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[driftsintobuffetline]

WHO: Newt Geiszler & Hermann Gottlieb - eventually Mako Mori [CLOSED]
WHERE: De Chima (two hotels, two taxis, one cafe, and the porter in a pear tree), then Maurtia Falls (Newt's apartment)
WHEN: August 15th-16th - immediately following the August 2015 Swear-In, after Qubit portals them out - forward from there
WHAT: The scientists yell, they argue, they cry, they hold each other together. Then they invite Mako for pizza and try not to spoil their canon for her.
WARNINGS: Newt drops several F-bombs and other lesser curses. Lots of arguing, some serious some childish. Some throwing up. Discussion of their respective mental/physical conditions. Panic attacks. Discussion of self-experimentation of the dissection variety. A single mention of embryonic stem cells. Newt puts his tea on ice--and that's apparently sacrilegious to Hermann.


Hermann and Newt - De Chima to Maurtia Falls
( I know that I've got issues | But you're pretty messed up too )


Hermann, Newt, and Mako - Maurtia Falls
( Either way I found out | I'm nothing without you )

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[mathemagier]

Hermann watched him with the same pinched assessment he'd often direct at his chalkboards when his equations were slowly beginning to stand out to him as glimpses of the future rather than just a series of numbers. A lot of little things about Newton were making more sense in the context of those implications.

But not feeling quite up to discussing more uncomfortable revelations, he gave a slight, considering nod and levered himself up out of the chair at last. It still hurt, but wasn't quite as debilitating as before. He leaned heavily on his cane.

"Only for how you're feeling at the moment, because I'm likely to spit up my medications if we don't get breakfast soon." Nevermind it was practically noon now, and it was entirely possible he'd throw them back up anyway, but he'd commit homicide for a cup of tea right about then.

[driftsintobuffetline]

He was grateful to shove whatever remaining questions there were, if there were any, into a drawer for later examination. Now didn't have to be the time and Newt felt that Hermann was at least sufficiently informed without Newt feeling any more exposed. Hermann was already giving him that 'I know what makes you tick' look that he gives his chalkboard, or whatever it was, that was the look before there was a flurry of writing, like a lightbulb went off in his head. It was disconcerting to be pieced together like an equation.

As Hermann stood, Newt hefted himself to his feet, trying to evaluate in that moment if his lab partner needed someone to lean on, or if they could reach the lobby as is. Hermann wasn't in top form, but he didn't look like he was going to fall over soon...hopefully. Maybe. His own leg was just a dull ache, far less than it had been, so wasn't impossible to shoulder both bags now. "I'll get our stuff, but are you going to be okay on your own, or do you want a hand?" And then, teasingly, "I could still see about a bellhop's cart for you~"

[mathemagier]

Naturally, Newton grabbed up their bags before he did, and he threw the man a scowl for the effort. Hermann waved off his offers of assistance and made for the door with a vaulting gait to compensate for muscle weakness.

"I'm fine, Newton. You are only authorized to assist me if I look to be in danger of falling over."

They made it down to the lobby without incident, and Hermann turned in the room key with considerably more grace than he'd received it. The smile he got in turn was incredibly forced, and he turned from the desk with a low grumble.

"Well next time perhaps they won't give us such a difficult time of it. Suppose I should call our taxi ahead of time, depending on how long the line is.."

[driftsintobuffetline]

"Only authorized?" He grumbled under his breath, bringing up the rear. Charge onward, Hermann! For crying out loud. You make it sound so official. What? Do we need to sign some sort of Drift Partner Agreement to cover the clauses of when help is and isn't permitted? "Well, then don't fall over. My hands are kind of full."

Newt was glad to be rid of the hotel and soon, De Chima in general.

"Next time? Already gunning for another go at late-check-out negotiations, huh? Wow, Herms. You enjoyed that more than I thought." He adjusted the bags in his arms and wished Qubit had found Hermann a lighter laptop. The cafe was, fortunately, not far (which was good, because Hermann definitely needed to eat like...yesterday), and once they arrived, Newt quickly hopped in line, amazed at how a city which had been under attack just last night, could still manage to have such long of a line in such a little cafe. "What do you want? Tea and...a turkey sandwich sound good?"

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