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[Akhier the Dragon hearted]

   Akhier glances at all of theses fancy people arriving
in town and sighs. Looking into the inns kitchen already
full of dirty dishes he realizes its going to be a long night
because if those dapper fellows don't buy a full course
meal it will only be because they want a special meal just
for themselves.

[Book]

[OoC]Are any of us actually FROM the town? Not that its bad
or anything and would make why we get singled out easier
to flavor as we would all be outsiders but it seems we all
just blew into town so we could mess it up or something.[/OoC]

Book has his quarters at the University just outside the town, and seems to spend much of his time cloistered while working on his research on Alien Technology. No one knows where he was born, but has been tenured here for more years than anyone can recall, so it would be fair to call him a local. Though sometimes he tends to disappear for weeks on end on mysterious errands.

He flips his pocketwatch in his hand over and over, eager to learn if another Victorian Gentleman had... has... will have... if someone else at some point will have discovered his time machine.

Oh, time travel and grammar.

Book was wandering through the town recently, and spotted a well dressed gentleman of characteristic behaviour... he had seen someone like that once or twice before, though not with the same face. That person had appeared and disappeared using a blue box which he'd mentioned was bigger on the inside. If he was indeed the same gentleman, his help would be much appreciated both for the town and Book's quest, as he was known as a man of intellect instead of brute force and cynicism... His different visage could be explained, since the owner of that blue box could regenerate in a new body after death. On the other hand, that man he had met before came from a race of powerful, deceitful and manipulative beings; could this be a different "time lord" trying to pass as benign while having horrid horrid intentions towards the town? Only time (heh) would tell.

[SaintDraze]

{OoC}and whats to keep us from fleeing the town when shit goes down?
Dapper weather machines?

[Jokerman-EXE]

((There's always flavor that explains why we can't leave. Like a rockslide that blocks the road or something like that.))

[Book]

OOC: Right, like that'll stop a TARDIS.

[Akhier the Dragon hearted]

[ooc]Obviously the time machine blows and isolates
the town in a temporal bubble[/ooc]

[Leafsnail]

Jack sighed.

It wasn't easy trying to grow up in a town like this.  A town where bizarre deaths and mysterious strangers were pretty much the norm.  And it certainly didn't help to be of below average stature, to have a stammer when under pressure or to be allergic to pollen.

However, it wasn't all bad.  He had a relatively steady cleaning job at the bar, even though it brought him into contact with rather undesirable types much of the time.  It was a good thing the bartender had taken pity on him.  Otherwise, he'd probably still be at the bottom of that well.

[Toaster]

Thrakor glances at the strange folk that have gathered in his town.  He knows this will be an interesting few days...  Better be ready.

"Let's make this next one a double."

[Mephansteras]

OOC: Right, like that'll stop a TARDIS.

The ability to travel through time and space is insignificant next to the power of flavor.

[Book]

Beautiful! Sigged!

[Pandarsenic]

"Indeed I am not," Pandar agrees. "It is a known fact in these parts that I am a time traveler, a native of the year of 1892. I am a gentleman of wealth and taste, if I may say so myself, but I've found myself stranded in this year with none of the amenities to which I've grown accustomed. It is, indeed, almost as much as I can manage to keep myself presentable. Only rarely do I wear my monocle for fear of it suffering damage without my having a way to repair it, and I've even had to polish the head of my cane myself," he confided, at the end indicating the ornately detailed metallic cross at the top of his cane, completely missing the double entendre he had just made.

[IronyOwl]

I believe I have resisted the urge to play Miles Gloriosus in a third mafia game, and thus will not be joining. Carry on, brave souls.

[Jokerman-EXE]

The always-skeptical Jokerman-EXE, now Osiris, pauses and regards Pandar strangely, now sure that he is being messed about with.

Osiris didn't like being messed about with.

"I see," he says finally, at the same time signaling to the bartender that he had changed his mind about that drink. "It sounds as though you've led quite the interesting life up to this point, fraught with...hardships of all sorts." He still isn't sure if Pandar was making a joke on purpose, so he decides to send one right back.

A time traveler, huh? Maybe he can help Osiris get back to the point where Toaster betrayed him and change things.

[Akhier the Dragon hearted]

   Akhier checks the oven and quickly fetches the
crumpets out. "This will mollify them for a bit anyway",
and he then puts them on a fancy plate and goes to
offer them to the dapper gentlemen.

[Pandarsenic]

"Up until my time travel device failed to work on its return journey, I hadn't experienced many great hardships, I confess," Pandar confessed. "The majority of the wealth I have left to my name is banknotes that mean nothing in this era and my pocketwatch," he added, indicating to Osiris the silver pocketwatch he held, ticking away the time quite accurately.

Either Pandar was sincere and accurate in what he'd said, or he was absolutely insane but a genius inventor. One thing, however, was clear: he meant and believed exactly what he was saying.