(no subject)

[i_candozat]

It's not uncommon for all sorts of activities to be going on in the bar all at once; that's part of what makes it interesting. And right now there is probably something of interest going on in that group of chairs by the fire, as one Russian boy stretches out, pushing on his arches and ankles with a look of calmly moderate discomfort. (Say what you will about it, pushing your body to do some things is uncomfortable. Not painful, not really. Just a little uncomfortable.) They're simple leg stretches; he could be doing them at a barre if he wanted, but currently the chair is functioning just as well. And it's more comfortable to sit on to work with the resistance bands.

He's extraordinarily flexible, as becomes apparent if you watch him for more than about ten seconds.

[tiny tag: Pavel Chekov]

Comments

[morethanprops]

The strange counter provided him with a tweed suit and a cane and he has been observing this odd establishment.

Holmes will make himself known, he always does and somewhere in his fevered mind, Moist thinks that the young man's flexibility could be fun in bed,

"Are you a dancer?"

[i_candozat]

"I am, yes," he says, looking up with a young, innocent face that's open in expression. He doesn't know the man talking to him, but he doesn't think that should present a problem.

"Sometimes, anyvay," Pavel amends in a thick Muscovite accent, with a small smile.

[morethanprops]

"I see and tell me what do you know of where we are?"

Its always best to gather information so he can figure out how to get back to Baker street. Who knows what horrible things Holmes has been up to.

[i_candozat]

"Ve are in Millivays," he says simply, but not rudely. "You hawe been here before?"

If he's new, he might need to be a little more clear about locations.

[morethanprops]

"I do not believe that I have been here before. I think I would remember it."

[i_candozat]

"Ah." This makes it a little more complicated to explain; Chekov folds up into a faintly-lotus-style sitting position with a smile. "Zis whole place, is vhat ve call a temporospatial anomaly. Simply put, is a place vhere all universes intersect at a semi-stable location. How it is happened to be shaped as a bar, I...do not know," Pavel explains, trying not to talk over Moist's head.

Whether or not that actually happens is debatable.

[morethanprops]

He frowns, that sounds like something Holmes would understand or find it interesting,

"Ah, that sounds rather complicated."

[i_candozat]

"Is not so much," he shrugs. "Is amazing zese disturbances do not happen more often, really. But since you are already here, is wery simple to explain. Ze bar is sentient--and vill giwe you anyzing you need but for veapons. If you do not hawe money you can hawe an account until you can pay ze purchases back."

[morethanprops]

"Yes, I saw that. The bar was quite useful to me,"

Though it wouldn't give him a swordstick just a regular cane.

[i_candozat]

Pavel smiles. "You are looking a little bit lost. Vould you like to sit?" he asks, glancing at the cane.

He'd hate to be rude, making the man stand if he has a leg problem.

[morethanprops]

"I do admit I am feeling at a slight disadvantage. Doctor John Watson,"

He offers his hand to Chekov before sitting.

[i_candozat]

"Chekov, Pavel Andreievich," he introduces, surname first as has become habit. "May I ask vhat you hawe earned your doctorate in?"

[morethanprops]

"I'm a doctor of medicine and have a practice in London."

[theladyrue.livejournal.com]

There's a young woman of about his age, observing him from by the Bar. She has a cup of coffee held gracefully in her thin hands, and her posture is pristine but relaxed. She's wearing a grey school uniform, which does nothing to add color to her pale skin and dark hair.

She's watching him with a serenely neutral expression, forming a quiet but unspoken judgement.

[i_candozat]

She could, if she's used to seeing dancers every day, probably tell that while he has excellent grasp on the theory and the knowledge of the skills he has and does not have, Chekov isn't someone who does ballet every day--every week, perhaps.

His lines are good, and his muscle development is better, but he has the signs of not being a professional student--maybe he was one, but quit--of the art.

[theladyrue.livejournal.com]

Perhaps he had family troubles; he's talented enough, she decides, and she has heard that those can happen. Not in Kinkan Town, but in the stories Herr Katze tells.

"There's a barre upstairs," she tells him after several minutes, once she finishes her coffee. She's waited for him to finish the stretch he was doing, and she's only raised her voice just enough for it to carry.

[i_candozat]

His head whirls around to find the voice, brain acting almost like a radar to locate her.

"Spasiba," he answers in Russian, nodding his head to her. He didn't think he was being watched that closely. "I vas not aware zere vas one here," Pavel says, rising to his feet. When he stands it's easy to see that his legs are in very good condition, and his physical shape could be called delicate--he's not. But that's a little less apparent.

[theladyrue.livejournal.com]

She does not say obviously, but the quick raising of her eyebrows implies it silently. It's not a harsh judgement, though, if anything her expression softens.

"Would you care to see it?" she asks, after an almost-awkward hesitation.

[i_candozat]

"Zat vould be nice," he responds; he's obviously smart--it's written practically on his face--but in an entirely different way than Rue is, we'd be willing to bet. Chekov's world is numbers and physics and mathematics that explain how things work, that bend the theories of the cosmos, but sometimes he takes a few hours off of that when he dances, or runs.

Running especially, since it hurts less to faceplant on the soft ground than to drop a girl on top of you on a hardwood floor.

[theladyrue.livejournal.com]

She nods, and moves her hand to set the empty coffee cup down lightly on the surface of the Bar.

"Where did you study?" she asks, as they ascend the stairs. She doesn't add 'to be a danseur,' because she thinks that is obvious.

[i_candozat]

"My mother taught me to dance," he answers, climbing the stairs alongside her. "But I did not take lessons from a teacher."

He assumes she can read, and if she knows Latin at all the motto of ex astris, scientia does not refer to dance.

[theladyrue.livejournal.com]

She glances over at him, with some surprise.

"I go to Kinkan Academy," she says, after a moment. "I don't know anyone who learned outside of a ballet school." At least, not in modern times.

She does have a quiet curiousity about his Starfleet Academy, and knowledge from the stars -- but it hasn't occurred to her to as about it, quite yet.

[i_candozat]

"I do not know of any place named Kinkan," he says curiously. "Is not Russian, da?"

Her voice is most certainly not, but then, his voice is most certainly not American, and look at where he is.

[theladyrue.livejournal.com]

"German," she says, after a brief hesitation.

She doesn't admit that the only thing she knows about Russia are its ballets; she has no idea where it is, or what it is like. But most places outside of Goldkronendorf seem mythical, to her.

They reach the appropriate door, which looks like all of the others in the hall, and she presses the handle down lightly, opening it.

The room is comparitively large, with hardwood floors and two mirror walls (each with a barre running down them). Stacked to one side are dance mats, and in the corner is a piano, a phonograph, and a stereo. This all becomes visible when they step inside, and she flicks on the overhead lights.

[i_candozat]

He looks around the studio--it's large and the layout is familiar from the gyms he's been to, sans the barre--with quick eyes, taking in the dimensions of the room and the height, the area and so many more variables that he doesn't consciously think of.

"Zey perform Russian ballets in your town?" he asks, giving a little sideways glance to the girl beside him. Because, he thinks, the Russian ballets are the best. Obviously.