A day at the museum. [ OPEN STARTER.]

[Loki Laufeyson]

A busy day at the museum was ahead, the sun choosing to shine brightly upon the town this particular day, splitting the trees and filling the building with a bright glow. The cases shining as people graced past them, pausing to inspect the artefacts held within. From the moment the sun began to shine the curator, that stood smiling at the various guests, could simply tell that today was going to be an eventful one. What with a busy work day and what he had planned ahead. Not that one would ever speak of such things, oh no, he would simply relish in the fact that it would come as a surprise, may even affect some of the people in this very room. Oh that was an interesting thought.


The dark haired male gave a small gracious nod as he was greeted by a passing visitor. He adjusted his blazer jacket with a small sigh before wandering over and gathering a few people round an exhibit in order to explain where it originated and various other facts about it and a few other items before the group was ushered along into the next room.

The bright smile remained upon his features until they departed, the icy blue optics narrowing as the smile creased into a frown. This was beginning to get tedious, and dull. Really draining a bank would be a welcomed activity as soon as this shift was over. The prospect of all the money almost made him smirk. Oh and these citizens wouldn't even know what hit them. How naive they truly were. Still, for now he was...tolerant of them, despite them being clearly mislead and really should be kneeling rather than speaking with him, yet it was required, a secret identity had to be kept secret now didn't it, things could get rather messy otherwise.

Loki ran a hand through the dark hair that sat atop his head as he turned on his heels and wandered rather aimlessly around the exhibits on his floor, ensuring nothing needed cleaned or tended to as he awaited any visitors that might pass through.

[The Rani]

Elizabeth Becksford strode the halls of the museum. She'd done so every Friday after she left the lab. It used to be a sort of way to exercise her nostalgia of travelling through history. Now, she just rather enjoyed it. It was a place she didn't have to be herself, and she didn't have to be Elizabeth. No-one seemed to notice her, and that suited her just fine.

However, she did notice the curator. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something different about him. She had the distinct feeling that he was another who was not who he said. It made her curious. What did he have to hide? And what or who was he hiding it from?
Still ... She knew it would be rude to simply approach him and ask him about it. So she opted to attempt small talk. And it dawned on her that it had been decades since she had ever even considered such a thing. Time flies when you're antisocial.

She approached the front desk and picked up a brochure. Upon glancing at it, she found her topic of discussion. She looked up at the curator and offered a falsely friendly smile.
"Excuse me," she said, "I was wondering if you could answer a question for me?"

[Loki Laufeyson]

Loki sighed as he paused at an exhibit, really this was becoming tiresome, why did children feel the need to place their hands upon the glass, it left rather irritating hand prints all over the place. He began to mentally curse the small inferior beings, ah it wouldn't matter, he had bigger things to focus on currently. Shaking his head slightly in dismay he glanced up, a smile forming upon his face as a woman approached him.

This was hardly an unusual occurrence, he was used to asking questions although he found that it was mostly questions that wasted his time and could usually be answered by reading the leaflet they had in their hands or one of the displays. Laziness that is what it was, simple laziness. Still he supposed this passive behaviour would prove useful when they all realised they should obey him, the laziness would lead to a lack of rebellion which was always a positive thing.

Oh look, he was getting carried away. " Ah yes of course, what is it you wish to know?" He answered silkily with a raised eyebrow, oh please be something stimulating, he mentally begged, something that shows you have a brain in that head of yours.

[The Rani]

The Rani's eyes searched the man's. She couldn't help but wonder if she'd seen him before. Of course, she'd seen enough in her travels that meeting a man twice would hardly be the strangest thing. However, she did have an odd feeling that her theory was correct. This man was not who he said he was. That much was certain.

"Well, first of all, there is no date on this brochure that indicates when the exhibit of the Scientific Advancement will be reaching this museum," she said. Her lips curled into a small smirk as she pointed it out. "A small oversight, I'm sure. But I am interested in finding out when it will be here. I have a rather personal interest in it."

Her eyes wandered for a moment to the exhibit they were standing near. Children and their bloody need to touch everything. They would be her undoing, and she wasn't even the curator. But her eye did catch a strange error in the text describing the exhibit. Since she was speaking with the curator, she felt it necessary to point it out.
"I wonder if that's a mistake," she said. She looked back up at the man and offered another smile. "The Salem Witch Trials officially began in JANUARY of 1692. Not February."

[Loki Laufeyson]

The smile remained in place, unwavering as the curator stared back at the woman. Really what was she looking for? Something she could use to pinpoint who he was exactly? What did it matter, he was simply a man who managed a few exhibits. Harmless; well to her knowledge he hoped.

The pale blue orbs moved from the woman's optics in order to glance down at the paper, ah so she was right, " That's really not my division perhaps with regards to the date you should check at the main desk, I am sure they have it on file and it has merely been an oversight." He answered with a small shrug of his shoulders. " I'm sure once you point it out they will get right on to fixing it."

A frown creeped onto his facial expression as he turned slightly upon his heels to examine the text himself. Ah how could he have missed that, he said January every time he explained this yet never noticed that the text was different. Incorrect above all things. Still the visitors never seemed to notice or point it out. Showed how truly observant they were, really this only added to the reasons they were beneath him. " Ah yes it appears to be a misprint." He said with a small sigh," All I ask is that they get the text right and alas they can not even do that. I thank you for drawing attention to it." Oh this act was getting more and more irritating as time went by.

[The Rani]

The man's irritated look said much more to the Time Lady than he could have ever imagined. She knew the look well. It's the look she had at the lab, trying to explain to the humans what their job should be. Of course, every time they got something wrong, she would have to suppress the urge to make them her new test subjects. It grew tiresome to her, she knew it must be tiring to him. But she could not pinpoint just what he was. He was certainly not human. She could tell that now. But he wasn't like any race she had ever encountered.

She decided to hint that she was on his side. Or, at least that she was more on his side than she was on theirs. Humans had always disgusted her. At least now she might have a possible ally. The idea was worth pursuing, at least.

"If you don't mind," she said, altering her tone slightly, "you look like you could use a cup of coffee. Could I treat you to one?" She lowered her voice even further to add, "I know dealing with these humans can be tiresome. Perhaps we could go somewhere where your act would not have to wear so thin." She felt a little guilty, calling him out like that, but he struck her as the type of person that needed an ally as much as she did. She could think of no other way to inform him that she wasn't an enemy.