new places (Basil/open)
Jan 20, 2010 21:12:31 GMT -5
Post by emelius on Jan 20, 2010 21:12:31 GMT -5
Mr. Browne spun about in amazement at his surroundings. Where was he? Surely not London - there was neither the familiar lovely sooty air nor cobblestones gracing the streets. Here the sun shone brightly even in the midst of this chilly winter. Speaking of the weather, it was far too warm to be anywhere near London. It never got anywhere near this warm until early spring at best. Now that Emelius knew he was certainly no longer in London - or England for that matter - the true question came. Where was he? Mr. Browne examined the nearest sign- Main Street, it read. That wasn't too helpful. Emelius just shrugged, realizing in doing so that he had brought his suitcase and cane with him. It was no more than a well-worn brown bag with a faded "Professor Emelius Browne" stamped upon its side. It held more tricks than Mr. Browne could ever hope to remember to dazzle a crowd. A smile appeared on Mr. Browne's face as a thought popped into his head. There were plenty of passerby here - why not learn from them? What's the harm if their pockets happen to be a little lighter after conversing with him. It was only fair. Without knowing the currency of this realm, he was as good as broke. That is, unless a good English pound was worth a substantial amount here, but Emelius could not think of any countries where he knew that to be true. So, he tapped his cane against the sidewalk to grab some of the walking audience's attention. Then, he pulled the retracting legs from his suitcase and opened its compartments so they advertised his wares and displayed his products. "Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. Would you care to sample some of my products? Magic, ladies and gentlemen, from a foreign land." he called to entice them. Mr. Browne included his artisan smile and grand gestures to draw in the unwary and turn away the wise.