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[whatdidisay]

Vorpatril here. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you.

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text, somewhere between December 9-10

[hellsbel]

I may have just stolen your blankets. Or Greg's. Whichever. Do me a favor and don't rock the boat until your cousin feels a little less like an icicle.


[incoherent? a little. that's what happens when sending a message in the dark with Miles's head on your shoulder.]

12/18

[hohnkai]

A copy of The Komarr Report, a strategy/military memoir written by Miles Vorkosigan's father, will be placed in your mailbox.

MID VOICE

[vengeance_driven]

Hey man. Did you do okay?

[whatdidisay]

Beyond the near run into it in the bowls of the ship? Yeah, I'm fine. What about you?

[vengeance_driven]

I am good, ran around with Eggsy.

I hear a few people got caught. Even my girlfriend was not so lucky.

[vengeance_driven]

I can't take any more of your cousin's shit today, but he's talking like an American and making like he is most important here.

More than usual, I mean.

I recommend either taking care of him, or avoiding him.

OOC: After this thread.

[whatdidisay]

( what the fuck did you do, miles )

American-- Betan?

( oh god. oh god. fuck. ivan knows what this is and it's not good. )

He's nigh unbearable when he's like this. Thanks for the warning, and I'm sorry for Miles and whatever he did to piss you off.

[vengeance_driven]

Don't apologize for him. He is responsible for what he does and should not make you to be as well. But I know family is family, and you would like to know.

[At least he'll have tasks to distract him from being grumpy.]

1/28

[forwardmomentum]

I've got my memories back. Should be good now.

[whatdidisay]

Yeah? What all'd you miss?

[forwardmomentum]

You knew almost the half of it already, all that happened on Kyril Island. There were some things I forgot on the Dendarii side that Bel caught -- everything to do with Taura and that job we pulled on Jackson's Whole. And some things from when we were younger. Everything seems to be accounted for.

Text; private

[commontype]

So, Ivan. If Gregor is an Emperor and Miles is a princess, even though he swears he's not, what's that make you?

Text; private

[whatdidisay]

Absolutely no one of importance, that's what.

Text; private

[commontype]

Yeah, alright. I'll believe that when the fucking Queen shows up and asks me to knit her a purple jumper.

[So, never. Come on, Ivan.]

Text - Private

[tearmeanewone]

Ivan, I need to talk to a friend. Can you make a few minutes for me? As a friend?

Text - Private

[whatdidisay]

Always, as a friend. Over text or in person?

text;

[takeitslow]

Do you still want to shoot me? Yes, no, maybe?

text;

[whatdidisay]

Maybe, if you're up for it. Still interested in seeing if you can outrun an energy weapon?

[Action - May 8th]

[tearmeanewone]

((After this delightful thing...))

[There's a knock at Ivan's door, and when he opens it Elizabeth is standing outside in the hall, looking like she's focusing intently on keeping herself together whilst in public.]

Am I interrupting anything?

[whatdidisay]

Elizabeth? No, come on in--

( ivan steps aside, concern crossing his face and ushering her in. )

text; 5/16

[forwardmomentum]

Clark's gone.

[whatdidisay]

I got some wine last mail call. You want in?

5/25

[mailcall]

On the evening of the 25th, Ivan will find a scaled, perfect model of an Alliance Shuttle in their mailbox. If examined closely, it's clear the model has been assembled from a kit with exceptional finesse. On the bottom of it, out of sight if it were to be on display, is a minuscule etched name: LCDR SHEPARD.

[Contact squadgoals know if you have any questions about model size, etc!]

August 1st - Action

[tearmeanewone]

[After what was no doubt a very productive conversation with the new authority on the ship, Elizabeth finds herself ready to turn something inside out she's so frustrated and angry. How could some pompous school-taught, application-weilding man just waltz onto their ship and claim he was taking Elizabeth's hard-earned position from her? He had, so she knew that he could, but still. The way some people were just rolling over and accepting this, the way the captains had just rolled over, makes her so angry she could throw things.]

[Instead she goes to Ivan's room, because she's also heartbroken. She'd worked so hard, fought and died to protect the Moira and her crew, and now she's just being pushed out of the way by someone she has absolutely no respect for. She can feel the angry tears coming on... and tears, too.]

[Coming back from being dead had resulted in the restoration of her body before her collapse. The other half of this body's pinky was still out there, somewhere, and that meant that she could see dozens of cracks in the ship. Not that she had so little control that they manifested, but her control definitely is not what it used to be. Something is acting as a siphon, maybe the Ingress apparatus, maybe the presence of so many people from different timelines, she has no idea. But being calm meant she could control it.]

[She's far from calm now, and if she's going to split a tear because she wants to scream, she'd rather it be Ivan who sees it than anybody else.]

[Elizabeth knocks on his door, looking both angry and puffy-faced.] Ivan it's Elizabeth-- you need to keep me from knocking heads together, so I hope you're in there.

[whatdidisay]

( ivan is, indeed, there, because being anywhere else on the moria right now just seems like a bad idea. it's not a hostile takeover, but he's been keeping out of, well, everyone's way as much as possible. it just seems like the safer idea, overall. especially when they're reorganizing, replacing. people are bound to get upset, get punchy.

he's just glad elizabeth came to him instead. he opens the door in a second, ushering in and looking, well. concerned. )

Hey, come in.

( ivan reluctantly reorganizes his priorities for every time elizabeth is in his room, shuffling sex below cuddling which falls below talking. it's like no one appreciates this part of him, really. he does, however, open an arm that's an invitation for her to come in for a hug if she needs it. )