First Entrance

[windsintheeast]

FOOMP.

The latest patron hasn't come in through the door.

He's dropped in through the fireplace (and yes, the fire, for the purposes of this EP, is out).

He's tall and lanky, bestowed with an odd sort of grace despite his rather contrary appearance. His clothes have clearly seen better days; they are patched here and there, and are, like the person

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[tyler_marlocke]

Ooo-kay.

THAT IS NEW.

Little blonde boy, dressed definitely not in normal victorian clothes is staring at Bert with an open lined notebook. "Hello."

[windsintheeast]

"'Lo!" Bert replies cheerily, quickly bowing.

"'Ope I'm not bein' a bother?"

He's largely asking because if he's ended up in the wrong house (which seems like a possibility), it might lead to some trouble.

[tyler_marlocke]

"Nope, don't think so...no one's ever come in here through the chimney before. Not even Santa." The boy chirps back putting his notebook away. "Were you headed somewhere else?"

[windsintheeast]

"Only doin' me job."

Putting his cap back on, Bert takes a better look around the place.

"Don't suppose anyone 'round here needed a sweep?"

He can paint, too!

[paladinsuitsyou]

Booth blinks.

This is new.

"Right," he says, looking baffled back at the newcomer (although not so politely).

[windsintheeast]

"'Scuse me, gov'na'."

Bert bobs his head in greeting, swinging up his brush to rest on his shoulder.

"Sorry if I startled you."

[paladinsuitsyou]

"People don't, uh, come down the chimney much. Even here," Booth says. "Mostly people use the door."

He doesn't sound irritated, just...confused. He does realize he sounds rude, though so he quickly extends a hand. "I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth."

[windsintheeast]

"Must've come down the wrong chimney," Bert remarks, before taking Booth's hand.

"'M Bert. 'S lovely t' meet you."

[dazzling_future]

Bella examines the new arrival.

"You are a chimney sweep...from London, if I get your accent right. It is nice to meet you sir...I've always wanted to live in London."

She waves her hand about the Bar.

"This is Milliways. From what I've been told, people come here from all different places and times. For example, I'm Bella Moriarty. When I come from, it's January 14, 1891. Time stops while you're here, by the way, so you don't miss anything important."

[windsintheeast]

"Ain't a city like it the world, miss," he says, bowing before really taking in what she's said.

"Is that so? Well, can't say I've been 'ere before, so I suppose I oughtn't complain."

Not as if he would even if he had visited Milliways previously

Wonder if Mary'd ever conjure up a place like this.

[dazzling_future]

Bella smiles.

"Yes. That's what I've heard."

[windsintheeast]

"Wouldn't rather live anywhere else."

He smiles in kind, and, in accordance with his own standards as to manners, introduces himself.

"Me name's Bert."

[snap_time]

The sound caught Larry's attention first. And then the dust cleared.
...
......
Just as soon as he thinks of a polite way to say 'who are you and why the hell do you look like Cecil minus forty years or so?', he'll be saying it. For now? Copious amounts of blinking.

[windsintheeast]

"Evenin', gov'na."

:D?

He doesn't seem to mind the blinking in the least, looking instead happily oblivious to all resemblances to a certain former museum janitor.

[snap_time]

More 'former security guard and current janitor,' but still.
"..............Hi. Do you fall down chimneys often?"
Not the best of opening questions, but given the level of cognitive dissonance involved here... that's not too bad.

[windsintheeast]

"Not 'fall down' per se, gov', but yes. It's part o' me job."

Larry sounds American. Bert doesn't show any surprise at this, although he really is.

(Not like he can talk about accents, though.)

[heromolly]

Well, it's certainly the most original entrance Molly's ever seen.

"Wow," she blurts out, her latest artwork momentarily forgotten. "You just came in through the fireplace. That is so cool!"

[windsintheeast]

Bert grins, doing an elaborate bow.

"Glad y' thought so, miss."

There isn't any more question as to whether he's in the right place or not, but as of yet he's got nothing to object to.