First Entry Post--Otto Chriek
The door opens as Otto Chriek backs into the Inn. He doesn't notice, because he's busy taking pictures. And flinching. And flailing. Let's not forget the flinching and the flailing, which occur every single time that his salamander (which he uses to provide the flash for his camera) goes off. In between flails, Otto manages to speak, giving instructions to several people just past the doorway: "Be smiling, please...yes, yes, just lift your head a little more...turn your head just a little zis vay...yes! Perfect!"
Another flash, and this is a big one. Otto screams and turns to dust, falling just inside the threshold of the Inn. Fortunately, a vial of blood which Otto had around his neck falls and smashes onto the dust. Unfortunately, due to the Laws of Narrative Comedy, the legs of his tripod camera choose to buckle and tip at precisely that moment, so that Otto reconstitutes just in time to have his camera land right on top of him. Consequently, Otto's first word in the Inn is an undignified "OOOF!"
He picks himself up gingerly, holding the camera as if it were finest Agatean porcelain, breathing a sigh of relief and smiling once he checks it and determines that it isn't broken. Only then does he look up and take note of where he is--which is very definitely NOT the Street of Cunning Artifacers. Holding his camera as if it were a shield--though he'd NEVER use it that way, not in a million years--he looks around the room.
"Er...hello? Vere am I, please? Does anyvun know?"
Another flash, and this is a big one. Otto screams and turns to dust, falling just inside the threshold of the Inn. Fortunately, a vial of blood which Otto had around his neck falls and smashes onto the dust. Unfortunately, due to the Laws of Narrative Comedy, the legs of his tripod camera choose to buckle and tip at precisely that moment, so that Otto reconstitutes just in time to have his camera land right on top of him. Consequently, Otto's first word in the Inn is an undignified "OOOF!"
He picks himself up gingerly, holding the camera as if it were finest Agatean porcelain, breathing a sigh of relief and smiling once he checks it and determines that it isn't broken. Only then does he look up and take note of where he is--which is very definitely NOT the Street of Cunning Artifacers. Holding his camera as if it were a shield--though he'd NEVER use it that way, not in a million years--he looks around the room.
"Er...hello? Vere am I, please? Does anyvun know?"