The Gentleman (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} knocks_twice) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} sabra_la_tau,@ 2011-11-12 16:14:00 |
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Where: Sitting on top of Apus
When: Day 288, evening
What: Chilling, RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN
[A dapper, elderly man sits on the edge of the Apus dorms roof. He doesn't seem overly remarkable past his presence... a well tended hat and immaculate suit, polished dress shoes... but there's something about him that ... makes him hard to look directly AT.
He has a rather fancy, bottled beer sitting next to him, and is idly pulling on a fishing pole now and then. The line is... down into the hole that swallowed Cygnus.
He's humming a rather cheerful ditty, as if it was a fine day for fishing.]