Pre-Jump Earth Literature

[aestrix]

It's a new term, and the end of the break between terms most students have been enjoying. But time marches ever on, and so at 1:00 PM, just after lunch, twenty-six students all around the age of fifteen are finding seats in an obnoxiously decorated classroom. It's one of those classrooms that tries very hard to be peppy and inspirational, and only succeeds at being very out of touch, and kind of creepy.

Soon it will be time to read about things long-dead people wrote.

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[poll_the_stars]

Snort. "Good."

(... She noticed that dodge there. There is nothing she can do about it though. Not without pressuring him more than she thinks she should.)

[thisvorlunatic]

"Although if I do have a galaxy-saving emergency, I now know where to turn."

[poll_the_stars]

Giggle.

"Excellent. We can save the galaxy more efficiently."

[thisvorlunatic]

"It's good to have friends for this sort of thing."

[poll_the_stars]

Giggle. "That we do!"

...

Gosh she is tired and would like to go curl up in her bed and not do things. Entertaining as talking to Miles is. (She has a brief visual of getting to talk to Miles while in bed, possibly with him, and then that thought is evicted, no no no, wait until there is less freakout associated.)

How to gently extract herself from a conversation without implying that the conversation isn't fun. .... She has no fucking idea. Uh.

[thisvorlunatic]

Miles definitely has no idea about any visuals Yvette is having. Which is probably a good thing, all things considered.

"...And thank you," he adds, a little awkwardly. "For - not being too Betan."

[poll_the_stars]

"Ha," says Yvette. "You're welcome."

[thisvorlunatic]

"And... thank you for not being too Barrayaran either."

Whoops he didn't quite mean to get that serious.

[poll_the_stars]

...

Yvette snickers.

"Actually that was the point of coming here, aside from - galactic education. I have been systematically ripping out all of the nasty things out of my head that I do not want to be. So - you're welcome! And thank you, I'm glad it's working!"

[thisvorlunatic]

He smiles slightly when she laughs. (It's... a good thing that she's doing, sort of, he thinks, but something about her laughing right then just hit him wrong. It's fine, she didn't mean anything by it.)

[poll_the_stars]

"Sorry," she says after a pause and noticing the flash of expression on his face. "I don't mean to - demean anything there. You're welcome, really. And seriously, thank you. That - is - sort of the first time anyone's noticed that I try not to be terrible, I am happy about it."

[thisvorlunatic]

He smiles a little more. "Well, congratulations on your lack of terribleness. Good job. Keep it up."

[poll_the_stars]

"I will! Thank you."

[thisvorlunatic]

He checks the time.

"And now that we've made our best effort at getting Frank to cry, I should probably go home. See you tomorrow?"

[poll_the_stars]

Damn it he makes it look so fucking easy! She was internally conflicted about how to end this social meeting! Internally conflicted! And he just goes and bam, there, done. She is incredibly jealous.

"Yeah," she agrees, smiling.

So incredibly jealous.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Bye," he says cheerfully. Off he goes.

[poll_the_stars]

"Bye!"

And then she goes home, flops face first into her pillow, and makes various sounds of dismay. Damn it she decided not to attempt to date the cute well spoken Vor. She agrees with her reasoning, and it still stands, but augh. He is so cute!




The next day:

There is an Yvette, on a bench, near the science museum. She has ice cream, and is working towards no longer having ice cream. She's purposefully pretty easy to spot, so she doesn't have to worry about looking very hard for her shiny new best friend instead of eating ice cream. Nom.

She'll look around anyway, but that's more recreational than searching desperately through a crowd for Miles.

[washed_in_blood]

No one of Miles's size is easily visible at a distance in the crowded corridors and atria near a major Betan spaceport.

On the other hand, given that Miles is the son of the former Regent and grandson of a ruling Count, perhaps that looming figure approaching through the crowd has something to do with him. He's dressed in nominally civilian clothes, but carries himself very much like a soldier. The sort of man that an important person might assign as the bodyguard of their small troublesome relative.

[poll_the_stars]

...

Hm. Miles is definitely worthy of a bodyguard, though it hadn't occurred to her before now. Let's just watch the soldier in civilian clothing and see what he does, or if there is a Miles present.

[washed_in_blood]

He looks at her, confers with a shorter and less visible person next to him, and heads in her direction.

[thisvorlunatic]

The shorter and less visible person proves to be Miles! When the crowd is finally thin enough between him and Yvette for him to see her, he grins and waves.

[poll_the_stars]

Yvette grins and waves back, with the hand that is not holding ice cream.

When he is within speaking distance, "You know I didn't realize until I got home, but 'afternoon' is not actually a very specific time," she says, amused.

[thisvorlunatic]

"It worked, didn't it? Here we both are, at the museum, in the afternoon."

[poll_the_stars]

"This is true."

She inclines her head to the bodyguard. Hello, you exist, I respect your job and acknowledge your existence as a person. She'd talk to him, if she expected him to want to converse, but that's pretty unlikely, she thinks. A Barrayaran bodyguard that's this professional would likely want to do his job as well as possible, and this involves minimizing distractions.

"Well, ready to go?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Yeah."

To the science museum!

The promotional materials displayed in the entryway promise exhibits every bit as exciting as Miles implied. There's one about lasers, one about magnets, one about molecular biology, one that purports to explain wormhole physics on a level a child could understand—

"Okay, I know just enough to know that's a huge oversimplification," says Miles, gesturing at the holo display advertising the wormhole exhibit, "but it's a very pretty oversimplification, I will admit."