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  • 20:10:37: Still amused by the lizard thing. And "Hellion". :D :D :D
  • 20:11:44: Oh! Mummies! Egyptian gods! I'd missed that nuance first time through.
  • 20:12:54: Skud will probably like the shirtporn. EVEN THE SMALL CHILD NOTICES THE SHIRTPORN. MILES HAS GOOD SHIRTS.
  • 20:18:14: The concept of hallucinating chickens still fills me with hilarity and glee.
  • 20:19:57: Oh wait, Miles is no longer younger than I am. That's not half as scary as the thought that I might be older now still.
  • 20:20:54: Scavenging tourists. :D
  • 20:27:20: Beatrice, with chickens. *unhappily reminisces*
  • 20:29:30: Off-worlder, onna leash!
  • 20:33:31: "Paragraph grenades". I want one. I want a whole bandolier full.
  • 20:34:47: (now into chapter 2 again)
  • 20:35:19: Oh, I bet that Miles can be an infuriating superior when he's still crunching the evidence in his head and hasn't yet got conclusions.
  • 20:36:13: The hint about Komarr planetary government shares is interesting.
  • 20:46:12: The NHLL will lecture on the slightest provocation, I see.
  • 20:52:15: Cola. Too early in the morning for cola. Oh, Miles. :D
  • 20:53:36: Beta Colony. Leader in human services. Also paperwork.
  • 20:54:16: (3)
  • 20:58:54: I think I like Suze.
  • 21:00:07: That line: "It's a taste you acquire when you're older. Rather like an interest in girls." Oh Miles.
  • 21:06:02: All cats are grey in the dark, but not all Barrayarans are short. :D
  • 21:08:00: Barrayarans. Terrifying, if you're unprepared. Poor Jin.
  • 21:16:03: Werewolf. Does Miles make a habit of ... [and here I mourn Taura, surely several years dead now]
  • 21:19:27: (now into Chapter 4) Miles imagines the scariest stuff. Also, I wonder if the lights were the angels from earlier. Odd angels, those.
  • 21:23:28: The whole section around "What happens if the law changes" ... I like Tenbury. A lot. He's the sort of practical idealist I want to be.
  • 21:24:23: Jin's rats sound adooooooooorable.
  • 21:24:41: (Also, chickens. Miles really underestimates the comfort of a friendly hen.)
  • 21:26:51: It really is a visceral fear, getting caught by the authorities if you're avoiding family.
  • 21:26:56: (5)
  • 21:30:43: If I didn't suspect Roic of being not only monogamous but heterosexual, I'd ship Roic/Raven for the hell of it. :D :D :D
  • 21:32:06: I like Raven Durona. (Oh dear, I need to get a last name for my character Raven, lest we get confused.)
  • 21:34:11: I like the nice Roic's-eye sum-up of Mirror Dance. Safest perspective.
  • 21:35:25: Patient C. I ... *see*. *eyes widen* (Poor Roic.)
  • 21:38:03: Roic has *skills*, if he can get through to the right people.
  • 21:39:47: Miles + caffeine = OTP. Distraction from rant = hilarity.
  • 21:41:29: Miles frustrates his chains of command up and down. Good thing he's only got Gregor and Ekaterin on top now. Vorlynkin is *steamed*.
  • 21:42:18: (6) [god I don't want to go to bed now, but I really should]
  • 21:43:00: "High in protein and vitamins, tasting like chocolate-coated putty with kitty litter-some horrors were universal, it seemed." *snerk*
  • 21:44:23: I am sure that the presence of a Lord Auditor has a galvanizing effect on any communications tight-room. [weird term, that.]
  • 21:45:30: I <3 Rowan Durona.
  • 21:46:40: (don't rock the boat)
  • 21:47:43: Roic seems painfully straightforward and not much of an actor, taxed even by the thought of pretending to accept a bribe.
  • 21:49:02: Dude, do not taunt the birds of prey. They will end you.
  • 21:50:37: Uncle Hikaru has the same space-estimate of kitchens as my family.
  • 21:51:20: Unexpected allies. Yay Mina!
  • 21:52:02: "harbored the launderizer". hee. I will start calling the washer-and-dryer thing in my kitchen closet "the launderizer".
  • 21:54:37: I think I'd best zzzthunk.

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Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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