Mayland Long (
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[location: lobby of the Kelebek, to start]
He had a picnic hamper. It was quite a pretty thing, Long thought with abstract appreciation for the aesthetics: the traditional woven basket with two hinged lids, with a blue-and-white checked cloth peeping out neatly folded. It was a pleasing combination of colors, the cornflower blue and the starched white and the pale yellow of the wicker. Very Edouard Manet, he thought. Or perhaps Antonio Garcia y Mencia.
The scents rising from the hamper were fairly appealing. Long made his way down the stairs to the lobby of his hotel. He was wearing a heavy coat against the chill, even if the Northern Zone itself had seemed freer of winter than the city proper. Also tucked within the hamper he had a notebook, and pencils. For the purposes of cataloging.
In the lobby he looked around for Holmes.
The scents rising from the hamper were fairly appealing. Long made his way down the stairs to the lobby of his hotel. He was wearing a heavy coat against the chill, even if the Northern Zone itself had seemed freer of winter than the city proper. Also tucked within the hamper he had a notebook, and pencils. For the purposes of cataloging.
In the lobby he looked around for Holmes.