[Newly appointed Archivist, Jonathan Sims, was having a bit of a day. The construction on the Institute (and subsequently the Archives themselves) are still ongoing. Jonah Magnus still has appearances to keep with his circle of academics and socialites, and now with an Archivist in his employ, Jonathan must also make appearances.
These days he feels as though he attends more socials than he does getting the guidelines and setup for his new job. Nevermind feeling entirely out of his depth in a social level he never even looked up to before, that he's now on the bottom fringes of and expected to know the rules in play.
It's at one such social engagement he's feeling particularly antsy. He doesn't have the breadth of clothing to choose from, and he swears he can see some eyes watching, judging for the repetition of waistcoat and jacket. He looks down at his glass nervously, trying to blend in a bit more.]
[And the retinue today was certainly important. Donors, friends. The place that was to be the library, with its sweeping arches, Greco-Roman pillars and heavy marble slabs set into the concrete foundations- had been furnished lavishly at Mr. Magnus' personal expense. Warm carpets muffled some of the sound, such that when an important investor, Mordecai Lukas and a wholly unremarkable, nervous looking servant drifted in there was nearly any noise at all. - Another pair of eyes, and then another...
Mr. Lukas hardly paid much mind. The broad and weathered face hid the set of his lips behind a ferociously voluminous - if well trimmed - beard. But these set of eyes on Jonathan Sims were cold, judging. Something about his stare, slow and ponderous as an iceberg left him feeling alone, without friends or allies in this wide room of very important strangers.]
Magnus! [Mordecai's voice carried, startling some of the clusters of conversation into silence. He didn't seem to notice. Jonah takes up a pleasant smile besides Jonathan. But Jonathan can hear the quiet, subvocal "Careful," as a warning from Mr. Magnus before he engages.]
"Good to see you, old friend." [Jonah says, both grasping each others forarms in a brief greeting.]
"I see you've finally made this livable."
"I hardly plan on living here." [Mild, good natured, though there's a hint of a rattle below it. ]
"Living on it, perhaps." [Mordecai's mustache and beard move in some way that one could guess, or perhaps hope was a smile. The man behind the towering Lukas, Jonathan might notice, is beginning to drift off, nervous eyes darting around.]
"Now, now. I'm on to my next project after this. It will be in good hands, have you met my new Archivist?"
[Now, every eye in the room was on him, raking over him for deficiencies, the weight of the responsibility, the details of his clothes, the chance of a flyaway hair-
They clawed over Jonathan Sims to know, from a simple, uncaring glance, everything about who he was.
[ The servant next to Mr. Lukas is tall and pale, saved from shabbiness only by Lukas's dislike of his servants making him look bad, but otherwise in the most drab, frugal attire imaginable. His splotch of copper hair seems runny somehow; the colour doesn't quite seem correct.
He twitches towards Lukas nervously, then peers back at this Archivist fellow. Nervous beyond belief. ]
H - hullo.
[ That gets a huff from Lukas. Servants should be seen and not heard. Or was it heard but not seen? ]
[Jonathan waits until he's certain all eyes have moved on, off of him, before letting out the heavy breath he held. His part done, he steps back, more trying to blend in with the walls if he were able to. He glances at Lukas' assistant again, having a hard time really focusing on him...]
[He'll look around, not sure if he even is allowed to, but he'll take a drink from one of the staff walking around. Just desperate to have something for his hands to do.]
Mr. Magnus trusts my capability to handle the work, therefore I shall do my best to uphold his expectations.
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Date: 2020-12-18 06:13 pm (UTC)These days he feels as though he attends more socials than he does getting the guidelines and setup for his new job. Nevermind feeling entirely out of his depth in a social level he never even looked up to before, that he's now on the bottom fringes of and expected to know the rules in play.
It's at one such social engagement he's feeling particularly antsy. He doesn't have the breadth of clothing to choose from, and he swears he can see some eyes watching, judging for the repetition of waistcoat and jacket. He looks down at his glass nervously, trying to blend in a bit more.]
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Date: 2020-12-21 03:14 pm (UTC)Mr. Lukas hardly paid much mind. The broad and weathered face hid the set of his lips behind a ferociously voluminous - if well trimmed - beard. But these set of eyes on Jonathan Sims were cold, judging. Something about his stare, slow and ponderous as an iceberg left him feeling alone, without friends or allies in this wide room of very important strangers.]
Magnus! [Mordecai's voice carried, startling some of the clusters of conversation into silence. He didn't seem to notice. Jonah takes up a pleasant smile besides Jonathan. But Jonathan can hear the quiet, subvocal "Careful," as a warning from Mr. Magnus before he engages.]
"Good to see you, old friend." [Jonah says, both grasping each others forarms in a brief greeting.]
"I see you've finally made this livable."
"I hardly plan on living here." [Mild, good natured, though there's a hint of a rattle below it. ]
"Living on it, perhaps." [Mordecai's mustache and beard move in some way that one could guess, or perhaps hope was a smile. The man behind the towering Lukas, Jonathan might notice, is beginning to drift off, nervous eyes darting around.]
"Now, now. I'm on to my next project after this. It will be in good hands, have you met my new Archivist?"
[Now, every eye in the room was on him, raking over him for deficiencies, the weight of the responsibility, the details of his clothes, the chance of a flyaway hair-
They clawed over Jonathan Sims to know, from a simple, uncaring glance, everything about who he was.
The room is silent. Waiting for him.]
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Date: 2020-12-21 04:12 pm (UTC)He nearly trips over himself stepping up, head bowed politely.]
Jonathan Sims, a pleasure.
[His voice trembles with the nervousness of someone entirely out of his depth.]
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Date: 2020-12-21 11:52 pm (UTC)He twitches towards Lukas nervously, then peers back at this Archivist fellow. Nervous beyond belief. ]
H - hullo.
[ That gets a huff from Lukas. Servants should be seen and not heard. Or was it heard but not seen? ]
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Date: 2020-12-22 11:59 am (UTC)"See? Quite the personage. I forwarded you his credentials earlier. I'm sure you've look them over."
[There's a fine tone of amusement that very much says Jonah knows no one, especially not Lukas, did.]
"But come now, Robert should be here any moment, you had a proposition..."
[They draw back, voices muting as their attention shifts to their own matters.]
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Date: 2020-12-22 12:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-23 12:38 am (UTC)It's - it's nice to meet you.
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Date: 2020-12-23 12:40 am (UTC)[Lord, he is there. He'd started to think it was a vision of some sort.]
It's nice to meet you as well.
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Date: 2020-12-23 12:44 am (UTC)[ He has an odd accent - not quite Mancunian. ]
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Date: 2020-12-23 12:48 am (UTC)I've only just taken up the position this month. I haven't gotten to quite settle into my duties yet.
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Date: 2020-12-23 01:33 am (UTC)May I inquire what exactly you were expecting?
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Date: 2020-12-23 01:37 am (UTC)Someone older? Taller?
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Date: 2020-12-23 01:52 am (UTC)[He'll look around, not sure if he even is allowed to, but he'll take a drink from one of the staff walking around. Just desperate to have something for his hands to do.]
Mr. Magnus trusts my capability to handle the work, therefore I shall do my best to uphold his expectations.
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Date: 2020-12-23 02:30 am (UTC)What sort of work is it?
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Date: 2020-12-23 02:33 am (UTC)[He takes a sip and oh. Oh he can tell by the taste he was absolutely not allowed to take one. But he has it now so.]
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Date: 2020-12-23 02:34 am (UTC)[ He drifts a little closer. ]
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Date: 2020-12-23 02:37 am (UTC)[Which is true, to an extent. But he isn't sure how well 'researching the paranormal experiences of our current world' sets well in this room.]
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