I'm gonna rock a last dance tonight, night

[mathemagier]

WHO: Hermann, Qubit, and Newton
WHERE: Bavaria Germany
WHEN: (Forward-dated) September 26th
WHAT: An unplanned trip to Germany as a result of unintentional power experimentation and Oktoberfest.
WARNINGS: Alcohol, swearing


The temperature strikes him first, and a shiver crawls up his spine and along his arms. Hermann shudders and lifts his head to stare out across the Garmisch valley, abruptly tired and unable to quite believe the cold ground beneath his hands.

One moment he had been staring at his laptop screen, feeling just a little homesick and considering when to ask about international travel, then in the next he was here, thirty degrees colder and facing the ground. Two problems were immediately apparent. One: he didn't have his cane, and two: he could really use a respectable jacket. Thank god he'd gone through the trouble of acquiring a bank card.

..Three, the drift was letting him know in no uncertain terms that Newton was a few countries and an ocean away. Lovely.

Hermann shivered again and sat back. For several moments, he was conflicted. He wanted to stay now that he was here, but he'd also come wholly unprepared and he'd always intended to bring Newton with him. So it was with great reluctance that he closed his eyes and attempted to recreate the criteria that brought him here to start with. Teleporting shouldn't have been possible without his calculations, but evidently it was.

Except of course, it refused to work for a return trip. Was he missing something? Coordinates, mental image- or did he simply not possess enough energy to go back? Hermann frowned, and after several chilly minutes of futility, finally conceded to a temporary visit and pulled out his phone.

First things first.

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Hermann was halfway to checking his phone for any text along that vein, but paused as Newton held his jacket open for him. He snatched it out of his hands with a huff and shrugged it on himself, and focused pointedly on the zipper while Newton explained. It was a good thing he'd already briefed Qubit on their issue with distance. Even so, that particular implication made them sound ridiculously interdependent.

Which alright, wasn't far from the truth, but hardly conversational.

"Oktoberfest- is it really?" And considering just how much more of his life he'd spent in Germany than Newton, he really should've known. Hermann peered through the portal, suddenly indecisive. Newton was here, he had his cane, they were in Germany already, and who knew if they'd be able to get clearance to return after this..

But then there was Qubit. "We already dragged the poor man out into a foreign country, I'm sure he'd rather be back home."

No matter how much he insisted it wasn't any trouble, the man had manners and they kept relying on him. "Although I do have a license now, so renting a car to drive to Munich wouldn't be difficult.."

[superposition]

"You've got to be kidding me," Qubit groaned under his breath, dragging a hand down his face. Oktoberfest? Really? It figured Newt would decide something like that on ten seconds' notice, but the truly incredible thing was that Hermann was going along with it. What was he supposed to do, just leave them there and come back later to pick them up? (Theoretically Hermann could just come back the way he came, but could he teleport Newt with him? What would even happen if he tried it after drinking? There was no telling if they could get back to De Chima reliably on their own.) Rescuing a friend was one thing, but picking them up from a party actually did sound like a pain.

Maybe he could talk them out of it. At least one of them had to realize this was a bad idea, didn't they? "It's ten in the morning!" he exclaimed, incredulous that he was even having to point that out. "You can't be seriously considering this. You're just going to lose the whole day, and that's in the best case."

He was... not factoring in that it was Saturday. Or that most people took Saturdays off. Or that it was not ten AM in Germany. Or even whether he'd like to go to Oktoberfest himself - somehow it hadn't really occurred to him that he was invited as more than the designated driver.