House call (Yes, another Frenchman - and an introduction...)

[doctor_pascal]

The carriage stops in front of the Mansion, and a man, in his mid-twenties, walks up the steps. His hair is unkempt, he is sporting a stubble, and a rare thing for a man of the 19th century, he does not wear a hat. He looks around with curious eyes, frowns, and knocks on the door.

His horses and carriage have stopped and await him - he never did

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[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac, passing through the main room, pauses to look out the window to see what n00b is actually bothering to knock. A moment later he opens the door. "Good afternoon. Really you can come straight in, there aren't formalities."

[doctor_pascal]

“Oh, Bonjour Monsieur,” A pleasant smile, a nod of a bow. “I was in fact merely stopped to ask my way. You might be able to direct me to the road to Plassans? We can’t be so far from Aix, can we?”

A fellow French man from his period, more or less. This isn’t too odd - his theory stands.

[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac grins ruefully. "You might be surprised." About the same age, too, though not nearly so respectable -- he's standing there in his shirtsleeves, for God's sake -- and under the Parisian gloss his southern accent is detectable. "Perhaps you'd better come in."

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal being a Provencal (oh, dear, would we be collecting French Southerners? Cyrano is too), he picks up the faint accent. It's even worse - he's merely thinking to have made it to an original's house.

"Merci," he says, "for the invitation, but I am expected at a patient's home very soon, and must find my way."

He extends a hand.

"Docteur Pascal." And he expects a glint of recognition, because everyone knows him, around Plassans.

[lionandboar]

Since this fellow bothered to knock, Admetus can only assume that he is new. "Please come in," he says upon opening the door, stepping aside that the gentleman might do so.

[doctor_pascal]

He’s been busy looking around, distracted, and he starts when the door opens.

“Oh,” he wonders a moment, “Oh, yes, I was merely looking for the road to Plassans. Or is this the Paradou?”

Bad manners. He shakes his head at himself.

“Forgive me, good day, sir. I am the Docteur Pascal.”

[lionandboar]

He bows. "Admetus of Pherae. I do not know those places, but I am little acquainted with this country. I cannot even say what country it may be. But please, come in."

[doctor_pascal]

"But France, of course," he says, looking at him intently. How could one not know what country they are in?

His mind races - the man must be mad. Truly and well mad. Delirium, likely, has taken hold. This gives him a very small shudder - but Pascal can hold himself.

[deadlydanvers]

Clay comes banging out the front door, looking very annoyed and therefore unaware of the growl in the back of his throat. He's figured out that he can't get away by now, and boy is he not happy about it.

He stops short upon noticing the man, blinks once, and then says shortly, "I don't suppose you're supposed to be here."

[doctor_pascal]

"No, I am not," he says, chin up - Pascal may be a good guy, but he appreciates manners.

"Tell me the way to Plassans, and I'll be out of your way, Monsieur."

[deadlydanvers]

"You can't get out," he says, tensing automatically at the chin lift. "Believe me, I tried. You're not going anywhere."

The growl rumbles again in the back of his throat as he casts his eyes past Pascal, searching the grounds. He doesn't seem to be aware of making it.

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal tenses too - because this is unnatural. He takes a step back.

"I won't stand in your way, Monsieur."

[thornofcamorr]

Locke comes out the front door and blinks at the new arrival with raised eyebrows.

"Well, hello there," he says, with a bit of a wryly amused grin. "You look lost. Not surprising."

[doctor_pascal]

"So I'm told," Pascal replies, frowning but not particularly with a strong reaction to anything (because by now he's met the other three dudes, after all).

[thornofcamorr]

Locke half smiles. "What're you, a dog-leech?"

[doctor_pascal]

"I beg your pardon?" And this is not particularly on the most polite of tones.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle's frowning a little as she goes outside, but only a little - and then she notices the newcomer and finds a smile, just for him. "Oh -! Hello. May I help you?"

[doctor_pascal]

Because she’s pretty and Pascal is a singe twenty-five year old bachelor, Pascal regrets the lack of a hat to remove for her. Instead, he bows curtly, in 19th century fashion.

“That is so very helpful,” he says, smiling. “I was hoping to have directions to the road that leads to Plassans.”