27th Command Spell [Hotel Lovin' Event]

[arturia_pen]

[Saber sat, looking rather uncomfortable in the clothing she found herself in. However, she sat politely on the farther end of the table, her hands folded neatly in her lap. This man looked as if he may have come from her own time...but he did not look British at all.]

It seems...we are stuck here for a while.

[Saber didn't need to try the

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[ponypuncher]

[Tugging at the strange suit once in awhile, eventually prying the clip on bow-tie off. This wasn't in his agenda--At all. He could deal with the clothes the town gave by default, but something this fancy--He wasn't doing it.]

Ya sure about that?

[The tie gets stuck to his pinky. Pulling it off again.]

Get the fuck off of my fing--Thorkell.

[arturia_pen]

[Saber slowly stood from the table in order to give Thorkell a courtly bow, revealing the fact that she was clothed in this little number. The dress hugged what little curves Saber had, and it was obvious she was quite uncomfortable as she kept trying to keep the dress loose around her waist and stomach.]

It is a pleasure to meet you. Tell me...what time and country do you hail from, Thorkell?

[ponypuncher]

[Huh. Well, that was something he's never seen before. Just kind of going to stare for all of 7.5 seconds.]

Uh. [Cough. Shoulder scratch--damn monkey suit.] Danemerkr. 1013.

[arturia_pen]

I see. You are a man who hails from closer to my own time, that is a relief to know.

I do not believe I recognize your voice or appearance...have you been in Mayfield long?

[Saber is staying out of arm's reach of the large man. He may notice her feet are ever so subtly set apart for an easy dodge should the man try something.]