closed;

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WHO: Viktor + The P
WHAT: a kind of entrance interview
WHEN: the day after this
WHERE: Research division office
NOTES: nerd alert

Viktor is early.

It's unclear by precisely how long, as clocks don't seem to be much of a thing here, but aiming for the break of lunch hour affords him enough time to look somewhat less obliterated by the climb to the Research office; whether or not he's encountered early depends on Tony's own comings and goings. Either way, early or otherwise, he may be found seated outside the door, a weary, bent shape who makes some effort to unbend and unweary himself when another person arrives. The crutch he holds like a staff at his side is a bespoke ergonomic affair, and the metal brace hugging his right leg is of similar character: designs of practical elegance. It takes him a second to stand.

"Provost Stark," he says, by way of greeting, and turns the crutch under his arm with fluid motor memory. His gentle voice, carrying an accent somewhere within the range of Slavic, belies the seriousness of his eyebrows. He does not offer a handshake. "Thank you for making the time."

For the usual reasons, one might assume: to establish whether this newest Rifter might be a suitable candidate for Research. To discuss the principles of your division, to quote his written request.

He's barely taller than Tony; his posture brings them a little less than even.

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"OK," he says, on his way through the door. He is definitely that guy who always sounds like he's saying OK, specifically, not okay. Something in his accent, the way he nips those syllables off. There are others—yeah becomes yah, and so on—

"Thank you, sir." For the meeting, for being receptive, for the grounding sense of trajectory, for standing to see him out. "I look forward to that tour, whenever you have the time." Not professional lip service; he's ready to go, tour him now, put something in his hand so his mind can stop drilling inwards. "And I'll be sure to give the kitchen my impression of their... cheesy meat circle."