the chilly worlds, and the silent fields

[sputnik]

Who: Konstantin Veshnyakov + various
What: catchall / open & closed prompts
When: through March & April
Where: various places in town

Content Warnings: This character comes with a parasitic alien entity by default. More content warnings will be in various thread headers.

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[sputnik]

[ There's a blink of surprise as the youth briefly unleashes some unexpected Russian — to be sure, hearing the familiarity of his native language out here in Remote Canada should be a relief each time it happens (and it is), but there's also something that catches against him like the snag of a hook, something that always feels a bit like alarm.

The people who would be after him would be Russian, after all (and though this boy clearly isn't a native.... it's a connection, isn't it? Maybe. Maybe it's nothing at all. He's just a kid.) In any case, it's an odd thing, to feel a sweep of familiarity and of suspicion at the same moment. For the concept of his home to be both a source of yearning and of hesitation.

Of course, Konstantin shows none of this on the surface. He leans back a little, arms folding over his torso, looking surprised and impressed and delighted as though to say — Now that's something! ]

Huh. I bet we could get it working again. Should be another Aurora soon.

[ He's been diligently tinkering with things to try to get something of true use up and running — and while a popcorn machine most certainly doesn't hold the key to breaking out of this place, it would be nice to enjoy a buttery treat while being stuck here.

There's a smile, bright and warm and friendly, and he unfurls his arms from his chest to stick out a hand. If the boy accepts, he'll find a firm handshake, welcoming. ]

Konstantin. It's a perfect plan. [ He grins, showing teeth, and tilts his head towards the front doors. ]

Don't worry, we can start slow. Walk for a little, to warm up. I don't want anyone collapsing out in the cold.

[ In his own alien-riddled state, that would probably actually be him..... but. He continues talking as he leads them that way, tone conversational, curious, concealing any trace of suspicion that might be bubbling up underneath. There's a reason for everything, including why he's here and why other people are here with him, and he means to find out why Tim speaks broken Russian. ]

Your Russian's not half-bad. Did you live there for awhile?