[ he simply nods — mostly because he doesn't trust his voice for the moment not to ask for details regardless. but as soon as he's swept the curiosity under the rug and thrown the rug in a locked room inside his head, he says, wryly, ]
Yes, indeed. Perhaps you will have a better chance with her. I've only spoken to her once, and it went... [ a half-shrug, and his eyebrows do a little wiggle that means so-so; and then there's the whole matter with silco, too, so really, maybe it's best he's not the one to try first.
still; they're close enough to lupin now that viktor focuses on getting them there, pulling the door open when they get to the bar. ]
This is owned by Vi, [ he says by the way of explanation, ] Jinx's sister. I do not know if your paths ever crossed. I only met her here.
Vi, Vi, Vi... [ Heimerdinger walks through the held-open door, muttering to himself as he tries to recall. ] Yes, I do believe I may have met a young woman by that name. I was unaware at the time that she and Jinx were sisters.
[ He's spent more time in bars over the past three years he spent in the alternate Runeterra, but he still doesn't frequent these establishments with any regularity. So he stands a bit awkwardly in the space, holding himself with too much pomp and posture as per usual. ]
Short for Violet, [ he clarifies, as heimerdinger repeats the name — and, alright, the barest recognition there is enough... and if he's not met her, well, no matter. he will do so, here.
viktor, in turn, moves between the tables easily, in a way that would make him get through a full bar mostly unnoticed if he wanted to. he makes it to a table at the back, drawing a chair for himself and sitting down with a grimace. ]
[ Heimerdinger follows Viktor through the bar, somewhat less fluidly, as he tries to look around without getting so distracted as to bump into anyone. Once they reach the back table, he climbs up onto the seat across from Viktor and gets himself settled, eyeing the other patrons of the bar. ]
Exactly... how many people are trapped in this simulation, would you say? This establishment is more crowded than I would have thought it would be.
Some of them are a part of it, [ he says, which isn't answering the question. ]
The locals have not been brought here like we have been. They exist inside this simulation — believing themselves to be a part of it, manipulated according to how the simulation changes. [ he sighs, only lightly, so as to not have the breath catch in his lungs. ]
If you are asking about those like us... hm, I have not kept an exact count, but I believe there may be close to a hundred of us.
[ the locals, of course, also look local — if someone is dressed in a strange way, chances are that is one of them. ]
You can also access the repository of messages and users on the tablet you were given. You were given one, no? You can search for people there. That is how I keep track of those here.
[ He pats his pockets and the various pouches on his belt until he finds where he had stashed his tablet, pulling it out to poke at it and turn it on. ]
A clever little device. I had been meaning to examine it further, but became somewhat distracted by the infestation of missile-bearing amphibians.
Indeed, it seems I will have nothing but time. [ Given that he has no way of knowing how to escape the simulation. And, as well, nowhere to go if he did.
For now, though, he sets the tablet aside, looking up at Viktor with a more serious expression. ]
Well, then. To business. What can you tell me of this council?
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Yes, indeed. Perhaps you will have a better chance with her. I've only spoken to her once, and it went... [ a half-shrug, and his eyebrows do a little wiggle that means so-so; and then there's the whole matter with silco, too, so really, maybe it's best he's not the one to try first.
still; they're close enough to lupin now that viktor focuses on getting them there, pulling the door open when they get to the bar. ]
This is owned by Vi, [ he says by the way of explanation, ] Jinx's sister. I do not know if your paths ever crossed. I only met her here.
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[ He's spent more time in bars over the past three years he spent in the alternate Runeterra, but he still doesn't frequent these establishments with any regularity. So he stands a bit awkwardly in the space, holding himself with too much pomp and posture as per usual. ]
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viktor, in turn, moves between the tables easily, in a way that would make him get through a full bar mostly unnoticed if he wanted to. he makes it to a table at the back, drawing a chair for himself and sitting down with a grimace. ]
We can speak freely, here.
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Exactly... how many people are trapped in this simulation, would you say? This establishment is more crowded than I would have thought it would be.
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The locals have not been brought here like we have been. They exist inside this simulation — believing themselves to be a part of it, manipulated according to how the simulation changes. [ he sighs, only lightly, so as to not have the breath catch in his lungs. ]
If you are asking about those like us... hm, I have not kept an exact count, but I believe there may be close to a hundred of us.
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Is there any clear cut way of telling who is like us and who is a part of the simulation?
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[ the locals, of course, also look local — if someone is dressed in a strange way, chances are that is one of them. ]
You can also access the repository of messages and users on the tablet you were given. You were given one, no? You can search for people there. That is how I keep track of those here.
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[ He pats his pockets and the various pouches on his belt until he finds where he had stashed his tablet, pulling it out to poke at it and turn it on. ]
A clever little device. I had been meaning to examine it further, but became somewhat distracted by the infestation of missile-bearing amphibians.
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You will have time to familiarise yourself with it, I'm sure.
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For now, though, he sets the tablet aside, looking up at Viktor with a more serious expression. ]
Well, then. To business. What can you tell me of this council?