( 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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[tearmeanewone]

"I'm collecting titles, you know," Elizabeth says, running a finger along Ivan's jaw. "Head librarian, first mate, head splasher..." She grins, brushing her nose against Ivan's. "It's only a matter of time before I'm in charge of the organization of your sock drawer."

[whatdidisay]

"You don't want that," Ivan jokes, leaning eagerly into her touch with a soft laugh and a wider smile. "Vopratril Sock Drawer Organizer is a terrible title. And as you're First Mate, surely you can handle something more complicated. Like my closet."

[tearmeanewone]

"Oh, I have longed to organize your closet," she gushes dramatically before giggling. "Hang all your uniforms in order of first issued to last, sew little tags into them, color coded, little chart hanging on the inside of the door, matching hangers..."

It's all too ridiculous, and she's loving it.

[whatdidisay]

"Well if you're that interested in my uniforms, I'll just have to hope I get fatigues and my parade reds and blues next mail call." Ivan laughs, brushing her nose with his own. "But I'm going to have to draw the line at charts. Unless they're flowcharts, I like flowcharts."

It's because they're simple and easy to follow.

[tearmeanewone]

"Formal or Informal? Green or red? Boots or oxfords?" she lists off with a grin, leaning and gunning for another kiss. "See? I'm great at making these flowcharts up."

[whatdidisay]

"Perfect," he breathes more than says, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her soundly. God, Ivan loves flowcharts.