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[falsesmile]

Who: Ves (falsesmile) and general!
When: Day 6, afternoon
Where: The Ruined Hull
What: General exploration post!

[ The Ruined Hull has been unlocked! The go-team has been in the area for a while, the stay-team members who are so inclined have probably meandered over here somehow by now -- time to go exploring, but keep an eye on those suit power levels ♥ ]

Comments

[dendarii]

No, no. I'm actually less related to him than most of the other Vor, except for our common imperial ancestor. But the rest of his family is dead, so my parents helped raise him. I'm more like ... 3rd in line for the throne.

1/2

[ceruleo]

[ Open mouth. Close mouth. ]

2/2

[ceruleo]

Right, totally. Two completely different situations, my bad! Your Majesty.

[ /sarcasm ]

[dendarii]

[ Leo pls. ]

Lord Vorkosigan, if you absolutely must. I'm no prince.

[ceruleo]

[ Who the eff is Leo????

Don't answer that. HE'S PROBABYL INSANELY AWESOME. ]

Right, that's so much better, Lord Vorkosigan. Is that like, your thing? Are you all called 'Vor-'?

[dendarii]

[ LANCE SORRY gg me. ]

Yes. Vorbarra, Vorrutyer, Vorpatril ... It's a prefix denoting the ruling class.

[ceruleo]

[ ♥ ]

Right, I get it. [ At least it's clear by now that he's teasing, having picked up on Miles' general exasperation with his status. ] I am but a mere peasant in the face of your Lordship's greatness...!

[ Faux-swooning. Much eyelash batting. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles just twitches at that, teasing or not. ]

I'm telling you because you asked. I don't actually care about any of that nonsense here.

Where are you from?

[ceruleo]

[ He's about to say 'thank goodness, because if you started calling me Paladin, that'd be weird', but Miles gives him an opening to talk about his favourite topic. ]

My family's from Cuba! [ There's a bit of a pause, as it dawns on him that Miles has no clue what he's talking about. ] Which is a country. On Earth.

[dendarii]

[ Indeed, he looked completely blank just now. Still does a bit. ]

Ah. That's the one off the coast of east Eurasia, right?

[ He's thinking of Japan. ]

[ceruleo]

[ on the plus side, he tells himself, at least Earth exists in this universe. ]

Uh, no. Caribbean? Central America...? [ Unspoken: how'd you mess up geography that bad? ]

[dendarii]

[ Look. He's not Terran and also nuclear war wiped most countries off the map. ]

... Oh. Er. I think that's a crater, then. Sorry.

1/3

[ceruleo]

[ Feeling the need to cross himself rn like WHAT THE FUCK, MAN ]

2/3

[ceruleo]

[ N O ]

3/3

[ceruleo]

[ Theatrics aside, he's pulled short, jaw working but words taking their time to come out. ]

What...what happened?

[dendarii]

[ Miles, meanwhile, kind of blinks at him. ]

Nuclear war, of course. Hundreds of years ago. North America is completely impassable as well.

[ceruleo]

[ yikes. ]

Man, I thought humans were doing pretty good! Hundreds of years ago?! How come?

[dendarii]

... Because? Humans still mess up quite a bit? Don't ask me.

wrong account....

[ceruleo]

[ Lance huffs out a breath, then shrugs, conceding the point. ]

Whatever, it's just weird being told your home is a freakin' crater in an alternate...dimension or something, okay?! Gimme a break.

[ He turns back to the cot he'd been inspecting, seeing a small filing cabinet alongside, and moves to crouch next to it. ]

Do you think the people who lived on this ship were humans?

[dendarii]

No, no, I sympathize. It's just such ancient history in my time.

[ Miles crouches as well, reaching out to thumb at this weird thing. ]

Odds are low. But ... they must be humanoid, at least.

[ceruleo]

That's what I'm thinking, unless rectangular beds are a galactic standard.

[ Lance nods, thumbing the lock on the little door. ]

Do you have like, a knife or a piece of bone or something? I wanna open this.