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maskormenacelogs2017-10-09 07:03 am
dreadinquisitor) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-10-09 07:03 am
Take What's Left of Me
WHO: Maxwell Trevelyan & Miles Naismith Vorkosigan
WHERE: Nonah
WHEN: Now....ish? Vague is vague.
WHAT: Addressing the Inquisitor shaped elephant in the room.
WARNINGS: Alternate universe mumbo-jumbo and the existentialist mind-f there in.
It had been longer, perhaps, than most would leave such an explosive revelation, but Maxwell had been... preoccupied. It was a lot to take in, the everything that was this place, and it was a lot to adjust to. He didn't even have to actively put off addressing the news when there was the issue of registration, and housing, and work, and just not getting lost whenever he left the house, and so many other things to contend with.
But he didn't deny that the time had helped. Gaining confidence elsewhere helped him now. He felt - readier, at least, than he had when Miles had first told him of the Other Inquisitor.
What was yet more weirdness in his life? It'd be fine. Probably.
With a deep breath (and a quick check of his communicator to make sure he had the right address), he let himself into the Ambassador's Office and looked around. Approaching the person behind the nearby desk with a gentle smile, he said, "Hello, my name is Maxwell. Maxwell Trevelyan, and Ambassador Miles said I could find him here?"
WHERE: Nonah
WHEN: Now....ish? Vague is vague.
WHAT: Addressing the Inquisitor shaped elephant in the room.
WARNINGS: Alternate universe mumbo-jumbo and the existentialist mind-f there in.
It had been longer, perhaps, than most would leave such an explosive revelation, but Maxwell had been... preoccupied. It was a lot to take in, the everything that was this place, and it was a lot to adjust to. He didn't even have to actively put off addressing the news when there was the issue of registration, and housing, and work, and just not getting lost whenever he left the house, and so many other things to contend with.
But he didn't deny that the time had helped. Gaining confidence elsewhere helped him now. He felt - readier, at least, than he had when Miles had first told him of the Other Inquisitor.
What was yet more weirdness in his life? It'd be fine. Probably.
With a deep breath (and a quick check of his communicator to make sure he had the right address), he let himself into the Ambassador's Office and looked around. Approaching the person behind the nearby desk with a gentle smile, he said, "Hello, my name is Maxwell. Maxwell Trevelyan, and Ambassador Miles said I could find him here?"