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video, December 20
[Bel's face should be tolerably familiar after weeks of ship patrols. It's a little sharper now, a little older, than it was three weeks ago.]
Thorne here. You've probably all seen Navigator Manasseh's video by now. I don't know what the hell that was, but for all intents and purposes we're dealing with a hostile intruder on board.
I'd like to call for combat-trained volunteers to protect and escort civilian crew members between essential areas of the ship. If you have an essential job somewhere on the ship, get someone who doesn't to escort you. Everyone else, stay together in public areas. Try the mess hall. At least you won't be hungry.
Anyone who figures out how to hurt the thing? Let us know.
Anyone want to help hunt it down? Let's talk.
Keep your eyes on your map. Call in if it looks like anyone is alone somewhere on the ship. Don't wait for them to call for help; they might not be able to. We'll go pick them up. If you want to go, take a friend.
If you need company on your workshift or to go anywhere, get in touch. And if you hear about anyone who needs company, see what you can do.
[a dry grin] I hope someone's feeding the cats.
[Volunteers will be asked to take charge of the following:
[[If anyone wants to handwave IC first meetings, that's fine! Threadhopping to check in with other characters and make hall-buddy plans is encouraged in here.]]
Thorne here. You've probably all seen Navigator Manasseh's video by now. I don't know what the hell that was, but for all intents and purposes we're dealing with a hostile intruder on board.
I'd like to call for combat-trained volunteers to protect and escort civilian crew members between essential areas of the ship. If you have an essential job somewhere on the ship, get someone who doesn't to escort you. Everyone else, stay together in public areas. Try the mess hall. At least you won't be hungry.
Anyone who figures out how to hurt the thing? Let us know.
Anyone want to help hunt it down? Let's talk.
Keep your eyes on your map. Call in if it looks like anyone is alone somewhere on the ship. Don't wait for them to call for help; they might not be able to. We'll go pick them up. If you want to go, take a friend.
If you need company on your workshift or to go anywhere, get in touch. And if you hear about anyone who needs company, see what you can do.
[a dry grin] I hope someone's feeding the cats.
[Volunteers will be asked to take charge of the following:
- Escort fellow crew from their rooms to a common area (mess hall or library, paired with another volunteer so no one has to return alone)
- Escort fellow crew back and forth from common areas to the infirmary (to visit friends)
- Stand by in the infirmary to escort medical personnel wherever needed
- Escort essential crew to areas of the ship that can't be left unmanned and stay with them while they work (nonessential crewpeople/civilians are invited for this)
- Arm up in pairs and stalk the intruder
[[If anyone wants to handwave IC first meetings, that's fine! Threadhopping to check in with other characters and make hall-buddy plans is encouraged in here.]]
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( guess who had a run in with it already in the worst company possible? this man. but he's seen the voice matched with someone around ship and they're pretty attractive, so ivan's gonna hedge his bets and use this as an excuse.
even if he doesn't like the idea of fighting anything. )
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Take special care of this one, Zam. He'll make it worthwhile.~ [best wingperson y/y?]
Ivan, you say that like a man with some experience. Don't tell me it's crossed your path?
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Miles and I caught a glimpse of it.
( they were arguing and then had the ever loving shit scared out of the both of them, but he's going to not mention that to bel. )
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( god he really needs a shower now that things have started to unfreeze. )
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( it's a joke no one gets but miles and gregor, alas. )
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[A few minutes later, Ivan will hear a knock on his door. For the first time in weeks, Zam is not wearing her Moira uniform, but her dull violet Mabari armor. One gloved hand rests on the blaster pistol holstered at her side. There is a dangerous creature supposedly stalking the halls after all. A girl can never be too careful.]
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he gives his best open affable grin -- seemingly at home on his handsome features. )
You're my escort, then?
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That’s me. [She glances back down at his uniform, a smirk pulling at the corners of her lips.] You usually get this dressed up to visit your cousin’s office?
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Can't call it dressing up when it's what I wear daily back home. ( he admits, running a hand down the front of his chest to flatten out any creases. ) And it's warm, which is really why I'm wearing it to bother Miles in.
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[She takes a small step back, looking the man up and down. If her gaze lingers here and there, well… she’s just being thorough.] I gotta say, I don’t see much of a family resemblance.
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Yeah? Sounds like Miles.
( it must have been sometime after ivan and gregor left, before miles met his particularly gruesome end. but then she mentions the family resemblance, and he grins at both the comment and her appraisal. oh yes, feel free to look. )
Our grandmothers were sisters. ( but he can fill in the rest. ) Teratogenic damage made Miles like he is, it's not genetic. He likes to say that he should look like me, but between us? There's not a chance, what with his parents looking like they do.
( ivan loves his family, he does. but aral vorkosigan is 5'10" and a face that no one would describe as attractive, and his aunt is no knockout. if miles should be blaming anyone for the hand genetics would have dealt him, it should be olivia vorbarra for marrying piotr vorkosigan and ruining the gene pool for him. )
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[She throws a casual glance over her shoulder, still keeping a lookout for danger despite the conversation.] Well, we shouldn’t keep him waiting. [She looks back at Ivan with a wry smile.] It would be pretty embarrassing if I let my client get attacked right outside his quarters.
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We grew up together. My other, more distant cousin ended up here, too -- his grandmother was my great-grandfather's half-sister.
( wow, ivan, it's like you exactly how you're related to two of the three surviving relatives on that side of the family tree because you're fucking paranoid that someone's going to point at you and say 'hey, why aren't you emperor' and need the chance to yell INHERITANCE THROUGH THE FEMALE LINE IS BULLSHIT. )
Oh yeah, he'd have some sharp and pointed remark for you if you did. ( he gestures for her to lead the way -- he'll follow her. )
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Better hurry then, [she says lightly.] I don’t know if my heart could take that.
[She leads the way out of Nomo Deck, looking all too comfortable in her current role as bodyguard. She used to have a job in security after all, what feels like a few thousand years ago when she still thought she was capable of settling down.]
I don’t think I caught your name, by the way.
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( he loves his cousin dearly, obviously. he ambles along just fine, an easy pace with his hands shoved into his uniform pockets. no need for a military march here. )
Ivan Vorpatril.
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They exit Nomo Deck and step out into the halls.] Just tell me what direction we’re headed.
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( she can think it, he will say it. and it isn't, not when he's trapped with his cousins. )
Eastwards, and down.
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( but he doesn't, so it all works out in the end. )