fandomtownies | The Park, Noonish

While he seems to like it quite a lot, Pippi thinks Old Man needs to get out of his dorm room and exercise more.

As such, they're taking a leisurely ride through the park.

Like ya do.

Alfred looks up to see the girl riding on the horse. If he's at all suprised, he doesn't show it. Not because he's been at Fandom a long time, but because he's Alfred.

Butlers aren't suprised by anything.

"Good afternoon my dear. I was wondering if you could help me? Only I'm a new implant and I'm afraid I'm somewhat lost."

"Good afternoon sir. I would certainly love to help you if I can. What'cha looking for?"

She turns the right way around on the horse and guides him closer to the nice men.

"I'm trying to find the Mayor's Office. I thought it would only be proper to introduce myself to him upon my arrival, but I cannot seem to find it."

[[OOC: Red got blown back to Cosmo Canyon, so the office is no longer there, if you want to RP that.]]

"Oh Mayor Red! Yes, he's nice. Well he's not often in his office I think on weekends, but he could be in his shop I can show you where that is."

She offers her hand.

"Would you like a ride?"

"Why thank you my dear. It's been a while since I rode, but I think I remember everything well enough," Alfred said as he folded the map and placed it in his bag. He levered himself up onto Old Man easily enough and wrapped his arms around the girl. "My name is Pennyworth, by the way. Alfred Pennyworth."

Pippi looked over her shoulder at Alfred.

"Pippi," she said, "Pippi Longstocking. Charmed, by my honor." she said as she had heard fine gentlemen say to fine ladies once.

Old Man set off at a leisurely pace in the direction of Red's shop.

"So what brings you to Fandom Mr. Pennyworth?"

Alfred smiled at the girl's manners. "Well, my master went away on something of a worldwide sojurn. Since I was not needed to keep the mansion running when the only resident was myself, I thought I would get out into the world for a while, so I came here to Fandom to open up a Cafe."

"You're master? Was he your teacher?" Pippi had once heard that one was never to old to learn, but she thought the gentleman was taking it a bit far.

It was a nice day (For Fandom in winter). While it was rather cold, the sun was out as Old Man meandered his way through the park.

Alfred laughed. "No, my dear. I'm a butler, the young Master Wayne was my employer. Well, I was technically his legal guardian for most of his life as well. it's rather complicated."

"Complicated?" she asks, looking over her shoulder. "Welcome to Fandom. We've got complicated for days."

Alfred seemed to be doing okay on the horse, so she gave Old Man a nudge and he advanced to a more jaunty pace.

"Oh a butler! I have a friend at school who's a butler. He's a very snappy dresser. How did you come to be a butler?"

Alfred smiled. "Family trade," he said. "My father was a butler for the Wayne family. I became their butler after my father died. He was the one who taught me everything. Where is you friend from? And do you know where he studied to be a butler?"

"I don't know where or if he had an apprenticeship of any sort..." She takes on a British Accent any Londoner would recognise. "He says he's from England. I'd say he rather talks like you."

She goes back to speaking normally.

"My Papa is the Captain of a Ship ~~and a Cannibal King~~, and he taught me everything I know about that... Well, most everything." She gives him a wink. ~~"I don't think one needs lessons about how to be a Cannibal Princess, though I'd rather eat caramel candies then people.~~"

Alfred's eyes narrow a little. "Really? Well, I'll have to keep an eye out for him. Perhaps we know some of the same people."

"It sounds like your father is a good man to teach you so well. Where are you from, exactly? I'm afraid I cannot quite place your accent."

"His name's Walter." Pippi said, completely oblivious to the narrowing eyes. "You'll know him when you see him, he's always wearing a suit."

She's not doing much witht he reigns Old Man seems to know where he's going, Pippi continues chatting with the nice friendly man who isn't scary at all.

"Oh, I'm from all over, born to the sea as it were. We traveled the world until... Well, for a good chunk of my life. But my family is from Vimmerby, Sweden. I lived there for a while in Villa Villekulla before coming here."

"Excellent. I will keep an eye out then," Alfred replied. He's still in friendly mode, of course. Scary Alfred... Pippi will know when she sees scary Alfred.

Hopefully she'll never have to see him.

"And how did you come to Fandom High, Miss Longstocking?"

"You should. I bet he'd be thrilled to have such a knowledgeable fellow as yourself with which to discuss butteling!

In responce to his question, Pippi says, "By boat of course!" she says, never dreaming that Alfred is anything other then a sweet perfect gentleman who is never scary or harsh.

"My friend Annika helped me find this school. The one back home... Wasn't working out unfortunately. She seemed to think Fandom was just the kind of school for me. I just started here this semester. I think I'm going to be okay here. I even rather like my classes."

Alfred laughed. "Of course, how silly of me. I'm glad to hear that you like this place so much. Perhaps I will like it as well. What classes are you taking?"

"Beginner's Math, Gardening, Greature Languages, and Intro To Archeology." she answered as Old Man exited the park and made his way down the road.

"I didn't think I was going to be any good at Math, but our teacher is the best! He's very good at explaining things. ~~Even though his mun hates me for asking questions about chaos theory as applied to the movements of 250,000 supperballs bouncing down a stairwell.~~"

"Fascinating. It's always good to sample a wide variety of subjects when young and in school. Take it from an old man who is glad he did."

"That's just what Walter said! A 'well rounded education' he called it... Oh here... we... are..."

Old Man pulled up to an empty lot where Red's shop used to be.

"... Well, that's curious."

Alfred is, of course, not at all surprised. "That is curious. I suppose I will have to wait until the mayor has returned with his building. Or at least until a new one is elected. I don't suppose I could talk you into taking me back to the park? Only I'm meeting my associates there so we can move into the restaurant."

"That's to bad, Mayor Red was so nice."

She shrugged.

"Of course Mr. Pennyworth. No problem. Come on Old Man, back to the pond."

Old Man wheeled around and headed back to the Park.

"So where did you recieve your well rounded education Mr. Pennyworth? Or were you homeschooled? I was homeschooled for a number of years by my Papa's First Mate Fredolf... Well, more like shipschooled. Poor Fredolf, I was quite a handful back then."

"Well, I learned how to buttle from my father. However, I have also learned a great many things from a great many places. I have degrees from Oxford University, as well as a great deal of practical experience. I've traveled the world quite extensively in one of my previous professions. Though I'm afraid I can't tell you what, or I'd have to kill you," he said, smiling.

"It might be fun to see you try big boy." *wink*

"Oh. One of those huh? Yeah, you'll get on with Walter swimmingly I think." she grinned and then crinkled her nose, "What's the good of traveling the world if you can't tell any good stories about it?"

She looked up at the sky, the clouds were rolling in.

"It looks like it may rain Mr. Pennyworth. Are you sure you'll be okay in the park? Do you have an umbrella?"

Alfred laughed. "I'll tell you what, my dear. Once I get my restaurant up and running, I'll think of some good stories that I wouldn't have to kill you for. Then you can come around and I'll brew you up a nice cup of tea and tell you all about them."

Alfred glanced back up at the sky.

"It looks like it might indeed. Don't worry though, I checked the weather reports before I came over and made sure to unpack my umbrella. Thank you, though."

Pippi claps her hands.

"Wonderful! I can't wait." Pippi was more partial to coffee then tea, but Alfred sounded English, and Pippi knew better then to refuse a proper pot of tea from a proper Englishman such as Alfred.

"Who are you meeting? If you don't mind my asking? And by 'don't mind', I mean 'don't have to kill me for'." she asked with a smirk.

Alfred laughed. "Just some movers. They're helping me move into my restaurant. I may go on a stroll around Fandom later, though. I wish to learn as much as I can of this place."

"Weeeeell, there's a lot to learn Mr. Pennyworth. A whole lot to learn."

Old Man was nearing the pond again.

"A lot of people usually end up at Caritas in the evening I think. Unless it's an off night, you should meet quite a lot of people from the School and around town."

"I may do that, my dear. I also wish to seek this place... "Jeff the God of Biscuts"? I do enjoy a well made baked good now and then.

"Oh yes. Jeff, God of Biscuts is a kind and benevolent God! There's actually supposed to be a gathering of students there tonight I think. Here let me mark it on your map for you."

Pippi marks the spot on Alfred's map.

[[ooc: OMG! I Godmodded yer map! Ha ha!

If anyone were looking up, they would see a largish black ~~gargoyle~~ bird swoop rather low and a figure leapt off its back, holding his top hat in place with one hand and clutching a cane with the other. He landed on his feet - he was, after all, a cat - and looked around. How fortuitous that the first person he met in Fandom was a proper English gentleman. The Baron could smell formalwear.

"Ah, good day!" he calls in greeting from his whole height of a foot and a half.

Alfred? Suprised by a talking cat? You insult Alfred. "Good day, sir. Are you a newcomer to this fair town as well?"

The Baron would never presume to insult Alfred. "I am. Only newly arrived," he gestured vaguely upwards with his cane. "As you may have seen. My shop is arriving shortly."

"Ahhh, what sort of shop will you be opening, sir?" He shook his head. "Where are my manners. My name is Pennyworth. Alfred Pennyworth."

"My name is Baron Humbert von Gikkingen," the Baron supplied his own name. "But most simply call me Baron. A pleasure, Mr. Pennyworth. And I will be opening the Cat Business Office. A place for any creature in need."

"It's my understanding that there are quite a few of those around here," Alfred said, smiling. "And it is a pleasure to meet you, Baron. You may call me "Alfred", if you wish. If I'm not being too inquisitive, what inspiried you to come out here?"

"I heard through some of my clients - the Kingdom of Cats has a very wide intelligence network - that Fandom was attracting a number of animals who might need the help of my office," the Baron replied. "And Fandom seemed to be one of the few places my office would be welcome. I was intrigued. And you? Are you a long-time resident?"

"I intend to become a resident here for some while, at least. My master is away on a world wide sojurn and I'm afraid I have no idea when he will return. Since I wasn't needed to upkeep the mansion with no one living in it, I hired a caretaker and decided to head out into the world again. I'm opening up a restaurant here in Fandom."

"I wish you luck, Alfred, and I'll be sure to dine there whenever I can," the Baron replied. "I had hoped to find some measure of an introduction to the peculiarities of Fandom, for my contacts tell me there are many. Have you learned anything yourself?"

[[The British is killing me. Killing me dead. And giving me bad teeth.]]

"I'm afraid the most that I have learned is that the mayor is no longer available for some reason. Other than that, nothing. I'm meeting some contacts of my own who are helping me move into the restaurant. Later onight, though, I plan on going for a stroll around the town, finding out what I can."

As the first few raindrops began to fall, the Baron shuddered. "An excellent idea, but I feel the need for shelter and a hot cup of tea at the moment." He adjusted his top hat and bowed slightly. "Please come by the office any time for a cuppa. It would be a pleasure."

"Of course," Alfred said, as he opened up his large black umbrella. "I will be glad to stop by and have a proper cuppa. The Americans, they do not understand tea, eh?"

"I'm afraid they don't," the Baron replied with a smile. "I blend my own, always changing the recipe, so I'm never sure of the taste. Every cup is a bit different." He twirled his cane. "I'll be off. Farewell for now. I'm sure we'll see each other again."

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