hell of a party

[middlingalong]

Ivan must be drunker than he thought he was. He could have sworn he knew his way around Vivienne's parents' house, since she wanted to introduce him last week and showed him the place, but maybe they have a... secret... upstairs... bar? where Vivienne's room is supposed to be? And most certainly was last time he checked? He's never going to find the sweater she sent him up looking for here, anyway. Why is there a secret upstairs bar in Vivienne's parents' house?

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[washed_in_blood]

Bothari nods. Of course, he would have done that almost no matter what was wrong with him, as long as it wasn't something that interfered with his ability to guard Little Miles.

[warpfairy]

Isabella receives her message, anyway.

She goes with: "I learned how starting when I was about your age. Textbooks and everything."

[pythbox]

"Real people can't just learn how to read minds," insists Little Miles.

[warpfairy]

"In my world, people can."

"Why did you learn it, though?" Nika asks. "Since it would be bad to do it much."

"Well, I use it sometimes. My husband doesn't mind if I do it with him. And I didn't get to pick my classes when I was that age, either."

[pythbox]

"Can everybody learn it in your world?" little Miles asks next.

[warpfairy]

"No. You need to be from the right planet."

"What planet are you from?" Nika asks.

"I was born on a planet called Vulcan. There might not be anyone living on it in your world, though. I've never heard of most of your planets."

[pythbox]

"There's no planet called Vulcan in our world," declares Little Miles authoritatively. "Why is it only people from Vulcan that can read minds?"

[warpfairy]

"It's not just people from Vulcan who can. People from Betazed and a few other places can, too. I don't know whether the planets exist in your world and just don't have anyone on them, or if the galaxy has actually got different planets in it. We could find out."

Goddammit Less Little Miles hurry up.

[thisvorlunatic]

And meanwhile, upstairs:

Less Little Miles arrives at Linya's door. He knocks.

[isthisart]

She opens the door and scoops him right up.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Mark hugged me," he says. "It was about eighty-twenty comforting to surreal."

[isthisart]

"That's... a promising ratio. And significant progress for him." Snuggle.

[thisvorlunatic]

"I think it also speaks to how thrown I am by this whole situation. Anyway. I have what Lalita claims is three full doses. He suggested I take extra just in case."

He flomps his head onto her shoulder.

"I don't know what to do," he says. "I mean, I know what to do, obviously. Go downstairs with you and your med scanner, test the miracle cure, give it to Little Miles if it works. Hooray. I'm just having serious trouble carrying out this plan."

[isthisart]

"What fraction of this is Bothari versus your little one?"

[middlingalong]

Miles receives a pen-note.

[thisvorlunatic]

"I couldn't begin to estimate. 'Lots' and 'not as lots but still very lots'."

He checks his pen.

[middlingalong]

Isabella fessed up she can read minds. She's dodging the 'alien' thing, but I'm not a hundred percent on Bothari, are you?

[thisvorlunatic]

"Fuck," says Miles. He shows Linya the message and replies, He'll hold it together while he's got little me to take care of, but I'd better get down there. See you soon.

[isthisart]

"Do you want me along or should I stay up here? I can't imagine I'd improve Bothari's mood but if you need me..."

[thisvorlunatic]

"I need your scanner; having you along to operate it is optional but... would be appreciated," he admits with a heavy sigh.

[isthisart]

"Should we try to... act less married?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"That may be a lost cause," he says, smiling wryly.

[isthisart]

"Well. I will not blurt it out first thing, anyway. Nor carry you down the stairs." She collects her scanner and puts Miles down that he may proceed without her help.

[thisvorlunatic]

Down they go.

And downstairs, Little Miles persists. "Well, why just people from Vulcan and Betazed then?"

[warpfairy]

"It's not strictly about what planet you're born on. I've been oversimplifying. Oh, hello," says Isabella, with perfect calm, as her alt and alt's husband come down the stairs.