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[Not necessarily every day Luceti gets an emperor incognito running around. Or really, just walking around with the slightest slump as if to carefully disguise his military upbringing. He's pretty good at it, too. He appears to be soaking things in, his black-and-silver wings folded as tightly as possible against his back, betraying a heck of a lot of tension in this new and nervous environment. Green foliage betrays Earth; ergo, Luceti must be somewhere on Earth. Held by someone who has a use for a twenty-five-year-old foreign mascot head of state. Could be anyone. Simon Illyan must be having conniptions. He can't even imagine his Prime Minister.

He doesn't expect to be recognized by galactics. Barrayar is so backwoods by galactic standards that he'd be a lot more surprised if he was recognized. Still, his name itself is plenty widespread--not everyone has a planet named after their family--so it'd be best to use the Bleakman alias he'd cooked up while trying to go to sleep.

Still. Wings. If this makes him count as a mutant, his anxieties over being Emperor are officially moot. There's a disturbing amount of comfort in that.

Round and round he goes, getting dizzier and dizzier from hunger until he finally heads into Seventh Heaven and offers to work to pay for food.

Imagine his surprise.

Other than that, he'll be around town, starting no conversations, examining things a little too long, and mostly looking preternaturally blank. Or, to some eyes, just plain glum.

At some point, he'll finally say something over the journals, which are easy enough to figure out.]

Excuse me. [The slightest lift to one eyebrow as he realizes how weird and liberating it feels to address a question to an entire network of people without a full security team, monitors, holoprompter, etc.] Is anyone looking for hired help?

Player Name: Tori
Are you new?: No!
Character Name: Gregor Vorbarra
Character Fandom: The Vorkosigan Saga by Lois McMaster Bujold

Comments

[writing]

[snowwhiteproject]

I don't know about hired, but... if you're willing to help me out, I'm trying to start a garden on the roof of one of the buildings! Do you know anything about plants?

[writing]

[vor]

[Gregor doesn't look too closely at the picture on the journal. Mostly, he peers up at the rooftops of the community buildings, trying to determine how viable such a venture would be. All his gardens were done professionally.]

Not really.

[writing]

[snowwhiteproject]

That's okay! Neither do I, actually. But I bet you could still help, and if we manage to grow anything, you can even have some!

[The roofs of the apartment buildings are fairly flat, and he might see some trellises at the edge of one of them, as if someone is, indeed, trying to start a vegetable garden.]

[writing]

[vor]

Flowers or vegetables?

[writing]

[snowwhiteproject]

Vegetables. I've promised some to the birds, too, as long as they leave the plants alone while they grow! I mean, if they grow, that is.

But if I could find some Lunar Tears, I might try growing those, too. They're the prettiest flower I ever saw!

[writing]

[vor]

[Talking animals here. Right. Another genetic alteration, except he didn't know such a thing was physically possible. He wonders what kind of vocabulary they have.]

I guess I could try.

[writing]

[snowwhiteproject]

Great! Thank you so much! I'm on the roof of C4, it's straight south of the fountain.

[He's draw a crude little map, circling the building with a slightly uneven circle.]