A flurry of owls

[chaotic-miles.livejournal.com]

Freshly sorted, Miles made his way to the owlery.


Susan,

I got sorted into Slytherin. I've also attempted a bit of recruiting here and there, although I haven't been successful at finding people who have enthusiasm for evil clown hunting. When can we meet next to share drinks and strategize?

Miles

P.S. I really don't know how well I'm going to like communicating via owl. It seems a slow, cumbersome way to communicate, as well as being fairly non-secure.




Hello,

Are you still up for a drink and a chance to talk shop? I was sorted into Slytherin, so we could just meet in the common room. Also, I don't believe I actually caught your name during my sorting, but one of the house elves eventually supplied it. Hopefully, it didn't name the wrong person, or I'm really going to be embarrassed.

Yours,
Miles Vorkosigan






Dr. Cox,

My name is Miles Vorkosigan, and I was recently sorted into Slytherin. During my sorting, it was suggested that I contact you as you are apparently an actual medic here, and not just a fan of daytime soap operas. I have a medical condition that renders my bones brittle, and was told there might be something the medics here could do to stabilize them. I was also told to ask for you specifically, and I hope at some point you can work in a bit of time to meet with me.

Thanks in advance.

Miles Vorkosigan
Slytherin

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[sidney-reilly.livejournal.com]

Reilly walked out to the common room and scanned the area for familiar faces.

"Vorkosigan! Good to see you again. Care to find a table at the Little Green Apple?"

[chaotic-miles.livejournal.com]

Miles grinned and trotted over. "The Little Green Apple? Sure, why not?" He had no idea what he was in for.

[sidney-reilly.livejournal.com]

Reilly led Vorkosigan to the cafe, ordered a vodka, and found them a table while the small man placed his order.

"I suppose if we're going to exchange war stories, we'd best get our relative wars straight," he said when Miles joined him at the table. "My career took place 80 years ago, on this world, mainly in Russia, which is at the northerly end of this continent. And you...are from another world, if I understood you correctly?"

[chaotic-miles.livejournal.com]

Since Miles basically had no alcohol tolerance whatsoever, he simply ordered a beer, which seemed relatively safe, and then joined Reilly.

"Russia, huh? That is really interesting, because if I understand my Barrayaran history correctly, a lot of our original settlers were from that part of Earth." He quirked a grin. "I mean, my mother's bodyguard was a Ludmila Droushnakovi." He named off the year, which was considerably distant in the future. "At the moment we're not exactly at war, although the galaxy isn't exactly a bastian of stability... ever."

[sidney-reilly.livejournal.com]

"Ahh, in other words, Europe at pretty much any time in my century, writ large. I'm not altogether surprised Russia took to colonization. From what I've read of 20th-century history after what I was there for, Russia had two themes: competing with America in the race to space, and competing with itself in a race to strip-mine all its own natural resources. What else would be left, eventually, but to find someplace else to ruin?"

He took a sip of vodka. "How are the major powers divided up in your turbulent corner of the galaxy, and which were you with?"

[chaotic-miles.livejournal.com]

Miles nodded, shrugging a little. "It seems that most of Earth pretty much did that," he noted. "At least from the texts I've read."

"As to the centers of power... Well, there's Beta Colony, where my mother comes from. They're very scientifically-minded there, and are definitely the most technologically advanced. Then we have Barrayar, which has been fairly isolated lately, at least until the Cetagandans invaded. That was during my grandfather's time, and now we're kind of at uneasy peace with them. And then there's Jackson's Whole, which operates on a lassez-faire system of polits gone horribly, horribly awry."