[Viktor is slightly more accustomed to putting his name and face to his own work than he used to be, but it seems he’s still adjusting to his newfound notoriety. If asked, he’ll say that his tracking gambit to locate the kidnapped was what anyone would have done, but it’s clear that it’s gained him some attention about which he is not sure how to feel.
(He is also not quite sure how to feel about the speech from the Conclave, looking vaguely unreadable for the duration—or maybe it’s just general discomfort with the giant cardboard heads).
But given the fact that he’s an inventor and also a small business owner currently expanding to Aquila, it seems prudent to have representation on this day in particular. There’s a small display outside of the Rio Enterprises, where Viktor is happy to talk at length about his current work—everything from equipment for desert hunters to small clockwork objects, enchanted to the user’s specifications, to more esoteric plans that haven’t yet come to fruition.
Later in the day, he can be found at his armillary sphere, making sure that everything is running smoothly and taking in the atmosphere.]
ii. at the old public hall
[When he does escape the various presentations and festivities, it’s for a very important reason. Jaskier has a concert later in the evening, and a long-discussed plan is coming to fruition. Viktor holes up in the Old Public Hall. Those who try to peek in during the day will find the place chaos, equipment everywhere, wires and cables snaking around the floor, and what appear to be rudimentary speakers and microphones.
It is probably not difficult to guess what may or may not be happening here. This is an important concert, and Jaskier wants it immortalized. Viktor is only happy to oblige.
Ever the perfectionist, he continues to make adjustments even if someone (you) is trying to talk to him, bent into the inner workings of something-or-other. Probably he’s got grease on his face. 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.
iii. wildcard
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viktor | ota
ii. at the old public hall
iii. wildcard