The Park, Noonish

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

An extremely dignified man takes a seat on a bench. He looks as though you would expect to see him in some sort of formalware, but he's not on duty right now, so he suffices with a sweater. He is, of course, wearing a tie under his sweater.

One must adhere to certain conventions, even when in casual wear.

He pulls out a map and traces his finger along it, looking for the Mayor's Office.

[[OOC: SAY HELLO TO ALFRED EVERYONE!]]

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[gikkingen.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

"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."

[gikkingen.livejournal.com]

"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.]]

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

"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."

[gikkingen.livejournal.com]

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."

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[gikkingen.livejournal.com]

"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."