Methos sat in the lobby, eying the elevator as he waited for Rose. He was looking forward to seeing the woman again. Although apparently that was becoming something of a theme for him in the village. Meeting interesting women. Bela. Helen. Rose. That was something that seldom happened to him. He was no slouch when it came to women, but he was still
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When the lift doors opened she glanced around and saw him waiting for her. "Hullo. You settlin' all right in the village?"
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"I'm settling in alright. I've procured a part-time job at the antiques store, already."
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Methos brightened a bit, "But that's sort of exciting, isn't it? Trying to decipher things I've never seen before?"
Especially for him, when so little was ever a genuinely a unique experience.
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6'4" with black hair to his knees. Ears. Velvet tunic in late Renaissance style (more or less) and all that goes with it.
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"Evening."
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It was not a brilliant conversational gambit, but genuine and logical.
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Methos wondered idly if the man was familiar with the common handshake or not. Judging by his attire and clearly non-human attributes, he might not be. However, if he'd been among the modern people of the village he'd more than likely learned a few things, even if he hadn't been familiar with the custom previously. Hence the reason Methos then held out his hand.
"Adam Pierson, pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
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