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( Victor has both Makkachin and a physical notepad with him as he heads out to the atrium to meet up with Eichi, his cell from home also up and playing music through wireless headphones to his left hear. he lifts a hand to wave a greeting when he sees Eichi, smiling at the same time.

he really does trust two heads to get through this better than one. he wants to propose to someone who has thus far agreed to marry him in jest like, twice. third time is going to be the very, very obvious charm. )

Eichi! Glad you're feeling better today. So...

( he sweeps into sitting down, Makkachin trotting past to seek pets from Eichi, as is his due. )

I'm not sure what we have in the music libraries here.

Fufu, hello, you two.

[He leans automatically to give Makkachin the pets he's searching out, smiling as he does.] It's expansive and unique, from what little I've heard. Even sitting in bed all day listening to various types of music, I haven't dented things at all.

( Makkachin rewards him with a lick at his hand and a wag of his tail, wuffing in the back of his throat. For his part, Victor looks interested in this sheer volume of music; it's part of why he'd asked for help. )

What an impressive library... have you heard anything much inspired relating to proposals?

( he knows love songs, has a few, could rework the music he has and probably should, but again... he has a feeling an unpolished performance is something Yuuri won't hold against him. Not coming from the heart. )

Will you be proposing again? Fufu, how romantic.

[He only assumes there's been one so far... Poor Victor. Still, raising a finger to bring attention to himself, he continues.]

The type of proposal you have in mind is key. I don't need all of the details, but the feelings, the type of music, any costumes or color schemes you might have in mind... It all plays a part, you know? A number of songs come to mind already.

For what may as well be the third time...

( He says, sigh just melodramatic enough that the underlying frustration is difficult to pick up on. Victor had never been joking when he'd said he wanted to marry Yuuri before; he hadn't realised how deeply Yuuri had divorced himself from that possibility.

Still, now that he does know, and now that Yuuri knows how serious Victor is, he plans on changing that. In the most direct, blunt, on the ice, speaking a mutual language way he can come up with. )

The feelings? A glad and obvious goodbye to bachelorhood and happy embracing of the joy getting married to the man I'm in love with, however slow he was to realise it. I already know what I plan to skate in — and he's been so kind as to provide me with fitted skates.

( The suit he arrived in, theoretically. Or something like it, with proper alterations. By Valentine's, Victor's feet will have already gone through hell, breaking in new boots. Alas. )

[Eichi loves this. It's a combination of arts, a project, and one he can't wait to be part of, even from behind the scenes. This will win Yuuri's heart and confidence in their relationship, for sure! And he's going to help. So, he looks very serious and very clearly excited as he considers all of that.

He scrolls through the music library as he thinks aloud.]

Something powerfully emotional, but with the proper beat to arrange your skating to it. I imagine it's something like dance, isn't it? I'm familiar with that, too, you know? Often, the word choice of the person looking for the perfect song is very telling.

[After a minute or two, he finds the one that he'd thought of after a lot of consideration and a specific cluing in from Victor's word choice. He points the song out to Victor, urging him to click and take a listen.]

( Victor nods, speaking as he watches Eichi scroll through his music library. Or the music library. He's a little mystified by it all, when all is said and done. )

Very much so. Ice dancing is a different form of competitive skating, but most of us have a background in some kind of dance, doing what we do. Performances meant to say so much that they speak to the hearts and souls of those watching...

( He trails off, leaning forward to read the song title. It makes him smile, already a little amused at the dramatic nature of it; still, he's not planning to be subtle. Reaching out, he clicks play, eyes closing as he concentrates on the music. There has to be that part of it calling to him, where he's already seeing the rough choreography he'll be putting together... his eyes slit open, then open wide as the song moves past the intro slide, past even the start of its verses. The moment that he knows he can use this to say what is close to his heart.

He nods his head, shooting Eichi a big smile. )

Yes. Perfect! I can work with this! I already have ideas...

( His eyes close again and he keeps listening, making no move to turn off the song. He needs to hear it through to the end. )

Is that so? Fufu, I feel like I can understand your relationship with him a little better, thanks to this. ♪

[Personally, Eichi loves the dramatic. So of course he'd go for something like this, too. It really does work out. He watches as Victor listens, brightly amused at it all.]

Are you going to practice? I'd like to, if possible, see how you arrange it all. I may not know about figure skating, but as an artist and an idol, I can offer input if you need to know about "feeling."

( Peas in a metaphorical pod; Victor nods, expression still one of concentration even as the song ends and he pulls his head back, tapping fingers on the table. he pulls up his comm to jot down a few notes; a step sequence, another, here a jump, what focus with his body, his hands, his arms...

he blinks and looks up to Eichi, flashing him a grin. )

I'll have to, yes. As long as you stay bundled, you're invited to come as artistic commentary. Doesn't mean I'll listen, but I'll hear it.

( honesty may be worth something. Victor's is largely as blunt as he is, offhand, most the time. )

It'll be at odd hours when Yuuri's elsewhere for any large segment of the new program.

You have such strong opinions that I'd never dream of changing your mind, Victor. ♪ Fufufu, still, it would be fun to watch and throw my own opinions at you, even still. It will be a learning experience for the both of us.

[So, in other words, he definitely wants to watch.] It's difficult to keep track of time here, you know? So it doesn't matter to me when you practice, so long as I get to see it with my own eyes.

( He laughs at that, sitting back, self aware of how this had been the way his own coach worked with him in the end. Trying to curb some of his impulses, but ultimately speaking to a person who might hear, and choose not to listen. Like never having a back up if he flubs a jump.

Largely because it had always been an if, not a when. )

I'll send you an invite when I'm about to hit the ice, but you know, you are welcome to watch when Yuuri practices. Or we can set up the video if that's easier at the time.

Oh, Yuuri won't be too shy? I'd love to watch him on the ice, as well. If possible, it's always more exciting to watch something like this in person, but if my health is so bad that I can't go out, I'll settle for video.

[Though, from the shine in his eyes, it's clear he's already imagining the feel of the rink.]

You may be surprised at the confidence that he allows himself to feel while on the ice.

( Said with a finger brought up and pressed to his lips; there are a number of astounding changes in demeanor that Yuuri undergoes when on the ice, and Victor adores each and every one. From sassy, to hard as hell on himself; though it is harder, standing to the side and watching the pain and knowing there is only so much he can do as a coach, as support, as a love to mitigate what Yuuri does in his own head. Believe in me more than I believe in myself!

That he does. That he will always do. )

One way or the other, we'll make sure you experience the thrill of watching him skate from the sidelines of the ice.

You two are so close, for knowing each other such a short amount of time.

[Eichi says it seemingly out of nowhere, but he's just admiring it with a smile. Victor's face is always pleasant when he speaks about Yuuri, and Eichi is glad to be able to witness it, as well as see them perform like this. He's eager for it.]

I'm envious. I'll be there to support you both from the sidelines, for whatever shows or practicing you might do.

It surprises me at times.

( he admits this easily enough; paired with an easy sort of tilt to his head, considering, one finger tapping against his lips. )

It's nothing I would have expected. It's what we found.

( after months, and through a shared love of what they did on the ice, and it is so, so wrapped up in the sport that's defined both their lives. perhaps for different reasons; but no less striking ones. he seems to focus in on Eichi again after a moment. his smile is pleasant; an understated sort of pleasure he extends to a friend. )

Thank you. May you enjoy the surprise.

( Victor knows he sure will. )

( Having met Leonard in the hangar, Victor isn't particular in the mood for more than initial pleasantries; he keeps that pleasant demeanor, but he's business enough that it's to the lifts, then to the residential floor, navigating along to Cassian's room without pause past the necessary for encountered foot traffic. )

Thank you again for coming.

( He says again, once they're outside Cassian's door. Primarily because Victor is fairly sure no one is going to thank him for tattling to medically trained individuals. Then again, he's not so concerned with people liking him over sensibilities. There are bigger things at stake.

He knocks. )

Edited (god im not awake) 2017-02-13 00:37 (UTC)

[ There's a voice outside his door, and then a knock, and it's not Kay by the tone of voice or the knocking sequence so Cassian is awake with a start, sitting up and prying himself from Jyn's seemingly multi-limbed embrace to step into his boots and crossing the room until he's opening the door.

To three men, only one of whom he knows, so he steps into the hallway and lets the door shut behind him, leans on it a bit. ]

Hello.

[ To the tone of What the fuck is this, Victor?. ]

[On his way to the shuttles, he grabs Jim and asks him to fly. Then on arrival, manages to even convince him to come along and help if needed. If nothing else, Jim was good with people. Maybe he can get the stubborn other captain to be somewhat sensible.

Or it could go the other way. If it does, he will make sure Jim feels his irritation.]

Sure. S'what I do.

[He waves off the thanks as he curls one hand around the strap of his med kit and waits outside the door. A brow raises at the man as he emerges and settles into an at rest stance shoulder to shoulder with Jim.]

Take it you didn't tell him I was coming. Probably a smart move. [His eyes flick back to the other man and he nods.] Dr. Leonard McCoy. Hear you been using your head as a punching bag and not mindin' the injuries after. Call it a house call.

[ To be fair, it wouldn't take much convincing to get Jim to tag along. He has so much free time here when compared to before, that a good portion of his day he doesn't even know what to do with himself. It may even be driving him a little crazy. So while medicine isn't exactly a passion of his, he's more than glad for the chance to help out and busy himself with something (hopefully) worthwhile.

This may mean he's currently Bones's impromptu nurse, although considering his limited knowledge, Bones probably wouldn't use the title in any official capacity. But anyway.

He looks up to the man stepping out of the room, an eyebrow raising slightly at Bones's choice of words. Ah yes, ever the people person. That sure is how he'll get the guy to cooperate. ]

Victor was worried, and B— Dr. McCoy here is the very best at what he does. [ Offering a brief and tentative smile. ] Won't hurt to let him take a look, at least.

[ Okay it might hurt a little bit. Hyposprays are not a pleasant experience. Cassian doesn't need to know that. ]

( Victor speaks after both "strangers" have, giving Cassian a bit of a curious look, unphased by the implied what the hell is this. He's glancing between Cassian and his door, arching an eyebrow and canting his head to the side. )

Company?

( He asks offhand; honestly, he hopes the answer is yes, though he doesn't press for it, moving on to explain. )

Leonard and Jim are both relatively recent arrivals through the anomalies. What was it, early January?

( so conversational, but that's the point in this interlude. )

Yuuri's spoken so highly of Leonard, he came to mind when I was feeling concerned about you. ( with a casual tip of his head back to Jim: ) Leonard's skills speak for themselves. Jim here's a captain.

( only Victor would be networking people on a housecall concussion check in, looking affable, eyes serious. )

[ Cassian watches each man speak in turn, finally arching an eyebrow at Victor. ]

Jyn moved back in. [ The way he says it makes it sound less like company and more like 'gravity is a law of physics' but. It doesn't exactly disprove what Victor is saying either. ]

Re-L told me about you, [ This is to the good Doctor. ] And I'd rather not do this in the hallway, if no one minds.

[ So, back inside then. ]

Victor brought a doctor. [ Is announced to the room as a whole, and Jyn who is in it (and probably up by now). ]

[ surprise jyn is here to ruin your manly bonding with her girlish ways! she's yanking a shirt on over her pants when cassian comes back inside and raises her eyebrows. ]

Did he? Victor's a braver man than I am. [ not in part because she is... not a man, but it's a good expression nonetheless. it's also not hard for her to spot the doctor and the stranger because, like victor, they both tower over her and it's that more than there suddenly being too many people in their tiny room that makes her nose scrunch up and her arms cross over her chest.

talls.

maybe she'll just... leave, in a second. ]

[Leonard scowls. You'd think doctors came with the plague the way these people kept reactin to 'em. The hell happened with doctors to make them all so goddamn flighty?

Either way, he follows them all in and waits only a moment for them to quit with the introductions. He's honestly about to just start doing the check up without permission when he notices the lady in the room. It makes him stop and nod his head with all the manners his southern upbringing has given him.]

Beg your pardon, ma'am. Sorry to intrude. Promise I'll make this quick and as painless as possible. Don't mean to be rude and crowd you out of your space.

[He offers her a small smile before looking back at Cassian with a more expressionless face.] Mind if we get this done so we don't make your lady friend too uncomfortable?

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[ They're not that tall. Maybe it's Jyn who's just that tiny. Not that Jim would ever say that out loud because he doesn't feel like risking getting punched wherever she'd reach. (It would likely not be his face.) ]

Sorry. [ He lets Bones's apology count for the both of them, only offering that word with an apologetic smile aimed her way. ] This is Dr. McCoy. I'm Jim Kirk— [ A pause as he glances at Bones. ] Provisional nurse.

[ And before Cassian even answers Bones's question, he's already setting down the medkit he's carrying, opening it and getting the tools he knows Bones will need to check for any injuries. Better to just get this over with, buddy. ]

Ah. Good.

( Victor follows inside, though he tucks himself out of the way and waves to Jyn, smiling. )

Nice to see you again, Jyn.

( still not the time to ask about self defense, but he's... quite glad she's moved back in with Cassian. he feels like it's better for them both. he does laugh at the quip about his apparent bravery: ah, what wit everyone has around here. )

Just remembered a few wise words about what experience might not teach us.

( he has apparently decided to leave Cassian to the mercies of two other space men, while, you know, deciding to converse with Jyn. as one does. )

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eichi & the atrium

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leonard & jim & cassian & the concussion | 2/5

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I am sorry for his lack of bedside manner...

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