FANPORT OVERFLOW LOG

[maskormods]

WHO: ImPorts!
WHERE: Heropa's Convention Centre.
WHEN: April 14-16, from 9 AM - 12 AM every day.
WHAT: Registration is in motion alongside FanPort, the most popular imPort convention around! Come on in and see imPort-led panels, the artist's alley, cosplayers, and more! If you have any questions, or wish to amend the way we have written up your characters' panels, let us know here! The original log can be found HERE.
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be changed.

Comments

[protects_the_small]

[This also fits in with what the mages say about fields of energy so Kel nods again]

And....getting very far away from the ground means that there's less?

[vorbarra]

Exactly. The further you are from an object, the less gravitational pull it's exerting on you. Most of the time in space you're distant enough from all objects-- it's mostly empty-- that there's little to none.

[protects_the_small]

[Internal shudder, that sounds terrifying]

What pushes the ships then?

[vorbarra]

Sources of propulsion, largely chemical. Like... mmm, are you familiar with fireworks at all?

[ Those had predated modernity by quite a bit, he's sure. ]

[protects_the_small]

We have magefire...

[vorbarra]

How about explosives? Like for mining?

[protects_the_small]

[Kel frowns, thinking back to the ogre mines she'd seen as a squire.

But no, they'd depended on their own muscle]

No....That sounds dangerous.

[vorbarra]

[ Ruefully, ] It is. But you are familiar with explosives? The propulsion used is something like that, released in controlled, directed bursts.

[ Close enough. ]

[protects_the_small]

Oh, blaze balm. Yes.

...It's nasty stuff, sticks to everything.

[vorbarra]

You have sticky explosives?

[protects_the_small]

Blaze balm is the only one I know of...It's a controlled substance of course.

[vorbarra]

Interesting.

[ They seem to have run the course of this conversation, so after a moment's pause, he says, ] Have you been enjoying the convention?

[protects_the_small]

[Kel grimaces at the crowds around her]

It's like.... Nothing back home... Except perhaps the religious festivals, and I'm not sure I would like that comparison.

[vorbarra]

Not a fan? I can't say I am either. Though it's been productive; we've had some results from our panel.

[protects_the_small]

Recruiting more mercenaries, are you?

[She's grinning, it's probably a Joke]

[vorbarra]

One, and a new client. [ Dryly, accepting the ribbing but sending it back, ] Though we still aren't mercenaries.

... Actually, I can tell you the truth of that now that our covers have been blown.

[protects_the_small]

Miles told me some of it. It sounds more like, hmm, you use the word differently than I do.

[vorbarra]

I'm not so sure of that, actually. Did he explain that they're sworn to my service?

[protects_the_small]

Yes, that did get rather confusing.

[vorbarra]

Essentially, almost all of them are unaware of this, but since Miles is sworn to me and to Barrayar, he relinquished them to be part of the Emperor's own forces. So they're under Our command, making them not very mercenary at all.

[protects_the_small]

But you needn't have such subterfuge here. [Said as a statement, but curls as a question]

[vorbarra]

Not in that respect, no. We're truly not much more than a business enterprise. [ With some ruefulness, ] I'd prefer to act on behalf of the Imperium as little as possible while I'm here.

[protects_the_small]

I hadn't noticed.

[What with the insisting on incorrect terms of address]

You don't seem to be too worried about it in general.

[vorbarra]

Worried about what? The Imperium?

[protects_the_small]

Yes, you aren't worried about it falling apart in your absence?

[She's heard that no time passes once or twice, but she isn't altogether convinced]