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WHO: Yuuri Katsuki & You
WHERE: All around the ship
WHEN: After his arrival (Dec. 29)
WHAT: Exploring the ISC ELUVIO
WARNINGS: None. (Both prose or brackets work for me! Will match.)

A. Closed to Viktor

By the time Yuuri's done with the orientation, his protests have stopped and an odd sort of numbness has taken over. He takes the duffel bag they hand him and lets the crew members usher him into the main promenade, where he's promptly left to his own devices. His stomach churns.

It was an anomaly, they'd said. As Yuuri takes in the passerby (all strangers), the unfamiliar technology, everything, it really starts to sink in: he's stuck on some ship in space with no way to get home. He's never going to see his family again, or his friends. Or Viktor. With that last thought, Yuuri's hit with the realization that he's going to miss the Grand Prix Finals. That after all the work he's put into getting there, he's let Viktor and everyone else who supported him down--

Yuuri chokes, duffel bag dropping to the ground to sit there, forgotten. He sinks down to the floor beside it, back to the wall, hands pressed to his temples. Caught up in his panicked thoughts, all Yuuri can do is struggle to keep his breathing steady and wait for this to pass.

B. Residence Lounge

"Fine" still isn't the word to describe him later, after a few hours have passed. Even knowing that Viktor's here with him doesn't entirely take away the sting in his chest, not when he's still missing the Finals, and everyone else they know is still back home.

So Yuuri does what he does best: distract himself. Without a rink or ballet studio to turn to, Yuuri latches onto the shelves of books instead, brown eyes scanning the titles with curiosity. Though he pulls out a few to flip through idly, he ends up putting them back quickly, apparently having no luck finding what he's looking for.

Finally, he stands back with a sigh. There's no helping it. Yuuri turns, biting his lip as he walks up to whoever's closest. "E-excuse me," he says hesitantly. "Do you know where I can find books on space travel? Something like an introduction, if it's possible."

C. Atrium

There's something soothing about the atrium, Yuuri thinks as he wanders among the flowers. It's not what he would have expected to find on a spaceship of all places, but he's not going to complain. Having Makkachin trotting along beside him is a familiar and welcome sight, too.

Or it would be, if Makkachin actually stayed there. When the poodle suddenly perks up and dashes off, Yuuri breaks into a run after him. "Makkachin, wait up!" In his haste to catch up with his wayward companion, Yuuri almost runs right into someone when he makes a sharp turn down the path.

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I...I hope so. [Yuuri frowns, finally allowing him to voice the part of it all that's been eating away at him.] It bothers me that we were both taken without warning. Will anyone at home even know what happened to us?

[Then, he sighs, trying to return Eichi's smile.] I saw that there were training facilities on the ship somewhere. If I'm lucky maybe I'll find a dance room I can use. [This time the smile comes more easily.] Maybe I'll be able to hear you sing some time, if you don't mind an audience.

[He doesn't comment on any of the concern about people back home. He's been wondering the same, but he has no answers, so what can he offer? Shallow words won't really be enough. He just keeps his face smiling like he always does and leads ahead.]

I would be happy to sing for you. Fufu, I hope you don't mind if it takes me a few days to be able to do so. I need to be sure that my health is under control before I give it my all in something like that. It wouldn't be a real performance if I went halfway.

O-of course! [Yuuri immediately rushes to reassure him, waving his hands emphatically.] Take all the time you need to prepare!

[He pauses, brows drawing together in concern.] Your health--is it really bad?

I have a terribly weak body that could give out any day now. Don't worry, though. It's something I've been dealing with since birth. My entire family has it, so I don't intend to let it hold me back.

[Smiling casually while talking about his family's weird dying anime disease... Don't worry, Yuuri!!] So long as I don't push myself too hard, I should be fine~.

[Omg?? How does one not worry after hearing something like that?]

That's...really brave of you.

[To continue pursuing his dreams, even when his body's in terrible condition... Yuuri can't help but admire that determination.]

What did they say when you had your physical examination? Maybe they have something here that can help?

There's nothing brave about it. I'm simply living my life like anyone else, trying to have a normal one. If anything, I've been rather unfair and brutal.

[Hmmm. They step through and into the mall now, and Eichi gestures for Yuuri to stay close so that he can lead him around.] It's incurable and genetic, so not contagious, but they were able to provide me with medication just like what I use at home to help with symptoms.

You think you've been unfair and brutal? Why?

[He can't see it, honestly. And Yuuri continues to steal looks over at him as they walk together.]

I'm sorry they couldn't help more than that.

I coldly crushed the dreams of others and ruined friendships, all to achieve my own dream.

[That's as much as he's probably going to get into it, here in space, for right now at least. He points out a few cafes that he enjoys, changing the subject just to list them on this little tour.]

[Huh. Well, Yuuri can't say he was expecting that from someone who looked so friendly and kind.

He's quiet for a moment, just nodding along to show he's still listening when Eichi points out a few shops.]

I know that happens a lot in...anything that's competitive. My ballet teacher told me how awful people could be to each other in ballet school or companies.

[He tilts his head, looking at Eichi.] Do you regret doing any of it?

I'm afraid I took it even further than most. All I left behind was bloodshed and corpses, a battlefield cover in losses. But the academy did change precisely as I wanted it to. Before it could continue down that path of boredom, it was saved once more, by someone other than myself, and by that... well, it all worked out.

Through that, I can't say that I regret a single thing.

[His steps slow a little before they start up any stairs or elevators to the next floor. He just needs a break.]

[That's pretty strong imagery, and it has Yuuri's brows rising in response.]

It was saved? Was there something wrong with the academy before?

[The change in pace doesn't go unnoticed. Yuuri slows down to match him, quietly noting to ask about this other person Eichi mentioned, too.]

It was growing stagnant. If left as it was, there would have been no hope for the future of the students who go to it. There was no growth, no ambition. Everyone was settling.

[He leans against a column.]

It was that bad? [Yuuri makes himself comfortable beside Eichi.]

What exactly did that other student do to fix things?

She stirred things up in a way I can't put to words. She was our very first producer in a school of idols. With the help of those she produced, she knocked me from my throne and has left me to fight for it back. It's exactly what I wanted.

[Yuuri watches him, tilting his head at those words. Exactly what he'd wanted, huh...]

Do you think you'd try to take your throne back, if you were still back at the academy?

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