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viktor and pal | we do what we want door event edition

[mehanizovati]

[very like the trench to kill you then make you chose a door like a bad gameshow. viktor's still unclear about the whole dying thing, runs a hand over his face and just sort of lets it go. something to figure out later, preferably with less drama. he feels bad that pal will have to deal with rio moping but-

well, pal is here too. he blinks, looking to his husband.] Do you have any idea how we died?

[asked very casually, because he doesn't see the point in getting frothy about it. he just leans against his cane, back to a doorway that slowly flares to life. it seems to lead to a hallway, and out the window of that hallway is a grand, shining sort of city, airships and tall brass. one pal knows vaguely now from dream sharing, from memories, from viktor lying beside him and trying to describe it. poorly, the man is not the writer of their union.

there's that underlined understanding looking upon the door that this is a glimpse, a visit, trench bullshit as per usual.]

door event: cool version

[megatheorem]

[Well at least it's been a while since he randomly died, Palamedes thinks. This one he finds to be-- marginally less traumatic, if only because he wakes up seemingly a few moments later, and Viktor is here and being kind of bored about it. Palamedes shrugs, looking down at himself and then up and down Viktor to see if there are any overt Signs... of Bullshit...]

No idea. Chalk that up to "it's Tuesday," I suppose. Is it Tuesday?

[Does It Matter, in Trench, no. But since this is Tuesday's brand, he simply turns to the view as well, blinking in only mild surprise. He does recognize the skyline of Viktor's questionable home; he wonders what they're supposed to do with the sights this time.

And also, since this is usually not,] Is it real?

[mehanizovati]

[the fact neither of them seem horrified, traumatized or in any sort of abnormal pain eases any further concerns. so, trench bullshit. that was better than if they got torn apart by something and now have to live with the memory of what it's to have their entrails chewed on.]

Our combined ability to remember the day of the week is concerning. [said like he isn't concerned. who cares about keeping track of time, they had shit to do. his eyes run over the door though, lips thinning.

he lifts his cane to tap the frame. it is indeed solid.] My working theory is it will feel real at the very least. If it is actually a portal to my world... I doubt it.

[also where's the door to the sixth? viktor thinks the trench is being PA to pal again. again, a regular tuesday.]

[megatheorem]

I'll buy you a desk calendar.

[Ha ha. It will have trite little aphorisms on it, and everything! Look forward to it. Then when neither of them remember to change the date anyway, it will come full circle.

But to business: they're not squids, so it's a net positive in the death department, and additionally, makes it much easier to scurry around Piltover. Palamedes hums and tilts to one side, to peer around the door frame and see more extravagant skyline in the distance. He's never actually been to the Third, but it's always soooo Third here. Which means it's time to offend some rich people.]

Will it feel real enough to see your old lab? I've been deprived.

[Field! Trip! Please, look at his big nerd eyes.]

[mehanizovati]

Be sure there are agonizing pictures of nauseating quotes of the day on it. [please, he'll hate it. he embraces that hate and expects nothing less from pal.

he glances to pal when he suggests that, expression going fond then amused. the idea of pal in piltover? in the academy? seeing the archives and how form and extravagance often trumped function? nothing would make viktor's day more. it'll be like hearing pal's opinions on nevermind for the first time all over again.

that and sharing his old life with pal appeals to him for sickeningly sentimental reasons.] There is only one way to find out. I do owe you a tour.

[he offers his arm, of course, and will walk confidently enough into that maybe real-maybe not world. the air without even the faintest hint of blood or whatever scent comes with blood pollution and corruption strikes him first. not unlike the first time coming up out of the zaun smog to breath fresh air.

they're in a long hallway, academics bustling this way and that, glancing over at their very odd manner of dress but enough recognizing viktor to look away again. not as snobbish as it gets but pointedly more snobbish than any place in the trench.

once it annoyed him, now it makes viktor snort.] Welcome to the Academy. They seem to be able to see us, that will be fun.

[megatheorem]

Of course. Pictures of fields, or something. With platitudes abound. I've not considered too many of the calendars in the shops in town, but that's about it, right?

[On the Sixth, their calendars are bones or something. Who knows, definitely not fields though. In any case, he is openly delighted about the sudden option of getting a whole tour! Is that rock that makes things float around? Can they float around another lab? He'll get there.

But first, naturally taking Viktor's arm and looking around curiously as they head down the hall, only really clocking that people are reacting to them when Viktor points it out. That's! ...Odd. And a first barring weird dream logic, which merits some further study, for sure. In a bit.]

Time to terrify the wildlife? [hahaha. but actually yes.] Tell me how to ruin their days, and I'll do it.

[These might not be the real, sentient versions of snobs who treated Viktor poorly, but like, it's the little things.]