Dancing on the blades ...

[fourlevels]

WHO: Viktor + ???
WHERE: Anywhere
WHEN: Throughout April
WHAT: April catch-all
WARNINGS: None anticipated, will update as necessary

NOTES: Catch-all post for various threads without a home and for starters of specific subjects, but this is also an open post so please feel free to make a starter of your own to play with Viktor! You can also drop me a line on plurk or email if you'd like to hash something specific out. Always looking for more CR! :D

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SON GONNA GET GROUNDED

[fourlevels]

[ Coming home to Heropa #17 after this communications debacle, Viktor seems rather quiet for all but running out the door an hour earlier ... ]

[beautiful_monster]

[Yuri's sprawled out on the couch flipping through rumblr posts, only glancing up long enough to make sure it's not some stranger barging in. His glance lingers long enough to assure himself that Viktor's in one piece before turning his attention to the phone again.]

So what the hell was that all about?

[fourlevels]

Ah, there was a small emergency, but it's fixed now.

[ He kicks off his shoes and hangs up his coat before coming into the living room where Yuri is ... then he plucks Yuri's phone from his hands. ]

[beautiful_monster]

—What the hell, Viktor! Give that back!

[He's gonna reach for it!!]

[fourlevels]

[ After leaving Yuuri a note saying that he and Yuri will be going out all day today and don't wait to have dinner with us~, Viktor and his not-son arrive in New York City after traveling by Porter first then by train. ]

Is this your first time to New York, Yura?

[beautiful_monster]

[Yuri is doing his best not to look too much like a tourist. At least he's been in plenty of big cities before, but it's not enough to stop him from appreciating the new architecture and skyline and, most importantly, the wide range of specialty shops and cafes dotting every block in sight.]

Yeah, I've never been to this part of the US before.

[fourlevels]

Ah, all the Skate America competitions usually are in the middle of the country so I guess you wouldn't have stopped here except for layovers. It's a good opportunity for you~

[beautiful_monster]

We can do some sight seeing after shopping, right?

~Date Night~

[fourlevels]

[ Some Friday night in the middle of the month, Yuuri is unceremoniously kicked out of his own room that he shares with Viktor in Heropa #17 roughly three hours before the appointed date time, and a sign is posted on the door of "RUSSIANS ONLY", courtesy of Yuri.

It's only on Viktor's reminder that Yuri tosses out Yuuri's clothes minutes after so that he himself can get ready for the night. ]

[nextlevel]

[ What the hell, Viktor. He grabs his stuff but ... ]

What the hell are you doing in there?

[fourlevels]

[ The response is only lightly muffled through the closed door. ]

Getting ready, of course!

[nextlevel]

Three hours ahead of time!?

Other "Date"

[fourlevels]

[ It's been a while since Viktor spent time away from the other skaters, which was understandable given recent events, but he doesn't want to crowd them either. He senses that even Yuri might want some alone time to sort his thoughts. So Viktor calls up a friend to catch up with them, arranging a time and place to meet.

He's a few minutes late arriving though, waving at Inanna as he approaches them. ]

Sorry, Makkachin was being overly enthusiastic about his walk today. Have you been waiting long?

[purple_reign]

[Inanna's waiting patiently, of course. They've been killing time until Viktor's arrival by playing with a shimmery, transparent array of stars laid out above them, prodding and nudging them to send them spinning into new arrangements and constellations.

Their attention snaps right to Viktor when he waves though, and a bright grin takes over their face.]

No, not at all! Not that I'd mind waiting for you, of course.

[fourlevels]

I can still feel bad about it, [ Viktor glances up, ] but it looks like you weren't bored at least.

[purple_reign]

[Inanna glances up as well, and they reach up to take "hold" of the display and pull it down over Viktor's head. It's still mostly transparent, easy enough to see what's happening in the area around them, but now there's a spray of stars and galaxies overlayed over everything.]

It's a good way to kill a few minutes. It's hard to get bored looking at something like this, isn't it?

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi was a massive nervous wreck. ]

[ The anxiety of what he was about to do was clawing at his mind, pulling and tugging at emotions he long ago thought he was incapable of feeling. He hadn't slept the night before -- not that he needed to sleep, given he was practically passed out for two weeks -- instead trying to work out what he was going to say, only to have a million disaster scenarios rip his careful practice to shreds. There was no doubt in his mind that Viktor was going to walk away from him after this; was going to tell him for real that he never wanted to see him again. He knew he needed to be mentally prepared for that, but nothing he could think of would help... but at the same time? He couldn't not do this. ]

[ He had spent that dream living a double life, to a greater extreme than he was in reality. The consequences of that had been dire, and not only lead to his "death," but also put the people he interacted with in extreme danger. How the hell could he keep up that life? ]

[ Eventually he'd tell everyone; it was something worth being transparent about, considering his occupation, but Viktor had the right to know first, considering how he felt about him. ]

[ He was at their usual meeting place for working out for awhile before Viktor normally showed up, wearing his usual sweats, but he had a feeling he wasn't going to be making use of them. This was not going to be a productive morning as far as working out was concerned. He was leaning against a building when Viktor did show, his head still bowed and trying desperately to mentally prepare himself. ]

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor had been working through some thoughts of his own the night before as well, the things Yuri told Yuuri and him weighing heavily on his mind and making it difficult to sleep. It's not that he distrusted what Yuri was saying, but it was hard to reconcile Yuri's description of Adachi's actions with the man he's come to know.

He's up at his normal time despite the lack of restful sleep though, his natural inclination to early mornings and years of training schedules programming his body even if he did want to sleep in. He also had much of the same mind as Adachi, wearing sweats but not anticipating that they'll get the full use of them as they have been under other, less stressful conditions.

He greets Adachi with a smile as he approaches their typical meeting spot, though it's not as bright as other mornings. ]

Tohru, good morning.

[sleight_of_hand]

Mornin'.

[ Adachi still didn't look up at him; he was afraid to, and he was surprised he managed to get out that much of a greeting. His heart was pounding, that same kind of pounding he felt when he was surrounded by Dojima's brat and his little Investigation Team, the reality of his crimes unraveled between them in front of Dojima himself. Back then he had been able to run away and jump into a TV, but there were no TVs around, and they wouldn't work anyway. ]

[ He forced himself to take a deep breath, though he still couldn't bring himself to look at Viktor. ]

...please accept my apologies for yesterday. When I saw Plisetsky-kun in the same post with the name of a man I've been investigating for almost a year, I panicked.

[ He almost flinched; it was always easy to tell when the guilt was setting in. It happened when Nanako had nearly died too, slipping into overly formal speech. He seriously felt like history was repeating itself, and it was doing nothing to help the unsettled feeling in his gut. ]

I have put in a few inquiries in the government, but I don't anticipate them leading anywhere.

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi was a ball of nerves in human form at the moment. ]

[ Getting some skating time in after their conversation had done little to ease the tension he was feeling over the inevitable conversation. He felt weirdly disconnected -- not in a bad way, but it was enough of a discerning feeling that he hadn't been able to concentrate, and most of his practice had him landing on the ice the hard way more often than not. By the time Viktor texted him, he was sporting a cut on his forehead that was already starting to bruise around the bandage he had slapped on it, and by the time he arrived at their door, he probably looked like even more of a miserable sight than he usually was. ]

[ He took a deep breath as he stood there at the door... and then another... and another, and there was a part of him that wanted to say screw this and run for it as fast as he could. If he wasn't so sure that Viktor would be less understanding and entirely disappointed if he did that, he just might have. He shook his head, muttering under his breath: ]

C'mon, Adachi; it's not like they're going to start spouting fire at you...

[ ...maybe ice though. ]

[ He grumbled at the stray thought, finally snapping his hand up and knocking quickly before his nerves could get the better of him again. ]

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor had been unusually quiet all morning after his early morning work-out ... where he didn't actually work out this morning, oops. He'd come back home son after his conversation with Adachi, distracted by the new information he learned about his friend. So distracted that he was halfway back out the door with his skating equipment over his shoulder so he could skate while sorting through his thoughts, his hand on the door handle before he remembered Adachi mentioning that he'd be doing the same thing.

Rather than interrupting Adachi's time on the rink, he flops down onto the couch to wait for the others to wake up, cuddling with Makkachin quietly. Once the meet time is decided and he texts Adachi, he resumes sitting on the couch, not even working on his other couch things he can do at home. (Probably freaking the other two out by being so still and quiet, oops.)

He's the first one up to answer the door since he's the closest, offering a light smile while managing to also look a bit tired. ]

Tohru, come in ...

[sleight_of_hand]

[ ...wow, Viktor looked like he felt. A pang of guilt hit Adachi hard at that; it wasn't really his intention to make things harder on him than they needed to be. But... well, finding out a friend had been lying about who they were would do that to just about anyone. ]

Thank you very much for the invitation...

[ There he went, being overly formal again. At least it was easy to tell he was taking this seriously. He made a face at himself, before slipping inside. ]

[beautiful_monster]

[Once the meeting with Adachi ended, Yuri had sulked up to his room to shut himself away. He knew there were likely still things the other skaters still wanted to talk to him about, but dealing with Adachi and the realizations and explanations the conversation had brought about had been draining, so the quiet of his room with his cat and phone to keep him occupied was a welcome reprieve.

He has, however, left the door to his room ajar. Just in case there was a chance of overhearing the other two skaters talk about him downstairs. He is still a bratty teenager, after all.]

[fourlevels]

[ There were probably a few loud exclamations coming from downstairs following Yuri's departure, but otherwise the skate dads were otherwise fairly quiet; either no mention of Yuri or he just couldn't hear it.

After about half an hour passes, Yuri will be able to hear the tell-tale sound of footsteps up the stairs. They stop just outside his door, and after a beat or three, there's a light knocking on the slightly open door. ]

[beautiful_monster]

[Ugh, of course. Yuri's still not quite sure he wants to deal with more talking yet. He's feeling much calmer, but it hasn't even been a full hour! Although...if it's someone who's willing to knock...]

Is that you, Katsudon?