Will work for.... well, whatever. [OTA, tag Robin Hood, backdated to this afternoon]

[zombiefingers]

It seemed that all M did these days was shuffle around, rain snow sleet and hail, shuffle shuffle shuffle and... shuffle. Various places of business were open to him, but he couldn't do anything with most of them, one could only hope that it would be all in due time, he had the inkling that he would've killed for a bagel

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[lordoflocksley]

Robin heard the bell ring and he came out from the back. He saw the man and paused. He looked... sickly. He, himself, was dressed in leather as he made his way toward the man.

"Can I help you?" His voice carried an English accent to it, but nothing recent.

[zombiefingers]

While M looked sickly, the guy who stood there looked like something out of a Renaissance Faire.. But he wasn't one to judge, maybe make facetious remarks, but on the judging front it was a simple matter of if he wanted to be the pot or the kettle.

"Just... looking." He replied, gray mouth twitching slightly in what he hoped was a smile. "What's... this place?" It looked like some travel agency, but there wasn't any planes in this place and if it was one thing M knew from his 8 years at JFK, it was planes.

[lordoflocksley]

When he spoke, it was definitely a surprise. It sounded as if the man was having a hard time forming the words. It made Robin more certain that the man was suffering from some sort of affliction.

"This is the Welcome Center. It's here to help new arrivals adjust to the village. Help them get settled in and deal with things like the existence of magic or of time differences."

[zombiefingers]

The words 'Welcome Center' hit a pleasant note with M. It had been a long time since he had been welcomed, even if he hadn't actually been personally by the Renaissance Faire guy. "Sounds....." He paused for thought, going with the simplest word for now. "....nice."

"...Big business...?"