'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

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

[finethanks]

[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?

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

[genice]

( 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. )

v i c t o r

[finethanks]

[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?

did it work tho

[genice]

( "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. )

like, a little bit,

[finethanks]

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.]

then we good

[genice]

( 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. )

[finethanks]

[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.]