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Ivan has just recently been assigned to Earth. It's very cultural. He has already explained Vor to groups of natives four separate times. Some of them seem to find it really hilarious to call him Lord Vorpatril. He doesn't mind; some of those people are girls who giggle it and bat their eyelashes. He likes it here just fine.
After he finishes with his day-job duties (separate from attending diplomatic functions to stand around and look handsome) he attempts to let himself out of the room with the comconsole and all its data to sift through, only to find that the hallway has turned into a bar.
He looks over his shoulder. The office is still normal. Which is to say there are no other exits.
Ivan goes into the bar, squinting.
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middlingalong
middlingalong
"Right, Mark, I'm giving you till midafternoon and then I am barging in to make sure you have not cried out all your liquids and turned into a mummified husk."
middlingalong
Ivan tries the door. He'd really rather not have to bother Galeni about circumventing the lock.
unmarred
The door is not locked.
There is Mark, curled up on what was previously Miles's bed, doing nothing whatsoever.
There is Mark, curled up on what was previously Miles's bed, doing nothing whatsoever.
middlingalong
Ivan lets himself in and closes the door and plops on the edge of the bed, there being plenty of room between Mark's height and all this curling he's doing.
"This is a long one," he remarks.
"This is a long one," he remarks.
unmarred
"This isn't a panic attack," murmurs Mark. "I don't quite know what it is."
unmarred
"I don't know..."
He trails off, and is quiet for a few seconds.
Then: "I'm sorry. Is that what people say...? I'm sorry I - that I let him. That I didn't do something sooner."
He trails off, and is quiet for a few seconds.
Then: "I'm sorry. Is that what people say...? I'm sorry I - that I let him. That I didn't do something sooner."
middlingalong
"Wish I'd killed him in the first place," Ivan mutters. "He already deserved it, but no, I had to stun him..."
unmarred
"Wish I'd assassinated him while he was in prison. Except I probably couldn't have gone through with it."
unmarred
"Nah. I may not be good for much else, but I'm a fucking excellent assassin. I wouldn't have gotten caught. They could suspect me on motive all they liked, but not prove I'd been anywhere near him."