whatdidisay: (nooooooooo)

[personal profile] whatdidisay 2017-01-03 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
I want this with the usual suspects please and thank you
forwardmomentum: (sees the countdown)

[personal profile] forwardmomentum 2017-01-15 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Their first clue probably should have been the fact that the seats in the theater were only half-full, and most of their fellow patrons seemed to be well over the age of forty, fifty, even. But, whatever -- no judgment here, and perhaps the dark of the cinema is the only place the really stuffy old Vor types can allow themselves to have any fun. Not that Miles is really inclined to think that hard about it. Besides, when you see a holofilm titled The Blush of a Desert Rose at Dusk, how much time do you really spend thinking about why other people are here to see it?

But the lights dim and the music starts along with the opening sequence, fading from black, and Miles is instantly full of regret. Abort, abort, abort, they should've just gone back to Vorkosigan House for the air conditioning instead of the cineplex, this is not a racy softcore Betan flick.
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[personal profile] whatdidisay 2017-01-17 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been Miles' idea, and not Ivan's fault. Obviously. Ivan had trusted both his cousin and the title, and thought it was his aunt's influence at work on Barrayar. One thing he'd thank her for, but it's not turning out anything like he expected it would. So he turns to his cousin and, in a rather loud whisper, asks him the question that's been burning up in his mind since the movie started.

"Why aren't any of the women taking of their shirts yet?"
forwardmomentum: (on your request)

[personal profile] forwardmomentum 2017-03-07 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shut up," Miles hisses, jabbing Ivan sharply in the ribs with his elbow. He's just identified one of the patrons not too far from them as a visiting Cetagandan cultural attache, and if the flowy, utterly boring music and slow, lingering shots weren't already a dead giveaway, that alone should probably be a huge tipoff that this isn't a Betan film, it's Cetagandan.

God help them.

"We've made a huge mistake," he whispers, staring at the flowery (literally) scene unfolding on the screen in front of them.