'cause this is what a love song sounds like

[genice]

WHO: Victor Nikiforov & Eichi, Carolina, Yuuri, & OPEN heading in this log
WHERE: Eluvio; from the ice rink to the residential levels and beyond.
WHEN: February 14th, 0800 onward.
WHAT: Victor and friends deal with the fallout from the critical systems failure onboard the Eluvio.
WARNINGS: Warning for anxiety and panic attacks.

( ooc: individual starters are below; I should have an open one up later tonight or in the next day or so! )

Comments

[genice]

( Otabek isn't entirely easy for Victor to make out in this light; even with the emergency lighting having come online, it's in sharp reds and inadequately spaced lights. He still has his comm out as a pointed sort of flashlight.

No, it's not how the younger man looks. It's how he sounds, half remembered from a night now months in the past, and a year before then, when they'd shared the podium and the interviews following Worlds. )

Otabek Altin?

( Victor comes to a full stop, catching himself on the wall so he doesn't go floating on by. )

You're here?

( Shock hits sudden and like a hammer, temporarily stealing his breath away. It's not that he's close to Otabek; he's not. Part of it is Victor's age, and Otabek's relatively recent move onto the internationally competitive scene in the Senior's division. Part of it is Victor's casually friendly with most, and not particularly invested in many. Otabek he does find interesting, but more than that: )

God, when did they — did you just get out of the med bay and the orientation?

( Pointed or not, close or not, seeing someone from home he knows is too much and just enough for him to bridge the distance and clasp ihm in a very much not asked for and unannounced hug. )

Damn, talk about timing.

( this is usually not what someone says while hugging someone else. it is, however, what Victor says today. sorry for the space invasion, Otabek? )

[qarajilqi]

[That...that was a hug. There were definitely arms wrapping around him rather securely.

He did not often let people into his personal space, but Viktor had a way of catching people off guard.]

I--yes. I haven't been around long.

[He could, at the very least, answer one of the rapid fire questions.

It's the comment about timing, mixed with knowledge the other skater had of this place--and how things worked--that makes him wonder how long the other man had been there. He remembers seeing him not too long ago at the GPX, so it couldn't have been much longer than himself. Could it?

He did not like not having answers. It made him uncertain and on edge--and that wasn't a good feeling when he was still coming off the wave of panic his initial arrival here had brought on.]

What about you? How long have you--When did you get here?

[genice]

( Welcome to space, Otabek. This is apparently a welcome to the world of Victor Nikiforov hugging you unprompted, though at least once he pulls back to clasp Otabek's upper arms with his hands, Victor's giving the other skater back most of his immediate bubble.

Most. Not all. He's not quite that caringly self aware, and this situation is not a pleasant or easy one. He's at least calm, past that initial burst of energy and confusing sort of affection. Finding any part of the home he's been taken from (along with Yuuri and Makkachin) hits him in the gut. )

By my count? Over two months. I started keeping track; by the calendar I'm using, it's February 14th today. I showed up here on December... 11th? By ship calendar. Yuuri arrived right before January 1st.

[qarajilqi]

[This personal space thing was going to take some work--and time to get used to. With any luck, the hugs wouldn't come too frequently.

Two months...was a long time, especially since he had heard nothing of his disappearance--not to mention he had just seen the both of them at the Grand Prix. That concept earned a concerned hum.]

Nothing had been said about you or Katsuki missing back home before I came here. I saw both of you not too long ago.

[genice]

( This announcement takes Victor by visible surprise. Though it niggles in the back of his head; he frowns, thoughtful in the aftermath of this striking consideration. )

Yes... but when, and where? I'd seen you too, but it was last as we all were heading in to the rink in Barcelona for the Men's Singles Short Program.

[qarajilqi]

At the gala...I don't understand how you could be two places at once, but you were. You and Katsuki both.

[Were copies made? Was there another Otabek back home standing in for him as well? None of this made any sense.]

[genice]

( he blinks, lifting a hand up to rest his index finger on his chin. )

But we weren't. Or... I don't remember any of that.

( which is troubling on a whole different level. )

It's not the only time people have found differences in what or when they remember... but it. Hm. Yuuri arrived in costume for Eros.

( he glances up, pressing his lips into a thinning line. )

This is going to lead to a whole new set of headaches if I think on it without getting coffee or tea into me. Have you found your bunk yet?

[qarajilqi]

[Tea, coffee, a hard drink--honestly he could be up for any of those things. This was far too much to deal with in a matter of days (hours?)]

Ah. I found it but then all of this started--I haven't really been inside much...

[He wasn't even sure if he'd be able to locate it right now, given how dark the halls could be.]

I think it was back down this hall way.

[genice]

( He'll take him out drinking once that's actually more sensible than at present; as it is now, he nods in the low emergency lighting, straightening up best as he can under the circumstances. )

Yuuri and I have rooms back this way, down the hall. We've got a French press.

( ??? yes, he's. offering to make coffee. in the midst of all this. this is why they have straws and travel mugs. )