text | calling across the cosmos

[genice]

There's quite a few of us who are new arrivals, yeah? I'm told we should make ourselves comfortable and get to know our neighbors. It's been eight months since I last really moved anywhere, so hello! My name is Victor Nikiforov. If any one of you feels like discussing our new location or occupations or anything else, please join me for a drink!

[ He even includes a ping for the bar he's at. Conversations up to this point have been anything but promising. So here he is. In space. Surrounded by space people. Talking to other "we did not want to end up in space, probably" people. ]

Also, three questions! Who is fond of dogs, is there anything like Instagram on these, and who knows anything about figure skating?

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[genice]

( Victor feels like he's had this kind of silent conversation before.

... Mostly with teenagers. Still, it's a certain kind of amused nostalgic, and so he allows the silence to stretch just to before the awkward point, considering if he had anything more to contribute.

No, not right now. He smiles, knowing that modulates his tone of voice. )

Let me know if you ever want a professional's take on whatever you find there. I'm happy to chat! In the meantime, have a good day, right? We'll talk again later. Anytime.

( It's odd in one sense, knowing he actually can... live up to that. He'll probably forget the specifics of this offer, but he can and will be available to talk, if this man wants to.

So... novel. )