[ota] sleeping under strange skies

[thepupthatmatters]

He's ready for this. Of course he's ready for this.

He wouldn't be here if he weren't ready. Holló wouldn't have sent him through without being prepared. This isn't, after all, the sort of place a person gets sent without it being purposeful. Even the people who wander here 'by chance' are the people who need to be here, he's been told.

So it's the right time for Aleksei Volkov to be stepping out into the cold sunlight barely warming the walls of the Castle Spades, newly minted and processed and told he'll have to start working his way up from Two now.

The few things he'd brought with him have been settled into the cramped quarters he'll be sharing with a few other recent arrivals. What's stuck from his grandmother means he'll be starting off under the apparently quite severe Spade kitchen staff.

Hopefully it isn't the end of the world that he needs to pause when he's sent out to Town to pick up a few extra bottles of truffle oil and vanilla extract. Hopefully being 'ready for this' doesn't mean he can't take a moment--take a deep breath--as he lets settle into his bones the fact that he's here.


{ooc; He can be bumped into at the castle or being lost in Town. Also tag plz?}

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[thepupthatmatters]

It was reassuring that he didn't need to stick to the kitchens. It was doubly reassuring that two of the Spades he'd met so far had offered him outs to escape into clerical work almost right off the bat. Clearly survival here wouldn't be as completely desperate as everyone had made it out to be.

It certainly had something almost like a smile cracking at the corners of Aleksei's lips as he shrugged. "Maybe I'll be just as bad at the accounts as at picking out the right cinnamon."

[old_dog]

"You'll be fine," Michael reassured as he replaced the glass down onto the counter behind him. If the waiter fumbling by the kitchen door before heading over towards them was anything to go by, the oils had been bottled and were ready to go.

"Try to hang in there in the meantime, young man."

[thepupthatmatters]

It would be best to properly finish off his own drink before leaving. It was also obviously not happening, because the attempt to chug absolutely came with another bout of coughing around the alcohol.

"It is all that can be done." The glass was set down carefully on the counter to make proper carrying space in his arms for the oils. "And-- thank you, Mister Michael."

Erring on the side of caution, Jordan had said.