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[hischair]

When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

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[lefthandedgenius]

That's a good idea, because I am not a woman who is easily dissuaded.

A housewarming is a party you throw when you move into a new home. Sometimes people bring you things you may need like kitchen items or items for decor, but really it's just an excuse to show off your new place and have a party. Once Tony confirms my position as a lab assistant, Allison and I are moving in together. I think I'll probably end up working with you. [She beams at him.] Won't that be great?

[candothat]

Remind me to never challenge you insincerely, Miss Lydia.

This is a sound reason for a party. {Even if there is no warming involved. He brightens.] You will work at City Solutions? This is better than great! Maybe your laboratory will be near mine! I have been working alone for months and the quiet becomes very tedious--I would like nothing more than good company.

[lefthandedgenius]

Just call me Lydia, okay? You don't call your female friends 'Miss', do you?

[A chuckle.] I don't know if I rate my own lab. I'm only looking into a position as an assistant; I'm not qualified to hire on when I lack the full credentials as anything on a higher level yet. So knows, maybe I'll end up your lab assistant!

[candothat]

I do, sometimes. Mostly when I am teasing them.

[Draw what you will from that, Lydia.]

Qualifications do not always matter here, when qualified staff are always leaving. I would not be opposed to having you as a lab assistant, however. Work would be far more interesting.

[lefthandedgenius]

Well, background should count for something, shouldn't it? What are you working on in your lab now, and how would I be able to help?

[A pause.]

You know what, never mind - this is a party, we shouldn't talk about work.

[candothat]

I have been to few parties that don't inevitably become discussions about work.

[He drains the rest of his cup and looks to Lydia for guidance.}

What is next?

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia rests her elbow on her knee and her chin in her palm.]

Good question. More drinking? More dancing? Lewd singing? Or we could talk, some more.

[candothat]

[Pavel mirrors her position, expression serious once again.]

I would like to talk, or to listen. Are there things you would be willing to tell me about your home? I like to hear about those things--traditions, families, things like that.

[lefthandedgenius]

You want to know about my family?

[She seems surprised about that.]

Well. I live, or I lived in Beacon Hills, which is in California. My parents are divorced. They kind of don't pay attention to me unless there's something really serious going on. Um. I have a dog? Had a dog. Her name's Prada. I actually really miss her.

[candothat]

Yes, but only if you would like to talk about them. Some people miss their families less when they talk about them; others, more.

[Not that Pavel enjoys hearing about homes solely for the psychological benefits of the talkee. There's a certain joy in hearing about places in other dimensions, and the people and family who live in those other places and live lives just like anyone else. It makes the multiverse feel smaller and home a little less distant. (He is also incurably curious. This is most certainly a factor.)]

California... near San Francisco? [Forgive his geography.] I am sorry that your parents were not so attentive. I like to think that they are usually busy or worried rather than disinterested. Dogs are never disinterested. They would never replace parents, that is good that you had a dog.

[lefthandedgenius]

Closer to LA, really. Southern Cali instead of Northern Cali. And actually, when it really counted, my mom was there. [The bruises throttling bruise on her neck has faded away, but that doesn't keep her from momentarily touching her throat.]

What about your family?

[candothat]

Then you had your dog and a parent who was there when necessary? Friends also, I hope?

[He thinks nothing of the subtle gesture, even if it doesn't go entirely unnoticed.]

Eh. My parents were very busy--my father more so after my mother died--but they loved each other and they loved me. I cannot complain.

[lefthandedgenius]

Oh, both of my parents were around. I lived with my mom in the house, and my dad moved out. I'm sorry to hear about your mom, though. How old were you? Do you remember a lot?

[candothat]

But your father was available, still, or did he move far?

[Guess what, Lydia. Of all of the people Pavel has known, you are the very first to ever inquire about his mother.]

I was eight, and so I remember a lot. Mostly spending days with her while my father was working. All good things.

[lefthandedgenius]

He was physically close, he stayed in Beacon Hills. But still kind of distant, if you know what I mean. He tried. He used to do things like show up for parent-teacher night at school. I'm glad you have good memories of your mom.

When did you know you wanted to join...Starfleet, that's what it is, right?

[candothat]

What about for holidays? Were your parents there for you then?

Starfleet, yes, and I cannot say for sure. Since I have been old enough to play with toy shuttlecrafts, I think.