An IC Question Meme Basically [As a member of the Russian figure skating team at home, Yuri's always been known for looking impeccable at formal appearances, and today is no exception—mostly. Somewhere, somehow he managed to find a suit that actually looks normal until you notice the purple leopard print lining the jacket—where did he even find that?? At least it suits his style. He managed to coax Viktor into putting a waterfall braid in his hair to keep it off his face, and a few streaks of icy blue and lavender are woven throughout. And he's even managed to disguise how tired he is with the careful use of concealer, eye drops, and about three cups of espresso since waking up that morning.
Look, the important part is that he's made it to the Ice Skating Panel. Bonus points for managing to drag Viktor along with him! And he's here, ready and waiting to take whatever questions people have about skating, or the Russians, or any number of ridiculous questions panel attendees might have for them. Don't worry about it if he keeps stealing unreadable glances in Viktor's direction through the whole panel.]
BEHOLD!!! [Yuri's exhibition, naturally, looks amazing. It certainly helps that the piece he picked is perfect for a problem ridden, stubborn teenager, but it's a testament to his own skill and knowing where his limits lie as well.
The slow start to the song gives him a chance to take it easy during the first part while he waits on endorphins and adrenaline to kick in and really wake him up. Even though his movements are a little sluggish and faltering at the start, it's easily played off as an intentional mirror of the staccato opening and almost melancholic opening lyrics. When the song begins in earnest he moves seamlessly into the impressive jumps, spins, and posing that the skaters are known for. His movements become more graceful and emphatic, punctuating the swells in music and lyrics better than any exclamation point ever could. Anyone watching closely enough can see how much he's pouring into the piece to. It speaks to him as much as he's using it to speak to the crowd—he will pick himself up; he will patch himself back together if he has to. It's easy to catch the way every time the pleading part of the chorus comes up, his attention is on Viktor.
After his part in the exhibition ends he hurries off the ice and retreats to the bench that security's blocked off for the trio of skaters to catch his breath and, more importantly, to give himself a chance to calm down. It took a lot to put that much emotion into a piece. In a lot of ways, it can be more exhausting than the physical performance itself, especially coming right on the heels of a week spent reeling from betrayal, lies, and one of his parental figures being sent home. So, if anyone does happen to approach the bench to talk with him afterwards, they'll find him resting his elbows on his knees, head in his hands while he takes deep breaths to center himself again.]
Can we go yet? [Yuri is avoiding the most fan focused areas of the convention, instead opting to keep to the imPort Hall to give out signatures and photos with his fans. It's obvious he's used to this kind of treatment—he still has occasional outbursts at some of the more outrageous requests he gets, but he's actually somewhat decent at talking his fans out of signing their bodies and into sticking to merchandise. He's even managing most of the fans Viktor gets since the other skater seems to be...distracted, at best.
Other imPorts can demand a picture from him too, of course, or they can catch him during a slow period when he retreats to a bench to flip through bwitter posts on his phone or scowl sullenly out at the waiting crowds.]
Ugh...how much longer is this going to be?
Do not disturb [But actually, do that. Later in the afternoon Yuri's sleep deprivation has finally begun to catch up with him, even after all the caffeine he's been drinking throughout the day. Fanport attendees might find him dozing on a bench somewhere around the Import Hall.
Or they might find a definitely normal bengal kitten cat napping in a patch of sunlight by one of the hall's windows. Perfectly innocent and not a sleeping imPort at all.]
Yuri Plisetsky | OTA
[As a member of the Russian figure skating team at home, Yuri's always been known for looking impeccable at formal appearances, and today is no exception—mostly. Somewhere, somehow he managed to find a suit that actually looks normal until you notice the purple leopard print lining the jacket—where did he even find that?? At least it suits his style. He managed to coax Viktor into putting a waterfall braid in his hair to keep it off his face, and a few streaks of icy blue and lavender are woven throughout. And he's even managed to disguise how tired he is with the careful use of concealer, eye drops, and about three cups of espresso since waking up that morning.
Look, the important part is that he's made it to the Ice Skating Panel. Bonus points for managing to drag Viktor along with him! And he's here, ready and waiting to take whatever questions people have about skating, or the Russians, or any number of ridiculous questions panel attendees might have for them. Don't worry about it if he keeps stealing unreadable glances in Viktor's direction through the whole panel.]
BEHOLD!!!
[Yuri's exhibition, naturally, looks amazing. It certainly helps that the piece he picked is perfect for a problem ridden, stubborn teenager, but it's a testament to his own skill and knowing where his limits lie as well.
The slow start to the song gives him a chance to take it easy during the first part while he waits on endorphins and adrenaline to kick in and really wake him up. Even though his movements are a little sluggish and faltering at the start, it's easily played off as an intentional mirror of the staccato opening and almost melancholic opening lyrics. When the song begins in earnest he moves seamlessly into the impressive jumps, spins, and posing that the skaters are known for. His movements become more graceful and emphatic, punctuating the swells in music and lyrics better than any exclamation point ever could. Anyone watching closely enough can see how much he's pouring into the piece to. It speaks to him as much as he's using it to speak to the crowd—he will pick himself up; he will patch himself back together if he has to. It's easy to catch the way every time the pleading part of the chorus comes up, his attention is on Viktor.
After his part in the exhibition ends he hurries off the ice and retreats to the bench that security's blocked off for the trio of skaters to catch his breath and, more importantly, to give himself a chance to calm down. It took a lot to put that much emotion into a piece. In a lot of ways, it can be more exhausting than the physical performance itself, especially coming right on the heels of a week spent reeling from betrayal, lies, and one of his parental figures being sent home. So, if anyone does happen to approach the bench to talk with him afterwards, they'll find him resting his elbows on his knees, head in his hands while he takes deep breaths to center himself again.]
Can we go yet?
[Yuri is avoiding the most fan focused areas of the convention, instead opting to keep to the imPort Hall to give out signatures and photos with his fans. It's obvious he's used to this kind of treatment—he still has occasional outbursts at some of the more outrageous requests he gets, but he's actually somewhat decent at talking his fans out of signing their bodies and into sticking to merchandise. He's even managing most of the fans Viktor gets since the other skater seems to be...distracted, at best.
Other imPorts can demand a picture from him too, of course, or they can catch him during a slow period when he retreats to a bench to flip through bwitter posts on his phone or scowl sullenly out at the waiting crowds.]
Ugh...how much longer is this going to be?
Do not disturb
[But actually, do that. Later in the afternoon Yuri's sleep deprivation has finally begun to catch up with him, even after all the caffeine he's been drinking throughout the day. Fanport attendees might find him dozing on a bench somewhere around the Import Hall.
Or they might find a definitely normal bengal kitten cat napping in a patch of sunlight by one of the hall's windows. Perfectly innocent and not a sleeping imPort at all.]