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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
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thisvorlunatic
"I mean that as far as I know there's not, like, eternal torment or any kind of moral judgment involved."
from_scratch
When it's time to leave for Komarr, Cam makes himself an exquisitely fitted coat, which barely even looks lumpy under the carefully-placed downfeathers and high collar and casually unbuttoned front that just never has quite enough room to show a wingtip. Its lining is a close enough color match to his tail that he judges no special precaution other than "avoid excess wagging" is necessary to hide that. And then off they go. To space!
thisvorlunatic
The first thing Miles says on seeing the coat is, "As a long-time beneficiary of the art of deceptive tailoring: damn, you're good."
from_scratch
Cam snickers. "It helps that I didn't have to learn to sew. Do you require any deceptively tailored clothes you do not already have?"
thisvorlunatic
"Eh, not urgently," he shrugs.
Off they go to space. Or rather, off they go to the spaceport, where Cam and Miles and Ivan all board a fast courier, which proceeds to take them to space. The ship is very sleek-looking on the outside, but the interior is unmemorable unless you're a big fan of the plain-military-efficiency aesthetic.
Off they go to space. Or rather, off they go to the spaceport, where Cam and Miles and Ivan all board a fast courier, which proceeds to take them to space. The ship is very sleek-looking on the outside, but the interior is unmemorable unless you're a big fan of the plain-military-efficiency aesthetic.
from_scratch
"I have this irritating urge to decorate," says Cam. "Mural, crystal chandelier, rug, an actual bookshelf for actual books. I will try to restrain myself. Is this a good time to perform the stunner test or would that be awkward in some way?"
thisvorlunatic
"Nah, we might as well," says Miles. "It's not as though we're oversupplied with things to do on the way to Komarr. If you give in to your decorative urges, please make it something that can be packed up and taken with us when we leave the ship."
from_scratch
"Noted. Do you have a stunner or the ability to obtain one or shall I produce the model of your choice?"
thisvorlunatic
"I have a stunner."
He gets a stunner.
"...I've never shot someone with their permission before, it's sort of weird," he admits.
He gets a stunner.
"...I've never shot someone with their permission before, it's sort of weird," he admits.
from_scratch
"Shall I pretend I'm about to steal your soul? I've never actually done the soul-stealing act before but I have seen it reenacted before an audience of thousands for our viewing entertainment."
thisvorlunatic
Miles snickers. "Pass, thanks. All right, ready to possibly fall unconscious and wake up with a hangover or possibly have nothing happen to you at all?"
thisvorlunatic
"Any decent painkiller will help." And boy, does Miles know from painkillers. "Try syntha-morph, it's not exactly standard but I'm very fond of it, it has yet to make me hallucinate and that's a rare distinction."
thisvorlunatic
Huh. That's mildly surprising.
In the interests of science, Miles notes the time and then waits for Cam to wake up. From a light stun like this, fifteen minutes to half an hour would be normal.
In the interests of science, Miles notes the time and then waits for Cam to wake up. From a light stun like this, fifteen minutes to half an hour would be normal.
from_scratch
Cam rolls over groaning after about three, then sits up, rubbing his eyes. "That was interesting."