( Ian, as he is wont to do, over-extends himself almost immediately. Step number one is to the engineering corps, where he launches into conversation with Thorkil — or anyone — in no time at all. Swapping the differences in engineering techniques between New Amsterdam of 2512 and the new, fascinating stuff they do here. Intently studying the holo projector and making commentary on long-term settlement expansions. It probably isn't very surprising when, a few hours into the conversation, he officially signs on.

After that comes sanitation, when he's approached shortly after leaving Engineering by somebody who probably overheard him talking about infrastructure or his crowning achievement of a mass shower system. One thing leads to another, a half dozen repaired pipe systems later Ian's got a joint behind one ear and he's rolling another between his fingers. He's got an MP3 player hooked up to somebody's speakers with a bizarre patchwork of wiring, and it's playing music in the background as he companionably talks shit with various maintenance workers or PCs. Once he finishes rolling, he offers out the joint to anybody sitting next to him.

Looks like somebody is immediately well-integrated with the locals. May as well have been here for six months instead of six hours. )

Hey, hey, hey, hang on--

( It's a mild interjection between the angry youth and the volunteer leader, and Ian quietly steps in to get a gauge on what the problem is. It becomes clear after a second — somebody just gave away this kid's deceased family's stuff. The understanding hits like a truck, shuddering through him with dreadful familiarity. His expression closes off but stays more or less understanding, and he murmurs a soft; )

Here, lemme see.

( The shirt that had just been given away is taken, only for a second, so he can press a palm to it. His chest glows blue, and in a couple of moments an identical second shirt appears beside the first. He offers it out to the youth who looks surprised, not wholly mollified, but a little too stunned to keep protesting. He just takes it, backing off uncertainly, and the tension slowly resolves. )

( You can also catch him:
→ dreaming; he'll look over at his neighbor and offer up a calm nod accompanied by a mild, "Hey, man."
→ in the theater, sitting in a chair way too small for a grown-up, hunched over and doing arts and crafts with a demeanor that probably looks utterly sincere to the kids, but is distinctly amused to any perceptive adults
→ harvesting starspires with the dexterity of a man who probably tended to a few pot plants in his life
→ if there's alcohol to be found, it's a safe bet you can catch him having a drink )