[OPEN!]

[charismatic]

Who: Will and YOU
What:Apartment hunting and meeting/re-meeting(?) folks, hopefully.
Where: He's running all over the city and also works out a Tinker's Lot, so feel free to pick wherever.
When: Givdi/Thursday, all day.
Notes: Heyyyy, giving this a try. :|b I never have anything interesting to put in this field.
Warnings: None!

Scheduling at Tinker's Lot can be a bit tricky - there's always someone testing something, but it's hard to tell how long any particular trial is going to last. Out of the several things Will's been hired to try in the last few days, only one or two have been anything approaching successful - but it means he usually has some downtime between jobs, at least. It also means that, since he only had a couple scheduled runs this morning, he's free to spend the rest of the day looking around for a place to live once it's time to leave the Inn at the end of the week. He's not exactly sure what his budget's going to be, then, but he's got enough of an idea to ride the train around town and look at what's available.

He's still a little bit sore, but his body is readjusting as quickly as can be expected to an entirely new set of exertions and conditions, so taking a long walk (even if half of it is spent crammed into a train compartment) is probably good for him.

Comments

[thenormalsquint]

One would rightfully question just what in the world Angela is doing kneedeep in junk at Tinker's Lot when she has nothing mechanical to tinker with that would require stray parts. But one would also be wrong as the wrongest thing in Wrongtown because within a pile of junk, there is treasure to be found and with treasure, there is art to be made.

Okay, so maybe there's not much Angela can do with a rusty pipe and some weird lightbulb looking thing, but she will fight the good and keep on searching.

[molotovmartinis]

One of the things that happens after you die and become a hideous hybrid demonic creature and live for a few thousand years is a strange modification of your memory: Balthazar remembers lots of things, but not always with the greatest of detail. He is, however, good with faces, good at recognizing individuals — the ability to see people for what they are, generally speaking, is a great help there too.

So William is recognizable from Megan's party, but he has yet to connect that face with the brief text conversation they had on the network. In turn, Balthazar adjusts the field of illusions he constantly wears so that he looks more or less as he had at the party, apart from his clothing — then, it'd been more informal, but right now he's back in a three piece suit. As he passes William along the street, he pauses to do a theatrical doubletake.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" He says it with a broad, oil slick pleasant smile.