starlogs | 'cause this is what a love song sounds like

( Victor steps on the ice, leaning out and looking back up toward the light tracts with a speculative squint. Root's managed to get everything working, and he trusts in her work; but he's still here so early doing a system's run because he wants this to come together well.

Then again, having swept Eichi up along with him was a matter of the younger man knowing more about Victor's choreography for the unannounced programme he'd be showcasing for the first time this afternoon. Speaking of... he looks over to the lanky teenager, tossing his head to shift his bangs off his face. )

I'm thinking it'll be better to have the main lights dimmed over the spectators when Yuuri's on ice —

( Everything seems to slow down, a thrumming in the background cutting out with such suddenness he almost feels the difference in silence hit. But it's too fast; just as the lights cut out and only the light of his comm unit is left to light up his face when the gravity cuts out, leaving him feeling impossibly light, starting to float in that peculiarity. )

What the — Eichi, grab on to where you are!

Edited 2017-02-15 01:48 (UTC)

[What a jump in emotions.

One moment, he's watching Victor on the ice, taking in the feel of this type of "stage." Everything is different about it, but the familiar feeling of a crowd watching the star of the show still runs through Eichi's chest. He can imagine it, the interested faces, the clapping, the amazed sounds, and it thrills him. He wants to know more about this world, if only so he can draw from it himself, and use it to keep moving forward—

And then, everything dies. The lights, the gravity, and even the air seems to go still as he feels his weight being lifted. He can't tell if he's falling or flying, but shock crosses his face before he can manage to react.

It's Victor's words that cause him to snap out of it, and his hand stretches out to grab where he'd been standing, gripping at the wall or bar or whatever he can.]

Could this be a power outage? [At first, it's easy to stay strong. He's still feeling okay, things still have the chance to get better.]

( Victor's adjusting, letting himself achieve a sort of floating stability before he turns his comm toward Eichi, seeing how he's doing. he doesn't like this, but he doesn't let that get to him. he's scrambling to figure out what this might mean. )

Hah, maybe they took the rink off the powergrid. I've been wondering if they could do that.

( he says, conversational. it's entirely possible to have single environment controls; he taps carefully at his comm, keeping himself steady in space. the network connection shows as offline. it's the first worry he finds himself facing, more than the sudden lack of up and down, or the presence of light, of audible air. )

We should get out front, see if this is affecting more than just the rink. Have you moved in no gravity before?

Hmm, does it seem like I'm the type of person who would have? [He's just teasing to try and comfort himself. To deal with zero gravity... there's no way this weak, stupid body of his could get away with that casually. And now, he's staring at what he's holding to, knuckles white from how tight he's gripping.]

This must be what flying feels like, a bit, you know? It's exhilarating. I'm actually grateful for the chance.

Flying has more wind, I'd think, but it's kind of like swimming while being able to breathe. Less resistance, ( he notes, taking care to pull himself along the boards and plant a foot on one to "leap" toward Eichi, catching himself on the seats and coming to a full stop ) ... but all controllable. It's a controlled sort of dance, you could say.

( he hooks one foot under the seats, reaching out to take hold of Eichi's arm and gently tug him down. )

Or a certain kind of chaotic floating, yes.

I've never really been able to enjoy swimming before. Fufu, is it really like that?

[But he's tugged down, and his grip shifts automatically to Victor's arm. A little too tightly, in fact.] But if we're going to be checking the rest of the ship, I'd appreciate your help moving quickly. I can feel how still the air is.

Really?

( he gives Eichi a Look. )

Have you wanted to try?

( that should be low impact, what kind of nonsense is he not even allowed to partake in heart strength building exercises? he is baffled! (and still not a medical professional, Victor, please.) )

Still air. All the better for thinking with.

( he doesn't make to adjust Eichi's grip on his arm. he casts him a glance, and a small smile; his eyes remain serious, hard as it is to tell in the light of his comm. )

Perhaps a little too good for it. As the one training in working with zero gravity environments, why not take the opportunity to practice moving two bodies around? I appreciate the challenge.

( he doesn't try gathering up the things that have started to drift; he turns them both gently and makes a small, controlled push off to send them moving toward the doors. )

Keep your limbs in close.

Of course.

[Of course he's wanted to try. He wants to try everything, to be normal and gather inspiration from all sources. But now isn't even the time to daydream about that. Victor is looking at him, and Eichi can practically feel the worry. Or perhaps he's just worried about receiving worry.

He's a burden and he doesn't want to me. Victor is being kept back from getting to Yuuri because he's here—]

As much as I— [Ah, but before he can get his words out, they're already moving. Victor tells him to keep his limbs close, and his eyes go wide as he clutches his free hand to his own chest. He wants to flail his legs, but he listens and keeps them frozen still.]

I-isn't moving with two bodies actually more difficult? If possible, I don't want to get in the way, so...

Oh?

( He catches himself on the corner of the front counter, tugging Eichi up, bringing him in close. Victor shifts to the side, catching one heel under another portion of the countertop. He pulls Eichi close, free hand coming up to gently bop him on the nose.

Victor tips his chin up, watching him through half closed eyes. )

No gravity means no resistance. Stay close and hold on. Oh, maybe even piggyback? Whatever's most comfortable with you.

( And he smiles, eyes opening wider as he moves his head to look in the direction they'll be moving. )

We'll move forward together. You keep a light on this for me, actually — with your wrist comm, pointing forward where we're going. You'll do that, won't you?

Edited (okay this is real-er) 2017-02-19 05:10 (UTC)

[In a moment like this, where panic is quick approaching, a flash of silver hair and being pulled close actually helps. He remembers the time he nearly fell from the tightrope during a live and how Wataru had caught him, and he remembers the time long before that, passing out after completely destroying Wataru and still being caught in his arms.

Again, he's an inconvenience, but looking in his eyes for this moment, it doesn't quite feel like it. It's similar in that way, and so he slides his gaze away.]

I'm a little old for piggyback rides, I think, so why don't we stay like this? [Piggyback rides would destroy his pride, he can't have that. So, carefully, he shifts to point his wrist light forward, shakily. His other hand holds on tight to Victor.]

Like this?

( It's a variable help for Yuuri, too, which is why Victor tries this in the first place. When he no longer seems to be stuttering, or hesitating, Victor nods. He moves Eichi's hand to his shoulder, encouraging him to hold on there. It gives him better navigational capacity, though he doesn't say that.

He probably should. He still doesn't. )

Like this. We'll stop and re-evaluate once we're out through the front doors.

( He waits a beat for any sense of confirmation before he takes off again, adjusting for what difference he feels as they move forward toward the door like careful kangaroos. )

[Oh, on the shoulder? His hand settles there, marveling at just how close they are before he gives it a squeeze in understanding.]

Right. [Go ahead. Once they do move forward, the motion is still enough to make his stomach flip all over the place. They land every time just fine, so he's gradually relaxing more and giving in to the excitement of it, but it's still a fine line as the cold of the room starts to set in.

It sets in for someone like himself too quickly. At least Victor is very warm.]

I wonder how Yuuri must be faring... [He tries to keep his wrist steady, but he still trembles with it. It's fairly consistent, despite that.] That must be where you're headed immediately, isn't it?

( "Marveling at just how close they are..." they're not getting any further apart as Victor moves them forward, correcting course through to the front doors. They're not full open, but halfway is more than enough. He actually uses the half open door as a springboard of sorts, if such gentle motions were springboarding. )

Yuuri and Makkachin are both back in my room.

( not "ours," because he's not going to force Yuuri to make that choice until he's ready. regardless, he's an honest man. most the time. )

Now is not the time for him to be left on his own. Imagine waking up to this?

( he clucks his tongue, pausing to listen to the world out there in the darkness in front of them. )

That's true. Thinking of how if I were alone right now, I'd be trembling with my arms around my legs, I'm also worried about him. No one would want to wake up in a situation like this.

But if he has Makkachin, then he's not completely alone, at least.

[Just like how he's not completely alone right now, but he's still completely starting to freak out. Victor is close, and his grip tightens, but even his tightest grip isn't very much. His heart beats faster than it should, he thinks of all of his friends who he's left back home, the life and his dreams...

He doesn't want to die like this. He lets out his own quiet and shaky breath, peering out into the hallway as he points with his light.]

It seems like it really is the entire ship, doesn't it? [He's not being calmed by this fact.]

( Victor turns his head, one eye evaluating Eichi. he reaches a hand out, letting it rest over Eichi's on his shoulder. it's a simpler kind of warmth; it's a simple enough action from which to follow through. )

No. None of us are completely alone.

( it's as close as he gets in general reassurance; he's not so good at it most the time, not with words. physical actions are simply easier for him.

which is why he looks forward now. )

It does. Which means the crew is working on this even now. I'm glad; if nothing else, they're effective at their work.

( and it is in that pause, before moving further, that he holds them now; now, before they join the greater darkness and the threats they cannot see beyond the trembling light held in Eichi's hand. )

[The hand is a comforting gesture, as are the words, but Eichi finds himself frozen by them. That and the way they pause before moving any further, and Eichi is supposed to rely on this crew that has been nothing but mysterious. He laughs, suddenly, but it's not his usual, coming out in a surprise and cutting short at the end.

He has to bring the hand holding their shaky light back to his face, clapping over his mouth as his head dips a bit.

It seems like even though he's not alone, he's weak. Even trying to keep his cool, he's starting to panic, it's getting harder to breath, he's just an extra weight on Victor and there's no one here who really knows him. He doesn't want to die.]

'cause this is what a love song sounds like

0759 | eichi & the rink

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I can't believe Victor is like this, also I saved that tag forever

the time Victor tried to use pseudo-seduction-challenges to Motivate Eichi

v i c t o r

did it work tho

like, a little bit,

then we good

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