before they hit puberty, the three of them. Haven't they given enough?]
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There's not much to say. ( he says with a shrug, unbothered by the fact his accomplishments pale in comparison to those of both his cousins. ) Accepted into the Academy when I was seventeen, along with Miles. I got a posting to Ops HQ right after and stayed there except for a year's stint on Earth.
( very... low key. especially when compared to whatever miles has told her's been doing. ivan is about to say something more, but then his attention's grabbed by the bag she's got in her hands. )
Is that-- ( he asks, with an almost horrid fascination. ) Never mind, I don't want to know.
( just please. put it away? )
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Huh? Oh. Yes. I'm told it's quite the tale. The people in the kitchens didn't seem too pleased when I asked if I could put him in the deep freeze.
[shrug.]
Ops? I thought everyone wanted ship duty.
[surely he could have had it. Barrayar isn't exactly a meritocracy, after all.]
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why is his entire family like this? )
That's what I tell every time Miles asks me what I'm doing in Ops. ( a sigh, because alright -- he wanted ship duty. he wanted to be away from his mother more than being in the service let him. ) It's not too bad -- I mean, it's Vorbarr Sultana. There's probably not a cushier posting in the entire Service.
( which suits him just fine. )
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Plenty of time to go out with [women] your friends, then? Nice short working hours?
[Well. Being entirely unremarkable in every way is certainly one defense mechanism against becoming the emperor.]
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Got it in one. ( he says, with that vapid grin widening. ) Except for bringing the coffee -- that's what ensigns are for, not lieutenants.
( it's worked for him for twenty five years, what can he say? ivan vorpatril, innocent bystander. )