In-Person: Janus/Atticus
Janus showed up in the kitchen, one second not and one second there, a hand on the fridge door he distinctly remembered from his previous visit. He brought with him a strong, faintly unpleasant scent of heated rock (a thing you'd be familiar with on certain Pacific islands, or perhaps if you'd been inside a glassmaker's kiln). His fingers were a little smokey, indicative because they hissed when he put them on the fridge door. He took his hand off the handle and gave it a mild shake to cool it off, looking around the kitchen to see if Atticus was in it.