[ Compared to his other experiences in life, this isn't so bad.
From what he understands so far, he is in a position to be owned again, and is subject to new standards by the LIEr staff and society. It is yet to be seen if these overlords are worse or better than the ones at home, but for now, this is less than bog standard. Building a kite to 'pass'? Sure, he'd never built one before, but he is confident it can be figured out. The rules here, also, can be figured out. Survival can be figured out, as he had already had a lifetime of experience learning how to mimic the 'traits that work best'.
He is sure that in a society where the cattle should be obedient and physically involved, his normal mask will do to start with when he interacts with his fellow captives. He is also sure he is alone, and that mask will hide the pressure of that loneliness. This is a safe way to begin.
Ivan had done all he could do at home, hadn't he? Whatever had happened, however he got here with a heartbeat, he just had to move in step.
He has an awful friendly smile on when he meets his designated Kite Crafting Comrade, his snaggletooth poking out of the left side of his mouth as he waves at them. ]
Hello! I think this shouldn't be too hard, right?
2. Follow Your Nose
[ The air was making his skin itch.
Ivan can't make sense of it, but there's a buzzing, tickling feeling under his skin and in his nose that warms him around the collar. He feels like he'd been wandering the Down with his nose in the air and has realized he doesn't really know where he is! He's still getting used to the space, though it's a painfully familiar environment again.
He's been downgraded from his risen pedestal. What a pain.
Sweet smells like vanilla and candy keep whiffing past his face which he only notices when he stops to try and get his head about him. Unfortunately for whoever he's ended up inadvertently following, he's a man on the taller side with dark, consuming eyes that add a sprinkle of creepiness to his otherwise confused expression. He's probably staring at his unwitting stalking victim, confused, by the time he's noticed. There isn't a bit of shame on his face when he gets caught though. Expect a charming smile and a healthy wave of his hand. ]
3. Network
[ A man with abysmally dark eyes but a smile built for a camera speaks amicably to his audience. It is a practiced, but largely convincing act from a rising entertainment star. Ivan knows he must market himself right away to better his chance to make it through whatever hell this likely is. ]
Wow! I knew my popularity was up, but I didn't think I'd end up kidnapped. Or did I get sold off without my knowing? I wonder what the truth is. [ A light laugh. ]
Despite that, I have a good work record, so I'd happily accept a contract from an interested party in good standing. 'Work' here seems different than the 'work' I know, but I'll do my best 'work' for my contractor. I take pride in doing my best. Take that as you will, of course. It's a pleasure to meet the rest of you.
[ It was not, really. He couldn't care less at this point. He just wants ground under his feet again so he can assess things properly. The public 'Ivan' was as strong as ever, though, despite being mentally shaken by his last memories. It'd get him through. ]
Ivan | Alien Stage | Submissive
[ Compared to his other experiences in life, this isn't so bad.
From what he understands so far, he is in a position to be owned again, and is subject to new standards by the LIEr staff and society. It is yet to be seen if these overlords are worse or better than the ones at home, but for now, this is less than bog standard. Building a kite to 'pass'? Sure, he'd never built one before, but he is confident it can be figured out. The rules here, also, can be figured out. Survival can be figured out, as he had already had a lifetime of experience learning how to mimic the 'traits that work best'.
He is sure that in a society where the cattle should be obedient and physically involved, his normal mask will do to start with when he interacts with his fellow captives. He is also sure he is alone, and that mask will hide the pressure of that loneliness. This is a safe way to begin.
Ivan had done all he could do at home, hadn't he? Whatever had happened, however he got here with a heartbeat, he just had to move in step.
He has an awful friendly smile on when he meets his designated Kite Crafting Comrade, his snaggletooth poking out of the left side of his mouth as he waves at them. ]
Hello! I think this shouldn't be too hard, right?
2. Follow Your Nose
[ The air was making his skin itch.
Ivan can't make sense of it, but there's a buzzing, tickling feeling under his skin and in his nose that warms him around the collar. He feels like he'd been wandering the Down with his nose in the air and has realized he doesn't really know where he is! He's still getting used to the space, though it's a painfully familiar environment again.
He's been downgraded from his risen pedestal. What a pain.
Sweet smells like vanilla and candy keep whiffing past his face which he only notices when he stops to try and get his head about him. Unfortunately for whoever he's ended up inadvertently following, he's a man on the taller side with dark, consuming eyes that add a sprinkle of creepiness to his otherwise confused expression. He's probably staring at his unwitting stalking victim, confused, by the time he's noticed. There isn't a bit of shame on his face when he gets caught though. Expect a charming smile and a healthy wave of his hand. ]
3. Network
[ A man with abysmally dark eyes but a smile built for a camera speaks amicably to his audience. It is a practiced, but largely convincing act from a rising entertainment star. Ivan knows he must market himself right away to better his chance to make it through whatever hell this likely is. ]
Wow! I knew my popularity was up, but I didn't think I'd end up kidnapped. Or did I get sold off without my knowing? I wonder what the truth is. [ A light laugh. ]
Despite that, I have a good work record, so I'd happily accept a contract from an interested party in good standing. 'Work' here seems different than the 'work' I know, but I'll do my best 'work' for my contractor. I take pride in doing my best. Take that as you will, of course. It's a pleasure to meet the rest of you.
[ It was not, really. He couldn't care less at this point. He just wants ground under his feet again so he can assess things properly. The public 'Ivan' was as strong as ever, though, despite being mentally shaken by his last memories. It'd get him through. ]