It's his day for the late shift, so Eliot's taking care of some errands as he makes his way toward Haight to head down to the Archive. The most pressing of these is, of course, a bit of crime.
He hasn't told anyone in his new social circle about his alternative income stream, but the fact of the matter is that if he's going to keep himself from going crazy in this little hell dimension he needs to make his environs more comfortable. And that simply isn't feasible on an office worker's paycheck. Thankfully he knows some tricks from his time in Manhattan. The runic matrix he'd applied to the Darrow debit card is holding up perfectly, and he smirks at the ATM screen as it displays a frankly ludicrous account balance. it's easy enough to fool a computer, and economics are a lie agreed upon anyway. He withdraws some cash, which does not diminish the total at all. A completely victimless endeavor.
Possibly due to the fact that he's just done something technically illegal, Eliot looks around the street a bit more than he usually would. Not that anyone would notice anything odd about a man visiting an ATM, unless they could sense magic. What is odd, though, is the person peering into an open signal box. Eliot catches sight of him across the street and for a moment all he can do is stare because...surely not.
The man's obviously a new arrival and if his garb is anything to go by, probably extremely confused. Eliot frowns. He's not emotionally equipped to be a welcoming committee, he thinks to himself as he hurries across the intersection. Where does one begin with these things? What would Martin do?
Eliot approaches him with slow caution, the vain hope that this is just someone getting an early start on Halloween dashed when he sees the sword. Right, then.
"You know I've always wondered what's inside these things but I've never thought to open one," he says, trying to maintain nonchalance as he keeps his gaze on the signal box instead of the person who is obviously, absurdly, a pirate. "That's honestly fascinating." Eliot clears his throat and looks him over. "Do you need any help? I mean if you just, ah...did you just arrive?"
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He hasn't told anyone in his new social circle about his alternative income stream, but the fact of the matter is that if he's going to keep himself from going crazy in this little hell dimension he needs to make his environs more comfortable. And that simply isn't feasible on an office worker's paycheck. Thankfully he knows some tricks from his time in Manhattan. The runic matrix he'd applied to the Darrow debit card is holding up perfectly, and he smirks at the ATM screen as it displays a frankly ludicrous account balance. it's easy enough to fool a computer, and economics are a lie agreed upon anyway. He withdraws some cash, which does not diminish the total at all. A completely victimless endeavor.
Possibly due to the fact that he's just done something technically illegal, Eliot looks around the street a bit more than he usually would. Not that anyone would notice anything odd about a man visiting an ATM, unless they could sense magic. What is odd, though, is the person peering into an open signal box. Eliot catches sight of him across the street and for a moment all he can do is stare because...surely not.
The man's obviously a new arrival and if his garb is anything to go by, probably extremely confused. Eliot frowns. He's not emotionally equipped to be a welcoming committee, he thinks to himself as he hurries across the intersection. Where does one begin with these things? What would Martin do?
Eliot approaches him with slow caution, the vain hope that this is just someone getting an early start on Halloween dashed when he sees the sword. Right, then.
"You know I've always wondered what's inside these things but I've never thought to open one," he says, trying to maintain nonchalance as he keeps his gaze on the signal box instead of the person who is obviously, absurdly, a pirate. "That's honestly fascinating." Eliot clears his throat and looks him over. "Do you need any help? I mean if you just, ah...did you just arrive?"