⚙ in person

[oftime]

[ Unaware that it's one of the last nights in New York, Dave can be found around the city throughout most of the day. He's doing some more Christmas shopping, bundled up against the cold because he is most assuredly a desert wuss and is only out because he wants to find some more things for his friends. Really, he's thankful that he didn't get a sparkly note from the Author giving him a Secret Santa, because like hell he'd know what to get them.

So he's drifting from store to store, ambling around amongst all the decorations, Christmas lights reflected off his aviators as he goes along. Occasionally he'll stop, peering into a window, or pulling his camera out to snap a picture if something strikes him. ]

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[oftime]

[ Yeah Dave spots this strange wanderer, a brow crooking up over the top of his sunglasses as he tracks the Deerstalker hat silently. Turning his camera over in his hands, he considers snapping a shot of this Sherlockian dude. He's seen some odd people since they arrived in New York, but the strange NPCs don't really have much life like the Manorites.

With the greeting, he brings his own hand up to casually pantomime the tipping of a hat back, faintly amused. ]

Been through stranger, though it's a toss-up on whether that's a fortunate thing or not. You been with the Manor long?

[stalking_horse]

Over a year, now ... [And as much as he knows people here come from some very odd backgrounds, managing stranger than getting extradimensionally kidnapped by a god-powered teenager with no clue what she's capable of -]

And with what I know of the place, I'm not sure if that makes me curious, or afraid to ask.