Who: Martin Collier and Lindsey McDonald What: Just a random meeting, nothing to see here, move it along When: Tuesday evening Where: Bookstore Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
He'd pretty quickly gotten a sense of Roswell and what it was all about. It didn't seem all that different from his world, save for the glaringly obvious. The overall sort of town it was, though, that was what was basically the same. Aside from the obvious, it could've been in his world or anybody else's. Would've been fascinating, really, if it weren't too basic a fact to keep focus on.
Martin Collier lived his life by the prioritization of knowledge. Everything he knew, everything he learned, was filed away somewhere -- either literally or figuratively -- because if it wasn't actively for a job, then he might need it someday. When you needed to sink your opponent -- or your own candidate, because Lord knew that was a thing, too-- with a well-placed rumor, you went to the man who knew how to find all the information nobody wanted found.
Life in Roswell worked similarly. Who was who, what they did, where they lived, all of it was already being quietly filed away in his head. Random bits of conversation he overheard were sifted through for any bit of knowledge he could gleam and then that was filed away as well. The only real difference was that he was teaching political science at the college instead of doing the same thing he'd done back home.
He was completely okay with that.
The bookstore had within days proven interesting to him. It seemed to be one of those places that a lot of people turned to, probably because it meant one way of finding out just how different their world was or wasn't from the one they were in. He didn't blame anybody in the least for wanting to know what was going on, even if most of them were less than subtle about it. He, however? His main reason for being there legitimately was the books. Even if he was just sort of wandering aimlessly.
He'd stopped to check out a display when he noticed someone doing... well, much the same thing he was, actually. Checking out the books, but also watching people. Interesting, especially since Martin was picking up that same kind of intensity. It was rare that he saw anybody like that.