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maskormenacelogs2016-05-27 06:59 pm
watch_me_burn) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-05-27 06:59 pm
Late to the game but still IN the game...
WHO: Kareen Vorbarra and whomever else (contact me if you want in)
WHERE: Various
WHEN: Dates on subject headers
WHAT: Lotsa scenarios on the inside!
WARNINGS: Nothing more than a PG-13 language rating... probably
Starters are all in the comments!
WHERE: Various
WHEN: Dates on subject headers
WHAT: Lotsa scenarios on the inside!
WARNINGS: Nothing more than a PG-13 language rating... probably
Starters are all in the comments!
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Wouldn't you like to know.
No, but they're, like, everywhere. I'd show you, but my boyfriend might get jealous--ACTUALLY I would show you just to GET him jealous, but that'd be waaay more effective if he was here right now.........and if he actually got jealous. I think he'd just be embarrassed. And mad.
[ The light changed. He had the weird feeling that she was the kind of woman you should offer to escort places, not because she was incapable of walking there herself but because she was just...of that time and place and so, feeling a little ridiculous but showy (charming. He was charming...totally) he offered her his arm with smile. ]
I promise they don't bite.
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And she's DEFINITELY not sure how to take all this talk about boyfriends and making them jealous. If anything it turns her right off, no matter how charming his tone.
When he offered his arm she took a moment to stare, her mind whirling in conflict. Politeness warred with prejudice, etiquette taking over as she allowed herself to reach for his arm. It didn't stop her fingers from trembling when she lightly took it, however.
In the calmest voice, she spoke again when they began crossing the street.]
... You have a boyfriend, you say? What sort of context are we talking about?
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Was it him? Oh god, it was him. Newt had been accused of seeming "crazy" before, but he was pretty sure he came off as a good kind, a friendly kind of crazy and not the kind of guy who was going to knife you or ...worse, but he was suddenly awkwardly aware of ...everything he was doing.
Stupid, Newt. Really dumb. You're a strange man, what did you think she'd think. GOOD JOB, SELF.]
Every context? I mean, I can honestly say I've never heard a guy refer to his guy-friend as a 'boy-friend' in the same way girls call their female friends their 'girl-friends,' so yeah, you can definitely take that to mean he's my favorite cuddle-buddy and everything else. He's also my Best Friend, intellectual rival, and roommate--
And did I overstep here? I overstepped, didn't I.
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She still wasn't sure what to think now, stuck arm-in-arm with Newt while he babbled on. Her mind was abuzz with possibilities, most of them dire, when a sudden thread linked together. The tattoos, his accent, and the unabashed mentioning of sexual deviance.
This man was Betan.
And suddenly Kareen was laughing, not at Newt but out of relief. The breathlessness of her voice couldn't be mistaken for anything else.]
Overstepped, yes, perhaps, though do forgive me my own blunder. I thought... Oh, it's silly now. Please, excuse me.
[And with a short exhale she composed herself.]
The chance encounters in this world are so unexpected. I find myself rather overcome by them on occasion.
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[They stepped up onto the safety of the curb on the other side of the street and Newt smiled at her, her relief evident and very reassuring, but now HE was confused. He released her arm and frowned up at her, examining her face more closely. She was still very pretty and maybe slightly familiar, but he had no idea who she was.]
You might be confusing me for someone else. Am I supposed to know you? ...Do you know Hermann?
[Timelines here being a mess and everything, maybe he was supposed to know her. Or maybe they'd met on the network and he was unfamiliar with her in person. She was definitely an imPort (or a very committed imPort fan, but Newt doubted that) but a "chance encounter" as anything more than two strangers meeting at the streetlight and Newt being anything more than the weirdo he was?
This time he offered her a hand to shake.]
Anyway, the name's Newt. Newt Geiszler.
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[It makes sense to her. All the Barrayarans had found each other, so why wouldn't the Betans have also formed some ties while they're here.
Being offered his hand, Kareen doesn't shake it. Instead, she reaches out to hold it in both of hers and gives it a squeeze. What an unusual name he has.]
A pleasure to meet you, Geiszler. I am Kareen Vorbarra.
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Miles' mom? Yeah, I know--
[He grins as if catching onto something.] Oh!! Vorbarra! You're related to Greg! Right? Are you his--you're his mom, right? I mean, I can totally see it--
[She's prettier and less tragic-looking than Greg. Greg makes Newt think of Eeyore. Emperor Eeyore. She has a certain tragedy to her as well, but it's different.]
Call me "Newt," Kareen. How'd you know I'd know Cordelia if you don't know Hermann? Because, frankly, that's the number one reason to know any of you--
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That's correct. Gregor is my son. [She nods with a gentle smile. She's very proud.]
If you insist... [She wasn't the best at being informal but she would make an attempt.] I was clued in by several things; your body art, your openness about your personal preferences, and also your accent. It's all very Betan.