In front of City Hall, early afternoon.

[cat_in_the_box]

For a moment, it appeared an average day at City Hall. Bureaucracy worked, didn't work, and passed around pointless papers. The weather went as it did, as it always had.

Everything normal.

Then you blinked, and there was someone there that wasn't there before, with a backpack and an old army surplus steamer trunk. His cat ears twitched as he looked around the town and smiled, toothily.

[[OOC:Open, please!]]