@salvationsorc
Mercutio was used to the strange inhabitants of this city. Gather enough people from enough different dimensions and have them become acquainted enough to each other, and things that were to be seen as abnormal would no longer be the case.
Sometimes, however, he would be caught off guard by the garb of another. He understood that different planes of existence also meant different periods of time, development wise, but it was still a sight to behold.
So he looked at this man, cloaked in clothing he recognized from the medieval fiction of his home, and had only one thought in his mind--which he promptly voiced as an unneeded opinion.
“Hey buddy, I think you got the wrong door. The LARP club’s two blocks down.”













