[Arcane is going to come out and be like by the way, there's a nice beach on this side of Piltover, and I'm going to shrivel up.]
Why not.
[He is a man of science, after all. He raises his left arm to fiddle with the IRIS. After a few moments, the beach flickers back and forth. The warm, bright and sunny, crisp blue of the beach shifts into violet and purple, dim. Night time. It isn't a beach. It's a horizontal dock attached to the edge of a clean stone port.]
[LMFKJSHDGK WHY IS THIS SO REAL THOUGH the way I looked back at my pre-Fontaine threads and was like DAMN I REALLY HAD THE AUDACITY TO MAKE ASSUMPTIONS
Anyway (handshakes) him in Man Of Science. Luke watches him fiddle, looking around at the new scenery.]
[He ponders for a few moments, and then tries to do some experimental tweaking. The colors grow warm as--the sun rises? Or, maybe, the scenery shifts from night to day.]
There is so much you could do with something like this. It's incredible.
[Luke's content just to watch, for now; his gaze darts over the scenery, taking it in.]
The closest thing I've seen to something like this is an art exhibit I went to. But even then, the projections were all pre-planned. It didn't just... react to something in your mind.
[He's pondering. The scenery of the dock isn't so bad. Piltover looks like a quiet, very elegant place. Clean? Wholesome. Viktor continues trying to tweak what he can.
And then the room flickers as a whole. The dock, the water, the skyline all vanish in a blink, replaced with a void of organic membranes and a low and vibrating hum, some sort of primordial groan, before it returns again to the dock.
Viktor is aware, too, and he jolts in surprise by the sudden onslaught.]
You've never seen it before? [Hmm. That seems... not true, really, but his tone is gentle. He'll take over the controls anyway, fiddling with them until the room shifts--this time, to a warm, cozy antique shop.]
ALSO HELLO? Why is every single simulation from someone else he sees 100% more interesting than his own?! He's racing off!! At a stilted pace. Like he thinks his ass is really in this shop.
He's free to poke around! It's mostly antiques (at least, 2030's idea of antiques), but there's a very modern, futuristic workspace at the desk. Luke seems perfectly content to him poke around at all the cameras, lamps, TVs, whatever catches his interest.]
[EXCITED BY ALL THESE LIL TRINKETS AND BAUBLES... He probably looks through something glass from the opposite side and it distorts his face like those crunchy cat videos with the warbly filters.]
This room is incredible. There is so much we could utilize something like this for.
[NOOO NOT THE GLASS I'M SO MAD THAT YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD TOMORROW :BEEGUN:]
It's my shop, actually! Time's Antiquities. [He glances around at the objects he's manifested, putting his hands in his pockets.] I buy and sell antiques, or I repair them, things like that.
He straightens up with piqued interest. HELLO?] Then we are... cousins in jobs, I guess. [Antique collector, seller, and repairer, and...... magical tech inventor.]
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Why not.
[He is a man of science, after all. He raises his left arm to fiddle with the IRIS. After a few moments, the beach flickers back and forth. The warm, bright and sunny, crisp blue of the beach shifts into violet and purple, dim. Night time. It isn't a beach. It's a horizontal dock attached to the edge of a clean stone port.]
--Oh. Um. Almost.
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Anyway (handshakes) him in Man Of Science. Luke watches him fiddle, looking around at the new scenery.]
It's called Piltover, you said?
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[He ponders for a few moments, and then tries to do some experimental tweaking. The colors grow warm as--the sun rises? Or, maybe, the scenery shifts from night to day.]
There is so much you could do with something like this. It's incredible.
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The closest thing I've seen to something like this is an art exhibit I went to. But even then, the projections were all pre-planned. It didn't just... react to something in your mind.
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[He's pondering. The scenery of the dock isn't so bad. Piltover looks like a quiet, very elegant place. Clean? Wholesome. Viktor continues trying to tweak what he can.
And then the room flickers as a whole. The dock, the water, the skyline all vanish in a blink, replaced with a void of organic membranes and a low and vibrating hum, some sort of primordial groan, before it returns again to the dock.
Viktor is aware, too, and he jolts in surprise by the sudden onslaught.]
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[He would love to know more about this, but also, uh. Hm.
WELL THAT DIDN'T LOOK GOOD.]
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Viktor stands there, blinking, mouth slightly agape. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, like he's... waiting for it to somehow happen again?]
I... Did you see that?
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Yeah, I did. [...] What was it?
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I'm... not... [............um.] You... said the mechanisms of this room pull from... the mind? Memory?
[oh boy]
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As far as I know. [...] It's possible it could've been a glitch, though I haven't seen any before now.
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It was a strange glitch...
[This is fine. He waits a few moments more, but nothing else happens. Okay, well.]
Perhaps... it's your turn then.
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You've never seen it before? [Hmm. That seems... not true, really, but his tone is gentle. He'll take over the controls anyway, fiddling with them until the room shifts--this time, to a warm, cozy antique shop.]
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[YEA YEA
ALSO HELLO? Why is every single simulation from someone else he sees 100% more interesting than his own?! He's racing off!! At a stilted pace. Like he thinks his ass is really in this shop.
He's looking around at EVERYTHING.]
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He's free to poke around! It's mostly antiques (at least, 2030's idea of antiques), but there's a very modern, futuristic workspace at the desk. Luke seems perfectly content to him poke around at all the cameras, lamps, TVs, whatever catches his interest.]
It's pretty realistic, right?
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This room is incredible. There is so much we could utilize something like this for.
[At home, he means.]
Is this... a place you work?
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It's my shop, actually! Time's Antiquities. [He glances around at the objects he's manifested, putting his hands in his pockets.] I buy and sell antiques, or I repair them, things like that.
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He straightens up with piqued interest. HELLO?] Then we are... cousins in jobs, I guess. [Antique collector, seller, and repairer, and...... magical tech inventor.]
It's a nice shop.
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[Viktor you're never gonna believe this]
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Yes. I am. [There's some pride........but some confusion too.] Why?
[What the heck is he not going to believe, hello.]
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That's pretty cool! I tinker with things in my spare time. Gadgets and stuff--though, usually I just upgrade things I bought.
[This is such a massive understatement but don't worry about it]