Leonardo da Vinci // Leonardo // Bar!
So the door opens, as doors are wont to do, and through that door comes hurtling a device the likes of which you've never seen!
...unless you've seen bicycles before.
Riding the bicycle (it appears to have a wooden frame. It's painted garishly yellow) is a young man of about 16 years of age, in bright earth tones of cotton and linen that might be worn by an artistic person with access to a lot of pigments but not a lot of quality fabric. He's also wearing the shit-eating grin of youth going way too fast.
When his environment changes, he looks up in surprise, swerves, and promptly crashes his bicycle.
CRASH.
Like that.
[OOC: If you'd rather a Niccolo Machiavelli, look here]
...unless you've seen bicycles before.
Riding the bicycle (it appears to have a wooden frame. It's painted garishly yellow) is a young man of about 16 years of age, in bright earth tones of cotton and linen that might be worn by an artistic person with access to a lot of pigments but not a lot of quality fabric. He's also wearing the shit-eating grin of youth going way too fast.
When his environment changes, he looks up in surprise, swerves, and promptly crashes his bicycle.
CRASH.
Like that.
[OOC: If you'd rather a Niccolo Machiavelli, look here]