( OPEN ) what you don't know won't hurt you

[whatdidisay]

Who: Ivan Vorpatril & VARIOUS (including YOU)
When: the month of march (and stuff backdated into feb.)
Where: all around the ship
What: catch all log post and OPEN LOG
Warnings: none!


I. BAR

If his cousin is bartending, and even when he’s not, Ivan can be found at the bar most evenings. Some days just for a quick drink in passing, other nights he’s there until late in various states of inebriation, never crossing the lie into intolerably so. Affable and open, it’s no hardship to start a conversation with him; get near him and he might just start up one himself.

II. ON THE JOB

Ivan’s job is the least demanding on the entire ship, and he likes it like that. There’s days he fills with playing the non-terrifying games on his MID, at least between running around and making sure Navigation and Communications aren’t at odds with each other. Which they don’t ever seem to be, which makes his job that much easier.

Most days he can be found at his desk, slowly working on whatever demands have been made of him to stretch out his workday. The mealtimes that he doesn’t run off to the mess hall for, he takes in Navigation — munching on whatever food they managed to cough up while watching the stars pass them. Either way, it’s quite easy to pull his attention from his job should someone require it.

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Comments

[whatdidisay]

"Er." He leans back, reflexively. This conversation is not going any way that he thinks he'd like it to. "It was very... creative? In terms of problem solving. Almost Barrayaran."

That part's true.

[diamondslap]

"Oh really?" she hums. "Now, what would Barrayaran be?"

Keep being terrified, little man. You're fuelling her.

[whatdidisay]

He is 6'2", damn it. "Oh, you know. A propensity for murder and violence. We're trying to get away from that, just ask Gregor. The Cetagandans are the same, but there's a lot more backstabbing and suicide that isn't actually suicide."

Can he leave this conversation. Please?

[diamondslap]

"Sounds like an average dinner party, really."

No, sorry.

"Anything interesting?"

[whatdidisay]

"What sort of dinner parties do you get invited to?" Ivan asks, before he can stop himself. "Never mind, I don't want to know."

Damn it.

"What do you mean by interesting?"

[diamondslap]

"Really? Political espionage and fake suicide-murders? Sounds like something out of a book. You people aren't very creative."

She cocks her head.

"Nothing like, I don't know, cloning explosive diamond dinosaurs and mailing live grenades? Much more exciting."

[whatdidisay]

"No, we're just very--" And then what she says registers and his face goes even paler. "What? What sort of world do you come from?"

Not one he wants to visit, that's for sure.

[diamondslap]

Finally, Aurelia cackles at his paling, clapping her hands.

"One I think you'd enjoy, darling! Oh, goodness, you'd fit right in on Eden-3. Always complaining about the violence they are."

She sighs mildly wistfully. She does miss home sometimes.

"I can teach you one of the more exotic tricks of the hyper-wealthy for subterfuge. I have no doubt you won't have the funds to pull it off, but a little imparting of knowledge never did anyone any harm, eh?"