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Jan. 1st, 2035 12:26 pm
driftsintobuffetline: (trying to explain)
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Date: 2015-09-23 06:57 am (UTC)
mathemagier: u kno not 2 whom u spek (Peasant)
From: [personal profile] mathemagier
[A flash of guilt spikes through despite the fact this whole 'trip' is accidental]

Garmisch, Germany.

Date: 2015-09-23 07:10 am (UTC)
mathemagier: this is my predictive model- no touchie (Explain a thing)
From: [personal profile] mathemagier
[Well at least he'd caught the part where he said it was unintentional]

I was considering a request to travel here sometime. ..But it seems my teleportation ability isn't quite as complex as we'd thought. Or rather, there is a simpler application for it. I can say with some certainty it's more exhausting, and I suspect it may be why I can't return immediately.

[Of course right now, he's sitting on the cold ground and wondering if it's possible he could summon his cane, because he's not getting far without it]

Date: 2015-09-23 07:37 am (UTC)
mathemagier: with your shit Newton (634.71% done)
From: [personal profile] mathemagier
Yes.

[To most of that, but especially the applications part]

It's not dark yet. I'm dressed, if that's what you were getting at. [That is absolutely a scowl you hear, Newton] Unfortunately, I'm lacking in a few key things, as I'd 'left' rather abruptly.

Date: 2015-09-23 08:13 am (UTC)
mathemagier: are you hitting on me (Does not compute)
From: [personal profile] mathemagier
Newton? [Checks to make sure the call's still connected, and quietly freezes while Newton's away. Sizes up a tree and decides he could probably get a decent cane-shaped stick out of a branch with some persuasion.

The lecture he'd been silently constructing in his mind flees in the face of Newton's unsteadiness]


Cold. [A shame to his heritage, but true] I can try to get to Munich and book a flight back.

Date: 2015-09-23 08:35 am (UTC)
mathemagier: stop and go (Red light)
From: [personal profile] mathemagier
[It's a twelve hour flight and it would take at least an hour to drive to Munich. And that's provided he gets on a plane immediately.

Did Newton walk away to get sick? That's definitely concerning. He doesn't feel nauseous yet, but.. Refractory period. Not even going to dignify that with an answer, though it is a fair question]


Newton, we've bothered that man enough.

Date: 2015-09-23 08:53 am (UTC)
mathemagier: intensely doesn't care (Zero fucks)
From: [personal profile] mathemagier
[Wincing and yes alright, it's kind of an emergency.]

I'm certain it doesn't work that way. But very well, I'll text you my coordinates.

[He really doesn't have any other quick solutions. Estimates at least six hours of rest would be necessary before he might be able to teleport back. But if Qubit can't get to them, they'll work through those hours]

audio > text

Date: 2015-09-23 05:24 pm (UTC)
mathemagier: shit's gotten real (Oh god)
From: [personal profile] mathemagier
For the last time, it wasn't intentional.

[But he sighs as a steady beep informs him he's on hold, and decides to wait until he hears back from Newton before attempting to replicate his cane with a tree branch. Which is unfortunate, because he'd really like to find the nearest public building and warm up.

Hermann suspects he wouldn't get far in the endeavor though, as an undercurrent of panic wells up in his chest and threatens to overwhelm him. He's suddenly acutely paranoid and his fingers can't seem to stop twisting into grass or curling into themselves. He breathes, willing himself not to feel sick, and knows this must be much worse for Newton.

He occupies himself for a few moments with the self-appointed task of sending a text]


47.496873, 11.075778. Bring my cane and the thickest jacket in my closet. One for yourself as well.

[And now he could only wait and silently pray Qubit wouldn't mind doing this one more thing for them, because six hours is suddenly a very long time]
Edited Date: 2015-09-23 05:41 pm (UTC)

Date: 2015-09-27 12:19 am (UTC)
mathemagier: intensely doesn't care (Zero fucks)
From: [personal profile] mathemagier
[The call disconnects, and a text follows up a moment later]

Qubit's here.
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