fandomtownies | The Park, Friday Evening

Mitsutada had been dispatched in the normal way, so arriving in a place suddenly was nothing new to him.

Arriving in a place that wasn't Japan was, however, quite new to him. He felt a little silly, dressed up in his suit and his bits of armor as if he were off to battle... because alongside his sword he was also carrying a small bundle with his other clothes and a few items he'd gathered before heading out.

This wasn't just a special expedition, it was a complete mystery! Why he was on this mission was still unclear to him. Surely Nikkari or another wakizashi was better suited. Leaving the Citadel behind, especially for what sounded like quite a long time, was not something he liked at all.

Still, he was a sword, and a sword did his master's bidding. The Saniwa had chosen him, and he would do this mission to the best of his abilities. He sat down on a bench and pulled out the stick of hanami dongo he'd packed for himself. It would lift his spirits before he went about trying to 'blend in and learn about this new place', as he'd been instructed.

[ooc: Open post, and we can say any others speak with Mitsutada before his thread with Algren.]

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It was a nice enough night. That was Nathan's excuse for most things he did when he wasn't outside the house to go to work these days. A nice enough night for a stroll in the park, which meant that the man in armor was difficult to miss.

He smiled and gave a polite sort of nod to the man with the sword. A new face around here.

He seemed to run into a lot of those, on these walks.

Mitsutada gave the stranger a smile and a nod in greeting.

"Good evening," he said. "I hope I am not taking your usual spot to rest."

It was a nice bench. It was entirely possible it was someone's favorite spot.

"Not at all," Nathan replied, smiling right back. "There's plenty of room even if you are. And between you and me, I actually prefer to stand."

A few old injuries weren't going to stop him from enjoying his stroll, no.

"Are you new to the island?"

"On an island of this size, I suppose it is obvious when someone is a stranger," Mitsutada replied. "I am. I just came here from Japan."

Not a lie, but also nowhere near the whole truth.

"I thought a change of scenery might do me some good."

That part was definitely a lie.

"Nobody ever comes here because they think the change of scenery will do them some good," Nathan replied. He was canny that way. But he gave a little grin even as he let that topic drop. "Still, from Japan?"

And now he looked vaguely amused.

"It's funny," he noted. "I once went to Japan for my own change of scenery. Beautiful country. I was disappointed when the island pulled me back."

"This island?" Mitsutada raised the eyebrow over his eye. "You chose it over Japan, like I have, then."

He really wasn't a great liar.

"I have been told there is much to discover here. I am looking forward to it."

He gestured to himself. "Shokudaikiri Mitsutada, at your service."

Hey, the Saniwa hadn't told him to use an alias.

It's okay, Mitsutada. You tried. Nathan figured you'd catch on to this place sooner or later, yourself. And then maybe you'd understand Nathan's vague references to this place having a mind of its own.

Of course, being a sword might make that not so strange, after all.

"Nathan Algren," he replied, giving a polite bow. "Welcome to Fandom Island. I'm certain you'll find plenty here to keep you interested."

"I hope soon I'll find plenty here to keep me out of the rain," Mitsutada joked. "Is there an inn or a lodging house nearby? I wasn't given much of an idea of where I should stay. I could camp in the park but that might give people the wrong idea."

Nathan tilted his head in thought, looking Mitsutada over.

Well. He was intriguing. And there was still room in the house... Even for somebody with a name like 'Candlestick Cutter.'

Maybe especially for someone with a name like that. Nathan was the most normal person in that house, after all.

"There's a hotel, there are apartments for rent..." He nodded back over his shoulder. "I have a house, out by the water. There's room there, should you need, as well. There would be a few roommmates, but they're all decently behaved."

"Well then, it looks like it's my lucky day," Mitsutada said. "I only have a small amount of money with me now, but I intend to find employment. Until then I can clean, I can cook, and I can do all sorts of other chores."

He could also farm, but that seemed an unlikely need here. "I am glad I ran into you, Mister Algren."

Nathan chuckled at that.

"Well, I did let Magnus stay in exchange for building furniture, at first," he mused. "Cooking and cleaning until you find employment will do just fine."

"I've always liked cooking," Mitsutada said with a grin. "And even if you have a small army in your house I should be able to keep them all fed nicely. And not just with soup."

"Although with winter around the corner, I don't imagine soup won't go unappreciated, either," Nathan mused. "And if you have any other questions about this place, please, don't hesitate to ask."

"I suppose my next question would be which direction am I headed?" Mitsutada said, gathering up his bundle. "I don't have too much with me, but it is most everything I own."

Good grief. Magnus was going to start to wonder if everyone who lived in Japan just didn't beleive in personal belongings.

Nathan gestured toward the street.

"Here," he said, "I'll show you the way. I was headed back soon at any rate. And it's probably best I come with you, in case anybody is home."

Again, Magnus.

In case Magnus was home.

The Park, Friday Evening

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