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Finnah's just arrived at work to open the store for the morning shift; she has her apron on but hasn't put her hair up yet. She lets in the customer who always takes half an angle to determine that he wants four buttercreams, again, and then nips into the back to tend to her hair and check the overnight progress of the rock candy.
This isn't the back.
But that -
No, he's too tall to be Mial, if this is a Mial prank it's a stupidly elaborate one.
"Okay, I give up," she says, "what the hell?"
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thisvorlunatic
The three Mileses sit at the table.
"Is there some point to this besides getting us all to swear at each other?" wonders Miles.
"Will we swear at each other?" wonders Stalas.
"Definitely," says Mial.
"Is there some point to this besides getting us all to swear at each other?" wonders Miles.
"Will we swear at each other?" wonders Stalas.
"Definitely," says Mial.
"Mial is like frightening amounts of good at board games, heads up," says Finnah. "I mean, maybe that's a thing, maybe you all are, but he's older, and he plays a lot. He's won money, playing, what-all, pel-pwon and four corners and stuff, if he picked one and stuck with it he'd place in squarewide for sure."
thisvorlunatic
Miles and Stalas grin simultaneous identical grins.
Mial glances from one to the other of them and snickers.
"Yeah," says Mial, "we're gonna swear at each other a lot."
They set up the game and start playing.
Mial glances from one to the other of them and snickers.
"Yeah," says Mial, "we're gonna swear at each other a lot."
They set up the game and start playing.
isthisart
Finnah turns into a cardinal and sits on Mial's shoulder to supervise.
Aurin sits next to Ivan to supervise from a greater distance.
Linya raises an amused eyebrow and goes back to her systematic exploitation of Bar.
Aurin sits next to Ivan to supervise from a greater distance.
Linya raises an amused eyebrow and goes back to her systematic exploitation of Bar.
thisvorlunatic
The game is... pretty even. Mial might have an edge against either of them alone, but anytime one of the three gets ahead, the other two immediately turn on him.
It takes all of two minutes before they start swearing at each other. Their attitude towards the game might be described as 'friendly viciousness'; they don't exhibit any signs of genuine anger while spitting creative obscenities across the table.
It takes all of two minutes before they start swearing at each other. Their attitude towards the game might be described as 'friendly viciousness'; they don't exhibit any signs of genuine anger while spitting creative obscenities across the table.
middlingalong
"What is it like to care that much about pegs," wonders Ivan vaguely.
thisvorlunatic
"The pegs are not the point," growls Miles. "The point is victory."
middlingalong
"But if this were... Gestured Nouns, or something, you don't get weird about Gestured Nouns even though winning it is entirely possible," says Aurin.
thisvorlunatic
"Different kind of victory," says Mial. "Oh, fuck you!" (This to Stalas, who has just eliminated one of Mial's pegs.) "You're gonna regret that, you overgrown mushroom!"
unmarred
"I'm trying to rate Mial's - Milesness," he says. "I suspected it might be higher than baseline, and I think I'm right."
"Why would Milesness come in amounts?" wonders Finnah.
unmarred
"There are some relevant things Mial has obviously got more of than Miles. Things like the weight and applicability of 'shren' versus 'mutie'. And, I don't know... there are certain kinds of, of personal intensity that I'm reading higher on him than Miles or Stalas. Maybe it won't make sense to someone who isn't an expert in Miles, I don't know."
"I have lived with one for more than a century," Finnah says.
"Uh, why, does it pay well?" Finnah asks.
unmarred
"It wasn't by my choice. Someone wanted Miles replaced with a substitute who could mimic him well enough to get past relevant security measures, kill a lot of his relatives, and become emperor of his planet, hopefully sparking a nasty civil war in the process. So this person created me and put me through intensive study in the subjects of Miles and murder until he could set up the switch. I didn't like him very much, and I ditched his plan as soon as I could."
"Oh. Good on you, then," says Finnah.
middlingalong
"We... don't have one of those, do we?" says Aurin.
"Uh, probably not," says Ivan. "Impersonating Mial wouldn't be much of a political act, I'm guessing? And also you probably don't have cloning."
"Not publicly. If somebody's cooked it up privately in Oridaan we wouldn't know about it," says Aurin.
"Oridaan?"
"Uh, sort of a country, more of a confederation of really rich people in the southwest corner who back each other's right to do whatever the fuck they want as long as they own the land they do it on and aren't stealing from the others."
"...So, Magic Jackson's Whole."
"Uh, probably not," says Ivan. "Impersonating Mial wouldn't be much of a political act, I'm guessing? And also you probably don't have cloning."
"Not publicly. If somebody's cooked it up privately in Oridaan we wouldn't know about it," says Aurin.
"Oridaan?"
"Uh, sort of a country, more of a confederation of really rich people in the southwest corner who back each other's right to do whatever the fuck they want as long as they own the land they do it on and aren't stealing from the others."
"...So, Magic Jackson's Whole."
unmarred
"If you do have one of me, I bet he's from Oridaan, then," says Mark. "But no conquest of Komarr, no Solstice Massacre, no embittered David Galen with a laser-targeted grudge against the Vorkosigans - I think you're safe."
"Someone did attack them once, but they used me, and I don't think I'm you," Finnah says.
greatcomposure
The scanner estimates her age significantly lower than before, although there aren't any obvious outward signs yet.