( 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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[forwardmomentum]

"Yes, I am getting a faint whiff of déjà vu," Miles murmurs, the corner of his mouth twitching. Again, Ivan, with the details, but Miles doesn't bother commenting on it this time. "And, much like the last time we talked about this, my advice is the same: do whatever it is you were going to do anyway. You like her, Ivan, a hell of a lot -- this we have established -- and whatever her past, whatever she used to be able to do, I don't think that should change anything for you, other than provide a little enlightenment."

His expression sobers, and he lets out a small sigh, tapping his fingers together. "She wasn't just afraid of people knowing because someone might try to use or abuse her for her power again. She was afraid to tell you because she thought it might...drive you away."

[whatdidisay]

"It might have," Ivan admits after a long silence, running an hand through his hair. "If you'd told me before I'd taken her on our first date." No wonder his cousin had laughed. "Now-- I don't know."

That's why he's here. He doesn't want to run from Elizabeth, but his survival instinct is pounding on the inside of his head, yelling at him. "I don't want to run."

[forwardmomentum]

"So don't," Miles says, and leans forward, clasping his hands together. He rests his chin on them, elbows on his desk. "For once in your life, Ivan Vorpatril, be brave, and don't run from something that scares you. If you're going to take one risk, make it this one." He smiles slightly, almost ruefully, a slight quirk of his mouth. "I promise you it's worth it."

[whatdidisay]

"That's easy for you to say, Miles." It's not that he's scared, it's just that he'd like to make it to thirty-five. And unlike Miles, he's not willing to throw himself headfirst into things just to prove that he can. No, he's not that stupid. "If I say I'll think about it, will that do?"

[forwardmomentum]

Miles turns his palms out. "I'm not the one you're answering to here. And I'm certainly not saying you shouldn't think about it. In fact, I think you should consider it very carefully." Think about your feelings, Ivan. He sighs, sitting back. "Just -- whatever you do -- make sure it's for the right reasons. Don't prove her right."

[whatdidisay]

"I'll take it under advisement, Miles." He is feeling calmer though, and nods at his cousin, standing.

"Take care of yourself, and get some sleep."

[forwardmomentum]

Miles's face flickers at that, but he quickly produces a tired grin in response, nodding. Sleep. Right. "You too, coz."