[oom] The Second Full Moon

[riversinger]

She started as soon as he left, working through the afternoon and into night.  Bar was very accommodating, and seemed to take a bit of enjoyment out of her list of possible ideas.

They started with the basic floor plan.  An open floor plan, doubling the size of the flat.  Ceilings pushed to twelve feet, harsh edges softened with a gentle organic

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[hatchingviper]

There was a knock on the door.

...again mun tries to describe personality with a knock. Again fails. It's... knocking. Even, regular, and just wanting to be heard.

[riversinger]

River starts awake. No, that wasn't a dream.

She places a marker in the book and walks to the door in her bare feet, wrapping the shawl around her shoulders.

She opens the door. "Yes?"

[hatchingviper]

Deitmar looks at the door number once more, at her, and casts one more glance at the room behind her.

"You must be Dr. Song. I'm," just a shade of hesitation, "Deitmar. I didn't think Ryan would be in?"

It is a question. Ryan might have changed his habits somewhat; there is a window.

[riversinger]

"Deitmar, hello, so nice to meet you." Pack, Richard said. That word held weight for him. She opens the door wide.

"Please come in, and call me River. Richard won't be back until tomorrow, some time."

Of course, he already knows that. She knows he knows that.

[hatchingviper]

"You don't try to go with him." That was definitely a shade of approval in his even, precise tones. Deitmar enters, taking in the full extent of the remodeling with a glance.

"Ryan mentioned you're fairly new to the place, as time here goes. I trust the experience has been pleasant enough."

[riversinger]

River closes the door behind him, raising an appraising eyebrow. Someone fancies himself an alpha. She watches him as he eyes the changes, one hand at her hip.

"It has been it's own kind of adventure. Can I offer you something to drink? I was just about to put the kettle on."

[hatchingviper]

He was just thinking that! With a slightly different pronoun, and much much much more willingness to let it happen--the position of Ryan's mate was completely uncoveted.

"Milliways is often like that, at the beginning. Thank you, that would be generous." She'd looked a little tired, to him, but he didn't want to interrupt a morning routine.

[riversinger]

She steps into the kitchen, hoping and praying that Bar at least stocked the tea tins. Yes! Thank heavens. Milk and sugar too. She offers up a silent thanks as she fills the kettle from the tap.

"Were you expecting Richard?"

[hatchingviper]

"Not with any great sense he'd be here." He crossed over to look at the light projection on the wall over the desk with some curiosity, then reached out to tap the moon phase. "I know.

"But I wasn't expecting to disturb you."

[riversinger]

"Mmm." For some reason, she's not certain she buys that.

She swirls hot water in the pot and pours it into the sink, following it up with a few spoons of loose tea leaves. She lets her hands go through the motions as she watches the young man.

"This feels rather awkward without him here to intermediate, don't you think?"

[hatchingviper]

"No," said Wesker, although whether that was because he was sensitive like brick to emotion in the air, or whether he really didn't mind crashing in on his... adopted alpha's girlfriend was open for interpretation. "We would bore Ryan anyway as soon as one of us began talking about something of academic interest." He glanced over the books on the nearest shelf. "Not that I think I have much news for you. My world's time is in the nineteen-seventies."

[riversinger]

Well, then.

She fills the kettle and finds two mugs, assembling a tray with all the accoutrements, bringing them to the small table.

The shelves he's looking at are filled with an assortment of books, most names and even languages he has never seen before. But there is also some Shakespeare, Emmanuel Kant and someone called Stephen Hawking.

"That depends on what kind of academic interests you have. I'll admit, he doesn't care much for quantum theory, but that's the point at which physics almost become philosophy anyway, so we find our way. Mid twentieth century. Earth, then?"

[hatchingviper]

The glance she gets is nearly surprised. "I can make his eyes glaze over in something under a minute," Deitmar says, joining her at the table and leaving the lovely books he wants to read ♥. "I'm a biologist, with a narrow focus on cellular biology and genetics.

"Yes, earth. From conversation with other patrons, mine is not too far outside the range of most at the same time. Average technology, for the most part."

[riversinger]

"Interesting. Cellular biology and genetics. Were you as curious as I was when you first found out he was a werewolf?"

She pours their tea, and leans on her elbows, rather curious to hear his answer.

[hatchingviper]

"I convinced him to go down to the clinic the first chance I got so that I could guess whether he was infectious or not," Wesker admitted, "and checked his brainwaves while I was at it--we didn't know how his state and 'werewolf' interacted. But I wasn't permitted to keep data or samples, then, and we had a time limit to answer minimal questions. I was able to do very little further.

"I think much of that time was still while he was adjusting to it himself. There were many things to learn." His face is cold, his eyes are hard with some memory. But then it's gone. He sips tea.

[riversinger]

River listens intently. She meets his gaze, blinking occasionally. She can hear/see Richard's description of the young man again. Pack. She knows why now.

It warms her to think that Deitmar was here to take care of him before she arrived. She's glad there was someone for him, in that horrific period of adjustment.

"Did you ever get a determination on whether or not he's infectious?"

She leaves the words 'Thank you' unspoken. She's not sure he'd appreciate them.