Who: Tim Pecker & Cyril Bartholomew What: Meeting and a Helping Hand Where: Cyril's Auction House When: Backdated to when Tim arrived through the portal. Warnings: None
Tim had lost his mind. That was the only explanation he could think of. He was dressed in a typical navy business suit and smelt faintly of garbage, courtesy of the dumpster he had climbed out of perhaps an hour ago. It was unnerving to say the least, to find himself in a seemingly similar place without the rather determined thugs coming after him. When he had gotten the courage to peek out the dumpster, Tim found that he was alone in the alley and climbed out, heading back toward the street where he accidentally bumped into a woman and, thanks to his reflexes, caught her before she fell. She immediately began chastising him to look where he was going, calling him 'Anthony' and referring to him as her son. It thoroughly freaked Tim out, but he went along with it after a few moments and managed to get $60 from her. Just as she was handing over the money, Tim caught a glimpse of himself in a store front window and that's when he really freaked. He didn't look like himself anymore. With cash in hand, Tim bolted, running four and a half blocks before finally slowing down. When he saw his reflection again, he was back to normal.
Tim kept walking a few more blocks, wandering aimlessly, when he decided to see if the odd occurrence would happen again. He spotted a wealthy looking woman in her late twenties and took her hand. When she turned around, she threw herself on him and peppered his face with kisses. She addressed him as 'Richard', and from her comments and the ring on her finger, it seemed as though the two were married. Tim charmed her into handing over a credit card, and left her shortly there after. Now, he was just walking aimlessly through town and came across an Auction House. It reminded Tim of his collection from back home, and, on a whim, walked inside.