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Cam is out flying. There's a decent cloud of atmosphere around the gold plane, now, millenia of demons making air around themselves for comfort and not sealing it up because why would you bother. There's a small forest, here - the effect is kind of ruined by the lamps it has to grow under, but it's still pretty.
He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
Cam on Barrayar
from_scratch
thisvorlunatic
"Just about the only people who get computer-interfacing brain surgery around here are jump pilots," says Miles. "They're definitely the most famous case."
from_scratch
"Yeah, I read about that. I am excited to see if I get trippy jump pilot reactions, although I don't think I can do my own implants without help or a lot of prep and care."
thisvorlunatic
"If you turn out to have jump pilot potential, I will definitely make the case to Gregor when we get back that it would be really convenient if we got you proper jump pilot training and implants."
from_scratch
"Thanks!"
Eventually Cam is done eating. He retires to his own assigned cabin. Violin music may be heard very faintly.
Eventually Cam is done eating. He retires to his own assigned cabin. Violin music may be heard very faintly.
thisvorlunatic
"He noticed something! I would very much like it if you did not give him anything else to notice! Yank my chain on your own time!"
middlingalong
"If you're concerned about him noticing, though, you're going to have to stop looking at him like you do."
middlingalong
"If some guy looked at me like that I would sit him down and have a very serious conversation about how he needs to understand that I am not interested in long-term relationships with men and apologize if I have misled him."
middlingalong
"Sit in front of a mirror, close your eyes, contemplate the miracle of Cam, open your eyes."
thisvorlunatic
"Thank you for your helpful advice," he adds, about 85% sarcasm, and then he goes back to his cabin.
thisvorlunatic
Miles... sits in front of a mirror and thinks about Cam.
He plays the violin, for fuck's sake. He has a tail. A tail which he has been known to wag. He is adorably enthusiastic about public works projects.
And... wow, that's definitely a face Miles is making at this mirror. Okay. Tone it down, Miles. Professionalism is key. Think about the upcoming consultations with Komarran terraforming experts. Lots and lots of probably boring scientists who must be queried about their probably boring science. Definitely nothing to get excited about. And engineers, too, for the soletta array. Scientists and engineers. Engineers and scientists. None of whom have any magical powers.
There, the face is mostly under control. But now Miles feels bored and petulant. He remembers his Legos.
Lego is oddly compelling.
He plays the violin, for fuck's sake. He has a tail. A tail which he has been known to wag. He is adorably enthusiastic about public works projects.
And... wow, that's definitely a face Miles is making at this mirror. Okay. Tone it down, Miles. Professionalism is key. Think about the upcoming consultations with Komarran terraforming experts. Lots and lots of probably boring scientists who must be queried about their probably boring science. Definitely nothing to get excited about. And engineers, too, for the soletta array. Scientists and engineers. Engineers and scientists. None of whom have any magical powers.
There, the face is mostly under control. But now Miles feels bored and petulant. He remembers his Legos.
Lego is oddly compelling.