Knock, knock. Who's there? Milton Fine. Milton who?

[finediddlyine]

*dingalingaling* Professor Milton Fine steps back from the bell hanging beside the old fancy dress costumer's front gate, letting his hand fall from the rope he just used to ring it. The entire place looks old; a pointless waste of human endeavour

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[jla_villains]

A voice speaks from a comms system by the gate, that should by rights by devoid of electricity. "Who are you, sirrah? This business is closed."

[finediddlyine]

Fine puts his face near the comm, despite knowing that it has nothing to do with the inhabitant of the shop's awareness of where he is, or what he's saying.

"My name is Professor Milton Fine."

[jla_villains]

"Who? I am expecting no Professor at this late hour." The voice is rich, and thick with ham.

[finediddlyine]

"I represent a Society. The Society." Fine is hoping that he doesn't have to say anything more to this Central City alumni, because it looks like rain is coming, and his human side has never quite favoured the rain.

"I will only speak more upon entry to your premises."