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From a plain, dim corridor lit with flickering candles, the light and noise of Milliways is startling, to say the least. A tall, thin man dressed all in faded black glances around quickly and warily, before tilting his head with a small, inscrutable smile. Well, well.
He makes his way in, upright, but supporting himself on a thin cane, and sits in an out-of-the-way booth, to look around with an air of mild interest. A rat scurries up to provide him with coffee. (Black.)
And there he sits, soaking up the familiar, half-forgotten atmosphere.
Do come and exchange pleasantries.
[OOC: Going out for a few hours in just a minute, but I'll pick up all slowtimes as soon as I'm back.
Back!
And gone again, for sleeps. Slowtimes, yes? :D]
He makes his way in, upright, but supporting himself on a thin cane, and sits in an out-of-the-way booth, to look around with an air of mild interest. A rat scurries up to provide him with coffee. (Black.)
And there he sits, soaking up the familiar, half-forgotten atmosphere.
Do come and exchange pleasantries.
[OOC: Going out for a few hours in just a minute, but I'll pick up all slowtimes as soon as I'm back.
Back!
And gone again, for sleeps. Slowtimes, yes? :D]