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]

( Hah, that ends up making him smile... and laugh, albeit there's a certain humour to being asked as much. )

Back home, yes.

Would you like to meet Makkachin? He's been enjoying walking through the big gardens here on the ship. I'm sure he'd appreciate having more company to explore with.

[remainingtwin]

[Mio is still human, so the invitation to meet a dog is met with instant excitement. Puppy! Who doesn't love petting puppies!? It doesn't matter that he's clearly a grown dog. Puppy.]

I'd love to! What kind of dog is he anyhow? [Besides...cute and fluffy??]

[genice]

( It's so easy to think about just his dog and let that lifetime of love and enthusiasm come through, hence she gets an enthused text in return: )

He's a standard poodle! In this wonderful chocolate colour. I keep him in a puppy cut instead of any of the poodle cuts people are familiar with, it's more practical for the cold. He's the cutest this way!