week 0 - hermann - monday

[completelycrazy]

[Well.

This certainly is a pickle.

Newt hangs out on the outskirts as that kid--Max? Like what's-his-name the Australian jerk's dog. Great. Max does his spiel and then it's done and, first step: Gotta talk to Hermann. Double great.

Once he susses out his partner in the crowd, Newt grabs him by the arm and starts tugging him off in the direction of the nearest private-ish place. Otter Nonsense it is. Unless you have a better suggestion, Hermann??]

Hey, look, we gotta talk. [He says it with an implied "so get over your butthurt on the whole dying thing, dude." Not saying it outright is enough of an olive branch.]

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[byjove]

[Hermann makes a customary protest to being dragged by the arm, but only until he gets his pace to match Newt's. If the other scientist hadn't found him, he would've gone looking himself.

It's true, they do need to talk.

... He supposes he can ignore the fact that Newton got him killed long enough to strategize.]

About this game, I presume. What exactly were you thinking?

[He's going to make sure they're on a similar page before he tips his own hand.]