( mostly closed ) when we were young the future was so bright

[darkart]

CHARACTERS: severus snape & others.
LOCATION: various.
WARNINGS: violence in the thread with edgeworth, possibly uncomfortable subject matter in the thread with william but nothing explicit.
SUMMARY: threads for people who've been arranging stuff with me or who have new stuff from the cr meme; covers this entire month/jump.
NOTES: i don't have the brainpower for making open starters this month but if you'd like to do anything send me a message and we'll get something up! come at me bros etc



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[darkart]

But of course, he'd find a much less obvious way to kill anyone who'd be missed.

"Do you have anything you'd like to ask me?" His voice edges on his forcibly patient teacher one-- yeah he can see you looking, dude, use your words. He's in a garden, plants are everywhere, is it that weird? Maybe if he was sitting here dissecting a living gnome or something, suspicious glares would be warranted.

[handelaar]

"What are you doing with those."

Nod down to the rest of the botanical crew. He'd thought the question obvious, and the fact that he did carries through in his tone.




The fact that maybe he should explain why he should give enough shits to interrogate some grumpy looking Brit for hanging out with a collection of plants - whoosh.

[darkart]

"I'm an alchemist. I'm researching what's available to me."

There, that's simple enough. And true. --More or less true. Severus has begun to default to 'alchemist', finding muggles recognize it somewhat instead of having to explain potions. 'So it's chemistry?' makes him want to scream. He doesn't mind lecturing people on principle, but it's getting really old.

[handelaar]

"Huh."

Not a judgmental "huh", even. Just "huh" - a noise that's supposed to give him time while he purses his lips and thinks it all over. The chain of thought is alchemist -> mediaeval -> not familiar with technology -> probably should be familiar with technology. And thus.

"There are labs. Or whatever."

(That's... supposed to be helpful. #youtried)

[darkart]

It's like something is trying to communicate.

"Yes," Severus says, patience tinged wry, "I'm familiar enough with them to be splitting charge of the Xenobiology and Genetics wing of the science department. Alas, it is somewhat difficult to get gardening plots to cooperate on lab tables."

[handelaar]

(Attempting!)

"Splitting charge," he repeats, but means it as an inquiry - and with that he also moves so that he's sitting down cross-legged, rather than looming a few meters above. Color him interested, in other words - even if his face doesn't say it.

"What do you need." Pause. "An' why."

Fuck if he knows what the science folks get up to.

[darkart]

Oh--? Oh. Now he has company. Severus isn't sure how he feels about this. He does his best not to look like an unfriendly cat recoiling from someone leaning in with a hand to pet it and is (thankfully) mostly successful.

"The other head is Charles Xavier, who is a geneticist. I am a sorcerer, I teach and head a house at an academy for witchcraft at home." So... there's that. Severus used to do the whole title for Hogwarts, but then Sirius started harping on 'omg somebody included you under the heading of witch ur a girl so insulting huhuhu'. Who cares.

"I'm just seeing what's here."

[handelaar]

Thankfully the fact that he's interested does not mean that he's leaning in. It just means his brows knit even more than they normally do and he probably stares a little too much, bites at his lip instead of smoking. The idea that he's suddenly company would've come to him even six months ago - it doesn't this time.

Now, he doesn't really give a shit about the sciences, but he does give a shit about the other departments, and what his own department is being used for.

He's also been here for so long that neither "sorcerer" nor "academy for witchcraft" get much more reaction than a nod. This guy had an attack tarp, he's heard of magical people here - at this point he'll just take it at face value. That doesn't really change his question though - he tries a different tack and holds out his left arm. The cut of the issued jumpsuit exposes crew nanites, and SCI » 002 » 026 stands out, inky black, against the pale inside of his forearm.

"I work here."

Which... is apparently all he thinks he needs to say on the matter.

[darkart]

Severus does not show his arm in return. He looks at the number he's offered, notes its unusually low count. He looks back up at the other man.

A somewhat dramatic silence occurs.

Then, gravely: "Congratulations."

[handelaar]

Normally that would get an amused snort in return. Today (and every day for a few jumps now) it gets a half-hearted roll of his eyes upward and a giant heave of a sigh as he lets his arms drop down into his lap.

"I can help, Jesus. If it's not for anything fucked up, or whatever."

[darkart]

Severus lifts an eyebrow and tilts his head, unruffled by the reaction.

"Possibly you could begin by introducing yourself and telling me what it is you do here," he says tolerantly. "I'm used to most people who 'work' in any department here being hired on out of desperation." Which is not an insult and thus not said in a derogative way, but it's just that he's aware of the passenger situation in general. "I don't believe I've spoken with anyone from Agriculture before."

[handelaar]

"'Cause half of damn the department's out of commission," he grumbles, and swipes a hand roughly back over his hair before turning his attention back. Introductions, right.

Goddamn he hates introductions. After rolling a shoulder he just nods, rattles it all off:

"Was The Netherlands, before I came here," which is accompanied by the flattest look don't even laugh, "personified, whatever. Doesn't matter here. Go by that, or - Ned, sometimes." Pause for breath. "Head of the department. Been head for - fifteen, twenty jumps."

It all starts blurring together, after a while.

[darkart]

Well. That's a little odd, but Severus teaches at a school whose history of magic professor is a ghost. Oddness happens. (Whether 'oddness' means 'he really is a personification of a country' or 'he's insane', who knows.)

"Netherlands," he repeats, as a greeting. "Professor Severus Snape. I've been here for three."

Which is really not a lot, so perhaps it's kind of weird that he's elbowed his way into not only leading a department but crowbarring magic into it, but he's a workaholic. A spiteful, know-it-all workaholic who is significantly less infuriating when he's busy, so it's all for the best, really.

[handelaar]

That went over much more easily than he was anticipating. He blinks, surprised - and Severus gets mental points in his favor - but recovers quickly enough and returns the introduction with his own nod. Three jumps really isn't a lot of time and while he doesn't see how magic and xenobiology necessarily fit together, it's also not his business. Literally.

So he leaves the introduction shit where it is and moves onto the more valuable topic of conversation, in his opinion. Points at the plants.

"We can grow whatever y'need, if we know what it is."

[darkart]

"Can you grow something from nothing?" Mildly incredulous. Severus is perfectly capable of cultivating his own plants, magical and mundane alike, but if there's just nothing available here, that's that. He can't will the ship to cough up a collection of seedlings from Hogwarts into his locker.

[handelaar]

"Mm." Which is supposed to be a no sort of grunt, and is followed up a beat later with a shake of his head, no. "But we've got," he pauses to jerk a thumb back toward the general direction of the storage units on the first level, "ah. Don't even know half the shit we've got in the seed banks. Some Earth stuff, lot of stuff that's close to it. Some plants I've never seen before."

[darkart]

"If you don't mind me going through it, I certainly will." Severus, despite his general attitude of 'fuck y'all', has not actually dug through anywhere he hasn't been given permission to. The overgrown lower levels of the garden is one thing, but he's left the work of others alone. Of all things, the food supply should not be meddled with.

[handelaar]

"I'd wanna," and here he pauses to shift and bite his lip, pulls out his lighter and flicks it on and off while he thinks of the right word, "supervise, or whatever. If you look through the seed banks."

It's not that he thinks Severus is going to steal away seeds, or is particularly untrustworthy. (Not that he thinks Severus is to be trusted, either - so far his impression has been on the positive side of neutral.) It's that ned himself is particularly untrusting and has a few. Issues. When it comes to possessions and the Gardens, both. Oops.

[darkart]

"I'd be concerned for the food supply if you didn't."

Severus isn't bothered by the assertion. ... If that can be considered an assertion; if anything, he's surprised by how halting and sedate Netherlands seems about what he's saying.

la la la wraps up things etc

[handelaar]

It's part mask recovery overcorrection and part grief- and stress-induced brain fog, guy's had a hard time concentrating on much of anything at all lately (thus the literal hangup he walked into) - and also partly because he's more used to bargaining than conversing and wants to see how Severus reacts to the counteroffer.



Severus. Does about the opposite of what he was expecting - not from Severus himself, just from any person who was possibly granted access to storage - he blinks and nods.

Jabs his thumb back and down toward storage and raises his brows.

(And then they did go forth and Catalogue the Seeds of .)