[ brainstorming doesn't seem so hard. victor figures thinking up missions can't be all that different from thinking up skate routines. the spontaneity, the theme, the passion -- they share those things. probably. he's possibly just romanticizing the idea of missions but still! they'll be out of this room in no time.
he'd managed to procure a notepad and pen from somewhere and brought them along, reasoning that ideas might flow better if they write in addition to recording. so far he's written "1." on the first line and doodled a poorly-drawn dog in the margin.
things are clearly going well.
he's lays on one of the beds, flopped on his stomach while he stares at his empty paper. it turns out his talent for choreographing skate routines does not in any way extend to planning missions. ]
I don't know...
[ he sighs, a touch dramatically. ]
Do you have any ideas?
[ this might be the sixth time he's asked
but who's counting? ]
e.
[ victor doesn't know why he agreed to visit the aurora. he doesn't know how he wound up separated from the person who'd dragged him along, either.
but he did both of those things and now, as he makes his way carefully down a dim hallway, he's full of nothing but regret.
the occasional shrieks in the distance send chills down his spine and he swears there are muffled voices coming from somewhere -- voices that don't quite match the person he'd come here with. the skeletons don't help the mood much, though he feels more sorry for them than scared.
eventually he finds what looks like it was the ship's lounge. scattered board game pieces litter the ground, along with books and movie cases. he picks up one of the books and flips it over to read the back. he's so engrossed he almost doesn't notice when someone else walks in, and when he does he yelps in surprise and reflexively throws the book at them. ]
Sorry! [ he says hastily, holding up his hands in a placating manner. ] You startled me!
victor nikiforov / yuri!!! on ice
[ brainstorming doesn't seem so hard. victor figures thinking up missions can't be all that different from thinking up skate routines. the spontaneity, the theme, the passion -- they share those things. probably. he's possibly just romanticizing the idea of missions but still! they'll be out of this room in no time.
he'd managed to procure a notepad and pen from somewhere and brought them along, reasoning that ideas might flow better if they write in addition to recording. so far he's written "1." on the first line and doodled a poorly-drawn dog in the margin.
things are clearly going well.
he's lays on one of the beds, flopped on his stomach while he stares at his empty paper. it turns out his talent for choreographing skate routines does not in any way extend to planning missions. ]
I don't know...
[ he sighs, a touch dramatically. ]
Do you have any ideas?
[ this might be the sixth time he's asked
but who's counting? ]
e.
[ victor doesn't know why he agreed to visit the aurora. he doesn't know how he wound up separated from the person who'd dragged him along, either.
but he did both of those things and now, as he makes his way carefully down a dim hallway, he's full of nothing but regret.
the occasional shrieks in the distance send chills down his spine and he swears there are muffled voices coming from somewhere -- voices that don't quite match the person he'd come here with. the skeletons don't help the mood much, though he feels more sorry for them than scared.
eventually he finds what looks like it was the ship's lounge. scattered board game pieces litter the ground, along with books and movie cases. he picks up one of the books and flips it over to read the back. he's so engrossed he almost doesn't notice when someone else walks in, and when he does he yelps in surprise and reflexively throws the book at them. ]
Sorry! [ he says hastily, holding up his hands in a placating manner. ] You startled me!
wildcard
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