[Between Jayce’s work here and Alucard’s arts restoration efforts, Viktor is intimately familiar with Libertas, fully at ease in the market square, trading ideas with vendors and artisans and alternately expressing interest in the various commodities and showing off little inventions of his own.

He spends most of his time, however, at the Memorial Park, both because it’s a location he’s fond of and because he has a project of his own taking shape here. It might not be apparent what it is, exactly, until the evening of the banquet, but Viktor can be found there in the day leading up to it, assembling rings of metal, tweaking what seems to be a projection unit and a motor. He (and Jayce) can easily be found going over blueprints and directing workers to move and place heavier pieces that he can’t.

Ever the perfectionist, Viktor makes adjustments right up until the start of the event, bent over into the inner workings of the sphere, even in his formal wear. Probably he’s going to get grease on it. As soon as he hears someone approach, he’s quick to thrust his free hand out behind him.]

The wrench, there. Hand it to me.

[If you, perhaps, had the idea that Viktor is kind of Bad at Parties, you would be right. He cleans up acceptably at least, but a formal waistcoat and an attempt to tame his hair does nothing to mask his general air of discomfort. Still, he seems in higher spirits than usual, though he is a bit of a wallflower when not on Jayce’s arm. As him about the armillary sphere or any of his projects, however, and you’re in for an earful.

Though he’s clearly someone who probably has not gone to any kind of social engagement in many years before arriving to Abraxas, he does his very best to mingle, especially if you’re a new face. Maybe it's forward, but Viktor doesn't seem to find anything wrong with acknowledging the elephant in the room, even tangentially.]

It seems strange to celebrate, after all that.

[He otherwise takes advantage of any comfortable seating, and after nursing a few drinks is largely amenable to making conversation. You might even convince him to dance, provided you’re able to be patient with him (he is not, as one imagines, a very adept dancer).]

[The seat next to you is empty. It stays empty, for probably longer than is polite. Maybe several artistic displays come and go before the chair’s ostensible owner makes an appearance, mid-someone’s performance, which is probably rude.]

Excuse me.

[Viktor is not particularly graceful about pulling out the chair and sinking into it, all bony elbows and disregard for his own lack of punctuality. This is, clearly, a guy who does not care at all about any incidents he might be causing. Possibly he was checking on the armillary again (there is a smudge of grease on his face).]

Has it been long since they’ve begun?

[Not that he, you know, cares about that, or anything.]

[Hit me up with anything you like! My plotting post is here, or you can nab me at whitticus.]