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[Sleek and dark, the new horse is a glorious bay mare the color of dark chocolate with cayenne pepper, intelligent and attentive and calm, but headstrong when she wants to go her own way. Gregor has an emotionally difficult time shacking her up in a nook in a barn in the farmlands. A proper Vor horse deserves better, but with the stables full, there’s nowhere else for her.
This morning, though, he’s riding the horse through the woods and grasslands just outside the village, looking exhilarated. With a palette swap, he could almost be back on Barrayar, near the house at Vorkosigan Surleau, with an afternoon to himself, his security perimeter tactfully out of sight and temporarily out of mind. With the exception of one or two bodyguards, of course.
After a shower and a change of clothes (a tunic, trousers, and unbuttoned vest devoid of military-esque embellishments), he steps outside looking happier than he has since his arrival, and feeling freer than he has in years. His hair has grown out of its short military burr cut, but he’s in no hurry to change it back to the Barrayaran standard. It has finally sunk in that here, he has no schedule, no expectations, no affairs. No pressure to marry and have lots and lots of kids (especially male ones). No treaties, no Cetagandan threat, no disgruntled Komarrans, no slander, no ImpSec. Just himself and a future he chooses. This is the chance he ran away for, and it doesn’t even come with consequences back home. For once, Gregor Vorbarra is in an amazingly good mood. Not that it’s easy to tell from his face.
He spends much of the afternoon converting one of the rooms in his apartment into a workout space. He then peruses the weapons’ shop for…well, okay, no, they have absolutely no stunners, plasma arcs, nerve disruptors, or needlers, and Gregor doesn’t have a way to charge them anyway. Not that he really expected a place like this to carry them. Instead, he selects an excellent, if plain, concealable dagger with a walnut grip and sound steel.
In the evening, he sits at Cloud Nine listening quietly to the music, munching an appetizer, and writing in the journal, laid flat on the bar with the cover down. He needs to tape over the name on it already, dammit.]
Does anyone need any work done?
-GB
[Filtered to Rin, 90% unhackable]
Rin, I believe you and I have a race to run.
[…Yup, definitely in a very good mood.
Run into him anytime during the day.]
This morning, though, he’s riding the horse through the woods and grasslands just outside the village, looking exhilarated. With a palette swap, he could almost be back on Barrayar, near the house at Vorkosigan Surleau, with an afternoon to himself, his security perimeter tactfully out of sight and temporarily out of mind. With the exception of one or two bodyguards, of course.
After a shower and a change of clothes (a tunic, trousers, and unbuttoned vest devoid of military-esque embellishments), he steps outside looking happier than he has since his arrival, and feeling freer than he has in years. His hair has grown out of its short military burr cut, but he’s in no hurry to change it back to the Barrayaran standard. It has finally sunk in that here, he has no schedule, no expectations, no affairs. No pressure to marry and have lots and lots of kids (especially male ones). No treaties, no Cetagandan threat, no disgruntled Komarrans, no slander, no ImpSec. Just himself and a future he chooses. This is the chance he ran away for, and it doesn’t even come with consequences back home. For once, Gregor Vorbarra is in an amazingly good mood. Not that it’s easy to tell from his face.
He spends much of the afternoon converting one of the rooms in his apartment into a workout space. He then peruses the weapons’ shop for…well, okay, no, they have absolutely no stunners, plasma arcs, nerve disruptors, or needlers, and Gregor doesn’t have a way to charge them anyway. Not that he really expected a place like this to carry them. Instead, he selects an excellent, if plain, concealable dagger with a walnut grip and sound steel.
In the evening, he sits at Cloud Nine listening quietly to the music, munching an appetizer, and writing in the journal, laid flat on the bar with the cover down. He needs to tape over the name on it already, dammit.]
Does anyone need any work done?
-GB
[Filtered to Rin, 90% unhackable]
Rin, I believe you and I have a race to run.
[…Yup, definitely in a very good mood.
Run into him anytime during the day.]
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Date: 2012-06-11 11:19 pm (UTC)From:-BS
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Date: 2012-06-11 11:27 pm (UTC)From:[Yardwork, hm. He wonders how difficult that is.]
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Date: 2012-06-12 02:41 am (UTC)From:[voice]
Date: 2012-06-12 02:43 am (UTC)From:Did he get back out?
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Date: 2012-06-12 03:33 am (UTC)From:[voice]
Date: 2012-06-12 03:37 am (UTC)From:[But he's smiling, and that can be heard.]
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Date: 2012-06-12 03:49 am (UTC)From:[It's notable. He usually doesn't.]
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Date: 2012-06-12 04:04 am (UTC)From:N-no way, you got that horse already?!
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Date: 2012-06-12 04:05 am (UTC)From:Alright! I've been waiting to test myself out and try out some landspeed! I'm going to give you run for your-!
[....And then it hits him. Wait. The only way to get a horse, apparently the only way to get anything her was missions. There's an awkward pause here of a few seconds]
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Date: 2012-06-12 04:08 am (UTC)From:...greg must have been on this new one]
Are you okay, actually?
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Date: 2012-06-12 04:11 am (UTC)From:I'm fine. Why?
[Riding helped gave him some blessed self-forgetfulness. Even the weight of the mission didn't seem so bad.]
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Date: 2012-06-13 04:12 pm (UTC)From:No reason, just asking. Uh--- good that you're okay though...
[...And now it sinks in that he feels awkward for asking in the first place. Whooops]
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Date: 2012-06-13 04:13 pm (UTC)From:[Yeah! Just! Let's perk up!!]
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Date: 2012-06-13 01:46 am (UTC)From:May I join you, or is this seat taken?
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