Luceti Appointments

[vor]

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[deadhero]

"Is it rude to say I'm not sorry I missed it? 'I never' always blows up in my face.

This game is a whole lot less humiliating. Usually."

And suddenly -- although she was a grown woman in an even growner man's body -- she felt childish. Monopoly, indeed. What were they...in grade school?

[vor]

He's scanning the rules. "This sounds..." Jacksonian. "Interesting. Like a strategy game, except you're conquering territories with money."

[deadhero]

"That's captialism for you. But it's not really territories. More like...a city. Or a city block? I don't know. What I do know is I always like being the top hat. But I see you as a man-on-horseback kinda guy."

[vor]

Gregor carefully fits the top back on and sets it aside. "Thank you." My gosh, do Barrayaran games reveal so much about their culture as old Earth games do? Considering the most popular ones are strategy games, almost certainly. "I'll have to..." He waves one hand, at a loss for what to do with a present he needs several other people to use.

[deadhero]

Oh. Chin lowered, she would have been blushing with shame had Spike's body allowed it. Get a game, she thought. Everyone'll have a good time. But she was too late and she had the vampire to blame for it and now she felt dead in the water as well as just plain-jane-actually-dead.

It might have been a perfectly manageable failure except she was already having one of those weeks. And without her moral-support-pirate around to help her. Who could blame him? Why would he ever want to be around her right now?

"It's late," she started -- drawing her hand away from the second gift. She could just leave it there. "Well. For you. Maybe not for me. Creature of the night, now. But I should really be back on the beat."

[vor]

"Nah, I'm not tired. My sleep schedule got thrown off and hasn't gone back to normal yet." He considers, sensing he's somehow embarrassed her and not really sure how, since he's being no more reserved than usual. "I could draft Ivan into playing with us, if you want."

[deadhero]

"Hopefully not anytime soon. I'm not sure he should have to see me like..."

A gesture at the vampire's body. "I already pity you for having to converse with him. Me. Me as him. Not that he's all that bad looking and he keeps in good shape but..."

Things were getting worse.

"I never meant to stay long. Just wanted to explain my absenteeism."

[vor]

He hesitates, then nods. "It's a little odd, but for what it's worth, I'm not particularly uncomfortable."

[deadhero]

"I am," she admitted. "Extra uncomfy. Remember the part where I told you about how only questionable non-gentlemen tend to...y'know...?"

She pointed at Spike's face. "Being a man is awkward enough. Being a man who's also an ex? Double unfun."

[vor]

Another nod. "I can imagine. Should I wait to open the other gift until you come back?"

[deadhero]

"How about...once I'm gone?"

She pushed her palms against the cushions and stood up.

[vor]

"As you wish." He stands with her and reaches out for a handshake. The only sign that this is a little awkward for him is that his wings spread a tad.

[complicatedliar]

Not knowing what a Vor is, I shall take your word for it. She is quite lovely, no mistaking. [He smiles.]

[vor]

The Vor are our...sort of our upper crust, I suppose. Military caste. High Vor are our equivalent of an aristocracy.

[He feeds Alys a sugar cube when she's finished with the apple, glossing over her neck with one hand.]

[complicatedliar]

Ah, I see. Yes, she is a noble lady indeed, so I shall agree with you.

[deadhero]

She slipped a cold, dead hand into his. The shake was firm but brief.

"And you might want to put something on that eye..."

[vor]

High Vor. [He gives her one more fond pat.] I'm ten points away from adding another horse. I'll need all the help I can get.

[vor]

"I've heard that, yes."

[deadhero]

"...I always liked bags of frozen peas. Any veggies, really."

[vor]

"Got it."

[complicatedliar]

[Loki nods.]

I think I shall save my own... points... for a horse when it comes to that, unless a more useful purchase makes itself known.

So I will be glad to help. I haven't had much chance to be around horses for a while.

The GVB Rehabilitation Stable for Recovering Evil Maniacs

[vor]

You'd be welcome here. [Gregor ponders for a moment.] Would you care to go on a ride?

And Gregor finds his true calling: Therapy Horsies

[complicatedliar]

[That... is not something he's used to hearing. But he'll take it.

Loki smiles.] I should like that very much.

I thought Pinkie Pie had that covered.

[vor]

Choose a horse and saddle up, then.

Uh oh, therapy turf war coming.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki chooses the newly-named Kolbakr; as much as the horse reminds him of Vakri, he can't help it. He gets the horse ready with practiced efficiency.]