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One lovely afternoon Miles gets a rather urgent call from Ivan.
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as-i-remember
"I have never before seen you with quite that expression on your face. Please, tell me the scope of the incipient disaster so I can decide whether to retire on the spot."
thisvorlunatic
"...Possible source of instantaneous interstellar person-to-person communication," he says. "In the form of, um. I fully acknowledge how crazy this is going to sound. An eight-year-old girl with functional angel wings, who showed up tracelessly in some nameless street in the capital, where Ivan Vorpatril found her and rescued her from some nasty customers who probably objected to the wings, and claims she got here via the malfunctioning door of a magical multiversal bar called Milliways. Apparently her parents are some kind of interdimensional big shots. I have verified the magical person-to-person communication, though not whether it obeys the speed of light. I can add you to the circuit; it will involve a little girl saying hello in your mind, and then you'll have 'brainphone' access to - well, currently, me and my mother and the interdimensional eight-year-old."
as-i-remember
"You're right," he says. "It sounds extremely crazy. Your mother is involved? Let's hear from her, please."
greatcomposure
"Hello, Simon. Miles is not experiencing bizarre delusions, nor is he playing some kind of elaborate joke."
greatcomposure
Cordelia goes back to Pen.
"Could you put my friend Simon Illyan on the brainphone now, please?"
"Could you put my friend Simon Illyan on the brainphone now, please?"
as-i-remember
[So it would appear.]
To Miles, he says, "Would you like to take a minute of silence for your beloved comm delays now, or would you prefer to wait until the instantaneous aspect is also verified?"
To Miles, he says, "Would you like to take a minute of silence for your beloved comm delays now, or would you prefer to wait until the instantaneous aspect is also verified?"
thisvorlunatic
I don't know what you're talking about, sir— no.
Miles tries for a full second to come up with a remotely innocent-sounding response, and, failing utterly, he just bursts out laughing.
Miles tries for a full second to come up with a remotely innocent-sounding response, and, failing utterly, he just bursts out laughing.
thisvorlunatic
Rather than turn away from the comconsole and yell, Miles answers via brainphone, [Simon is making fun of me.]
thisvorlunatic
"Anyway," says Miles to the comconsole. "I take it you're satisfied that we haven't all gone insane. I... respectfully recommend that you find that bar sooner than later."
greatcomposure
"Are you tired?" asks Cordelia of Pen. "Do you want to find a guest room you like?"
greatcomposure
To the guest rooms!
The beds vary in size. Some are smallish and some are medium and some are large and goodness but that one is enormous.
The beds vary in size. Some are smallish and some are medium and some are large and goodness but that one is enormous.
