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wit beyond measure is

WHO: Hermione Granger & you
WHEN: The Drought / Ke-Waicai plot
WHERE: Multiple places!
WHAT: Multiple threads
WARNINGS: TBD

NOTE: this log is open for all to interract with, whether we have plans or not. Each starter is open to one character unless specified otherwise; I'd ask to please respect this so I don't ~~bite off more than I can chew~~ lose track of continuity.

If the starters below don't fit, PM/plurk/discord me and we can whip up some wildcard!

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[Viktor, on the other hand, is kind of here on purpose. He understands that the cure to much of this (not all of this, they won't be that lucky, he's sure) is in the Fetters, and it's better for him to go with a group than to try and make the journey alone. He still doesn't expect this to end well for him, given the fact that all of this is well outside his pay grade and also monsters and the undead are involved.

What they're doing out here is still something of a mystery, but he supposes that will reveal itself in time. The good news is that he isn't alone in this, though he does get the impression that his fellow displaced want this to be subtle. Or, at least, that's what he guesses, if the way he's being shushed is any indication.

Viktor looks a little bewildered for a moment, eyebrows furrowed, as if he's wondering what this is about. Then, he points to himself. Mouths, 'me?'. It's possible he's not very good at this.]

[She doesn't recognise this one, if it's a fellow displaced - she can only assume that he is, because she hasn't seen him before in the village either. It's usually when things start going for the worse that newcomers get pulled into their midst.

She gives him a nod, and puts a handful of collected herbs, tied with a string, inside her bag. Checking that nobody's listening to them, or paying them much mind, she does approach.]

Hi. Hermione. [She holds out her hand, for shaking, after brushing it clean of dirt on the back of her trousers.]

[Generally speaking, Viktor is fairly good at flying under the radar—though that’s as much a function of people not wanting to acknowledge him as it is anything else. Here, he doesn’t have this luxury (and it is, often, a luxury), and is having to readjust to eyes on him. To sticking out in any given situation for a variety of reasons.]

It's Viktor.

[The handshake seems almost comical, given the situation, but returning it does, perhaps, provide him a sense of normalcy.]

I thought it might be better to have safety in numbers.

[Unless she has some other plan that he is currently ruining, oops.]

[She does nod at that, because she is inclined to agree - it's proven time and again to be useful to stick to numbers, anyway. This might not be the best place to introduce a newcomer to the dynamics of the world, but Viktor has picked them up enough to figure out that he needed to come along for safety in numbers, so - hey. He's got this.]</small. It's true - and under the circumstances, more ears to pick up useful information with.

[Viktor doesn't exactly brighten, but he seems to perk up a little at not being turned away (he wouldn't have blamed her if she had, given the fact that this seems to be a delicate operation). Still, he keeps his voice low, understanding the need to be discreet.]

And? What have you found so far?

[If she wants to share--he's not sure how she ended up along for the ride, but she does seem to have her wits about her, at any rate.]

Mostly just herbs for potions. [She murmurs it, almost to herself, as her attention is drawn to a particular gathering a plants that look familiar to something she saw in the book on local herbs. She should get those.

But first to not be rude.]

Ah - sorry. They're for healing. The potions. [Just in case! Not everyone knows what potions are, and some of the wizarding world's terminology is antiquated.]

[She sounds a little disappointed—Viktor won’t press the issue. He understands that they’re under duress, and what might be useful in one situation might come up short in another. Still, he’s constantly seeking knowledge, even in such an unfamiliar scenario, and her mention of healing gets his attention.]

I understand this is probably not the, eh. Optimal time— [Some self-awareness, at least.] —but are you suggesting an alchemical process?

[Or, maybe, a magical one?]

[She pauses at that question, and muses to herself, under her breath but audible still.] I suppose potions making is a bit alchemical, if you wanted to be poetic about it...

[Still, it doesn't sound right. Many professors would definitely judge her for even considering it.] The closest approximation would be - do you know the term chemistry?

[There's something on his face that might be relief. Sure, he's versed in magic, at this point, but not the systems of this world. Ultimately, he's a man of science, so he jumps at the chance to be familiar with the terminology.]

Chemistry, yes! Not my area of study, but hopefully that puts us on a similar level of...technological advancement.

[That sounds like a nice way to put it.]

[And there's the delighted smile too, because chemistry is a term that doesn't always land well with others. Much like technology, really.]

Maybe even the same world? [Wishful thinking.] Though I suppose not, because you didn't recognise potions - that's fine. Are you good with bottany?

I’d need to know more to determine whether that’s the case, but no, it doesn’t sound like it.

[Given the presumed existence of infinite universes, Viktor finds it unlikely that he’d find someone else from his own world here, though he can’t blame her for having some hope, in that department. She doesn’t seem deterred by his answer, at least.]

I’m a physicist, technically speaking. Applied mathematics, engineering. But I know a little about a lot of things.

[He is very smart.]

[Amazing. A physicist, trained engineer, and he's ended up surrounded by magic and curses? How is he even coping?] I will want to hear all about the things you know a little about - in better circumstances, just in case. We're supposed to blend in, but - please let's talk about them.

[She seems genuinely interested, which excites him, at least a little, though he does know that right now they don’t have the luxury of standing around talking about his research and her…botanical experiments. Alchemy.]

Yes, sorry. I’ve slowed you down enough. [He hasn’t forgotten that he was the one who interrupted her.] We should reconvene in a more favorable situation.

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