Dr. Archer | The Invisible Man (sneakingaround) wrote in vecturalogs, @ 2010-10-14 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | ichabod crane, invisible man, lucy westenra, scheherazade, shere khan, sultan's daughter |
Who: Anyone!
What: Town Meeting.
Where: Second floor, the lounge on the Fore part of the Vectura.
When: 90 minutes after Archer posts this message on the first night of arrivals.
Warnings: Super civility and hardcore being polite.
Notes: Open log!
When he had first posted his message concerning a group meeting, Archer wasn't entirely sure what to expect. The responses he got were well within that shady, unsure realm. It was pleasant to see that Mr. Evans had arrived, as he had consistently proven himself to be quite reasonable. Mr. Madin's arrival was a surprise, but perhaps not entirely unwelcome. Archer had become quite adjusted to living without companions before, and the prospect of a "friend" once more was almost unwelcome. After all, it had only distracted him when he was at Bellum Letale.
The greatest distraction was, of course, Isobel. He was still unsure of his feelings on her arrival, though he had settled on "not great." She was a distraction, through and through. If they were going to get out of this, he couldn't have her getting in the way. It'd be best for her if they kept a mutual distance, then they could return home and be perfectly safe. There was no reason to tamper with that plan.
Standing in the lounge he had named as the place for this meeting, he took a seat in one of the chairs and began to wait. He had already changed into the boring white shirt and black slacks that had been in his closet, balancing his golden spectacles on the bridge of his long nose. Though he wore the same face and carried himself with the same alien air as he had two months ago, his appearance wasn't exactly the same. Two months of meals cooked by his sister-in-law had put some much-needed weight on his bones, resulting in the once skeleton appearing to have actual mass. He was still narrow in build with delicate hands, but his ribs were no longer visible through his shirt and his arms seemed almost healthy. His hair had been cut significantly, just a small cropping of dark brown atop his head. Though he was that same man that came to Bellum, he appeared to be another one in so many ways.
Crossing one leg over the other, he leaned back in his claimed chair and waited. At the very least, he was expecting Mr. Evans. Then they could begin.