Who: Pollux Black & OTA What: Looking for a decent meal. Where:Hinkles When: Now. Warnings | Status: TBD | in progress
Having only the possessions on his back, Pollux took no more than a day to 'settle in' to the lodgings he was provided by the city. That wasn't to say he was at all accustomed to the changes the city wrought, his location, or the fact he'd been brought here against his will and against his knowledge. The next step that came with his displacement though, was locating food and probably another set of clothing. He hadn't the least clue where to begin. And frankly, if he was being honest with himself, he didn't want to look.
The autocars were loud, fast, and zoomed by with a frightful noise that set his nerves on end and left him shaking. To say he was afraid would be the truth. To say he didn't want to turn around and go back to the apartment immediately would be a lie. But he was hungry, and starving wouldn't serve him any better than hiding would. So he sucked up his fear and moved slowly through the city, with the caution of a man who was wary, and likely to pull the trigger on the first magical evocation that came to mind, if he felt he was being threatened.
Which included several autocars, an incident with the strange lights at the street crossing, and a lot of angry accusations. But he finally came upon a diner that--while not nearly suitable by any standards--offered hot tea, and was marginally close to the lodgings. He slid through the door with the grace of a noble and looked around, before taking a seat. The menu provided nothing even remotely edible, which left Pollux with three slices of tomato, a plate of cottage cheese, and a cup of really terrible--but hot--tea.
And also a newspaper. But he stared, ignoring the tea, and looked at the date on the upper corner.